Adopted By One Direction

12.

Three Weeks Later

If we were on the road any longer, I would murder everyone on this stupid bus.

I had introduced myself to the fans and hateful tweets came rolling in not 15 minutes later. I didn't care, but the boys were way too protective of me. We were nearly halfway done with the tour, but I was not having any of it.

I was tired of sleeping in a goddamn bus. I was tired of not having any space or privacy. I was tired of the boys being to busy to see that I was upset and I was tired of sitting on uncomfortable chairs for hours until their concerts were done. I always thought that I would want to travel the country but not anymore.

Everyone was on each others nerves. Niall wouldn't stop eating and we had to stop for food every 20 miles, Louis was too bossy for anyone's liking, Liam was exhausted and almost passed out on stage twice, Zayn complained wayyyy too much and Harry found some girl to make out with at every concert. Finally, I was trapped at the bottom of a 50 foot pile and nobody really noticed me anymore.

Nobody except the fans.

They proceeded to send me hateful tweets, DM me rude things on Instagram and even send actual letters to me. I had already gotten, like, 10 death threats but I didn't care and the boys didn't even know about it.

Whatever.

I lay on my bed, listening to the boys argue.

"Zayn, shut the fuck up!" Harry yelled.

"Well, excuse me, Mr. 'let-me-find-a-hundred-girls-to-sleep-with'. Sorry we can't all be whoring it up!" Zayn shot back.

"Will you both shut your mouths?" Louis cut in.

"Shut up, you arse!" Harry retorted

"Guys, I-" Niall said in a softer voice

"Niall, I swear to god, if you say you're hungry, so help me god..." Louis threatened

"Alright, Daddy Direction, will you tell us a bedtime story?" Zayn said in a sarcastic little kid voice.

The bus lurched to a stop and the doors opened, letting the boys storm off.

As fast as lightning, I grabbed my razor and my cell phone. I threw on a pair of shoes and dashed to the bathroom.

The bathroom was empty and I locked myself in the biggest stall, the one that's usually used for people in wheelchairs. I opened Twitter and found myself faced with a trending tag: #disownAlexia

According to the tweets, a lot of Directioners wanted my gone. They were tweeting the boys, telling them to disown me, to kill me or to abandon me. I bit back tears as the razor blade tore my slowly healing skin. Marks that were pink turned blood red and my entire forearm was bloody. Instagram was only worse and I found more hurtful private messages and 2 new death threats.

I heard the boys arguing again as they walked back to the bus and I cleaned up and rolled my sweated arm back down. Nobody seemed to even notice me walking inside and I went back to my bed. I hadn't moved since we left Austin. Nobody had noticed.

Whatever.

The boys started arguing once again:

"Niall, shut up!"

"You shut up, manwhore!"

The bus was still stopped. I couldn't do it anymore. I pulled out a piece of paper from an old notebook and wrote.

Liam's POV

I can't even remember the last time we all had a normal conversation. I don't even remember what we were arguing about.

We were all tired, we were all sick of each other and we all wanted to go home.

Alexia was taking it harder than the rest of us, obviously.

"Well, maybe next time you decide to use one of you're ideas, don't." Niall said, storming off in the direction of his bed.

We all collapsed on the couch, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.

Niall came running back into the room, breathless, "Guys! Alexia...she's gone!"