The Broken Beat |One Direction|HS|

Chapter 33

A soft knock on my door causes me to rise from my sleepless state. Not being able to sleep at all last night, I am extremely tired. The knocking repeats itself and I groan inwardly. The warmth of the large bed calls to me, telling me not to leave its embrace. But the thud of someone’s knuckles kept rapping gently against the wooden door that protects my room from the outside world, making my dazed mind wake itself up. Reluctantly, I embark on the journey to the door. Holding on to the knob, I can hear the sound of someone’s breathing on the other side. As I listen closer, I realize it’s more than one person. Taking a deep breath, I click the lock open, swinging the door on its hinges. Smoothly, it glides across the wooden floor and reveals five concerned faces. Forcing a smile, I stare at them and tell myself not too look into a pair of green orbs. Searching my face for something, they all barge into my room, knocking my tenderly aside, and they sit on my warm bed. I give them a curious glance as I walk over to the occupied bed and find an empty seat. After sitting down between Zayn and Liam, the boys and I sit in silence. They each sneak a glance at me, causing me to feel a bit awkward. Louis clears his throat, seeming like he wants to speak. But he ends up choking on his own spit. Against my will, I let out a laugh, followed by everyone else’s as well. After he’s calmed down, Louis tells everyone to be quiet. My hands begin to grow clammy.

“Why did you lock your door last night, Remy?” he asks, an inquiring look on his face; his eyes stare me down and I lift my eyebrow.

“Can I not?” I ask, a bit appalled, “Is this a prison of some sort? Where I can’t even lock my own door without being reprimanded for it?”

“That’s not what we’re saying, Rose,” Niall says, staring at me caringly with his astonishingly blue eyes, “We just meant that last night, there was screaming and ruckus coming from your room.”

“And we couldn’t get in to help you,” Harry’s deep voice speaks, causing my body to tense slightly, “We were worried and tremendously frightened.”

“I was debating on whether or not to knock your door down with my foot, Mary,” Zayn says softly from next to me, “Please don’t do that again.”

“Yes, please don’t. Do you know how hard it was talking him out of it?” Liam says, staring at my dumbfounded expression, “Bloody difficult, that’s how hard.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, looking at each of them in turn, even Harry, “I guess I’m just so used to being alone that I forgot I had locked the door last night. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, Love,” Zayn says next to me, “We were just a bit scared, that’s all. You’re screams are the worst sound I’ve ever heard, just to let you know.”

“I’m sorry guys,” I say one more time, looking down as I fiddle with my hands.

“We already said it was okay, Rose,” Niall says, looking at me, “Why don’t you get ready and come down for breakfast, yeah? Liam made a lot of food.”

“Sure, I’m starving,” I say, letting out a laugh as the rest of the boys chorus in; I catch Harry’s eye and his gaze intensifies.

Looking away, I get up off of my bed and shoo everyone out of the room so I can get ready for the lonely day ahead. As their retreating backs disappear from my doorway, the sickening feeling I knew was in my body comes. The next couple of hours together will be the last ones with the boys for a few days. I let out a sigh and rummage through my drawers, pulling out a top and the most comfortable pair of jeans I own. Closing my door, I start to get ready. After I finished, I throw my hair into a bun, too tired to care what it looks like. It’s not like I’m going anywhere today anyways. Opening the door, I hear laughter making its way up the stairs. It brings a smile to my face and I shake my head in happiness. Galloping down the stairs, the noises become louder and my smile grows larger. Entering the kitchen, I see everyone at the table, laughing and joking around. They welcome me by yelling my name and telling me to sit. I sit down between Niall and Louis as a plate full of food is put in front of me by Liam. Thanking him, I smile and pick up my fork, digging in. the conversation grows up again, with me adding in a comment every now and then. But, the dialogue becomes less and less as our plates empty. A strange aura makes its way into the room and I glance at all of the boys. I can tell they sense it as well since even the notorious loudmouth Louis is keeping quiet, with only a few sentences every now and then. I mentally prepare myself for whatever this atmosphere brings. Clearing his throat, Zayn looks at all the boys and then at me. No sounds enter the room beside the sound of my heart thumping in my ears.