Rock me

Part 3

Harry opened the door for me. Once inside I felt everyone's eyes on me. I stayed by the entrance feeling uncomfortable.

Harry grabbed his phone off the counter and started dialing 911. "You promise this isn't a ploy to get on the bus?"

I eyed him. "I know we just had a small interaction at the concert, but I'm not that desperate" I said in a calm tone.

I watched him put the phone to his ear and luckily someone picked up after the first ring.

"Hi I'm at the speedway across from Hard Rock stadium and there's a man inside with a gun trying to rob the gas station."

He said it in an unconvincing tone. Maybe it was just his accent, but he didn't seem to believe with what he was saying.

The guy on the other end said an officer would be there soon. Harry asked if he should stay in the parking lot or get as far away as possible. They told him to go somewhere safe, but they'd take his number if they needed to ask any further question.

Once off the phone Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Louis were all gathered in the "living room" of the bus staring at both of us.

Niall spoke up first "there's a robbery happening right now!?"

I looked up at Harry, but he nodded to have me answer

"Yes" is all I got out

I knew how out of place I looked and didn't know what else to say.

Luckily Harry spoke up and explained it all to them.

Louis spoke next "We should tell the driver to go somewhere else, or start driving to our next stop"

"We're going to drive to our next stop and basically kidnap her? Liam mocked

Harry rolled his eyes at the comments and walked up the driver to tell him to get out of here.

Once we started moving. I was itching to get out of my ugly uniform.

"Is there anywhere I could change" I tried to speak confidently, but it came out in a slight whisper.

"Uh sure, you can just go to the bunks and shut the door" Zayn responded.

"Thanks" I made my way back to where Zayn pointed and shut the door.

I took a deep breath once I was inside. I pulled off my pants and slipped into my sweats that were intended for my sleepover with Sydney. After taking off my shirt I heard a knock at the door.

"Hey, I just wante— oh shoot sorry" Harry said

I turned around with my hands covering my bra.

He'd already shut the door, I quickly grabbed my shirt and threw it on.

"You couldn't have waited for a response?" I muttered

"I-I im sorry I wasn't trying to see anything, I just wanted to ask how we should get you home or what to do." He said apologetically

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I wanted to figure out what she wanted us to do with her and maybe find out her name. Zayn let me know she was in the bunks.

When I opened the door I realized she was changing. I'm not one to be disrespectful and stare, but I noticed she had scars all over her back. Some looking pretty fresh.

She turned around in her bra, I immediately looked at the ceiling while apologizing to her.

"You can look know "they're away" she said slightly annoyed

"Again I'm sorry, first I wanted to ask your name considering we'll be with eachother for a while.

"Dylan" she replied

"Interesting, and I don't mean to intrude, but are you okay?" I know it may not be appropriate to ask, but I've never seen injuries like that.

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I figured he was referring to my back. My scars are quite noticeable. Whenever I wear a tank top I cover them with bandaids. I've never told anyone about them or especially where they come from.

He cuts my trance when he spoke up "I'm sorry, that was probably a big question since you just met me. You don't have to tell me."

"It's really okay, um no one's ever seen them before. So I've just never had to think about this conversation before." I met his eyes at the end of my sentence.

I could see the pity in his eyes, he was worried about me. Which made me blush.

"That's okay, where were you supposed to go tonight? Will people be worried about you?" he asked

"Uh I was supposed to sleep at my friend Sydney's, I try not to be home too much. I can just tell her I won't make it. She's at a party anyways, so I don't really think she's waiting for me." I replied.

He smiled at me, I appreciated him trying to make me feel comfortable.

"I don't have my phone thought, I left it in one of the aisle at the gas station."

He looked at me kinda sad "I'm sorry, this must be very distressing. You can use my phone if you want. We're probably all going to head to bed soon, since we have another show tomorrow. You can sleep out on the couch if you really want, but I'd like you to sleep in my bunk."

"You want me to sleep with you?" I questioned

"Oh I meant like you sleep in my bunk and I can sleep on the couch, but if it would make you more comfortable we can sleep together."

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What do you think of the perspective change?

Where are the scars from?