Heartbreaker [h.s.]

Chapter Thirteen

The nomadic life has always been appealing to me; probably has to do with my unstable upbringing. Most would whine about the lasting effects of moving every year with a new guy my mum set her eyes on, but I think it made me prime for this lifestyle. It was something I'd become accustomed to since i was a kid, so I figured tour life wasn't going to be any different.

Boy was I wrong.

It isn't Louis and Niall's stench, nor was it the stiff bunkbed that was a breeze in comparison to the many park benches I'd slept on- no, it was the feisty red head I that had me riddled with worry. In the middle of the night I'd gone to take a piss and when I returned Charlie had been standing by waiting to use the toilet. My eyes trailed down her body as she slipped into the small bathroom without a word said to each other, but I know her lingering stare on my bare chest had her flustered. The sleep shirt with no bra and tiny sleep shorts sent my mind to places it shouldn't go while crammed on a tour bus with two other people sleeping a mere 5 feet from me. It's been one fucking night and I'm already struggling.

As I lay on my back, hands tucked behind my head, I stare at the empty bunk above me. I figured she'd be a better bunk mate than the two stooges, but boy was a wrong. She tossed and turned all night, making the frame creek and groan with each move. The repetitive sound had me wanting to slam my head into the glass window to my right. At first I thought I'd be fun to toy with her, flirt and whatnot, but now I regret choosing the spot below her.

She doesn't snore but she's fidgety and I don't know which is worse.

Aside from her restless sleep patterns, she complained about fucking everything. The close quarters were gonna make it damn near impossible to ignore her incessant whining about how the clothes on the floor were unnecessary or smoking on the bus was disgusting.

I'm not even sure why she cares. It's not like she doesn't steal Niall's cigarettes. Damn fool falls for her puppy dog eyes every time and hands her the pack. Even fucking lit it for her.

All she seems to do is find something wrong. Her borderline OCD tendencies to pick up everything and put it back in its place was already driving me up the wall and it's only been a few days. I'm clean for a guy, but this is the life. Cramped spaces and little sleep, so the last thing on our minds was where the fuck to put our clothes. She spent the whole drive to Pittsburgh throwing all of Niall's dirty socks at him or wiping down every surface that was littered with cigarette ash. The lack of personal space may actually get to me simply because she's crammed in here with us.

It's also going to make it difficult to not wanna fuck her every second of every day. But I digress.

We arrived in Pittsburgh early afternoon and went straight to rehearsal at Stage AE and I gotta admit that it went incredibly well. Stephen didn't even jump my shit for my attitude that slipped through a couple times- which was a first.