Secrets (On hold)

Chapter Three

"What the fuck?" I open my eyes to furious, dark green eyes right in my face. Zayn flinches awake, and awkwardly lifts his arm off me.  I can tell it’s early, and Harry is still drunk.

"Uhhhh...." I start to say and sit up quickly, almost ramming my head into the top of Zayn's bunk.

"Why the hell are you two sharing a bunk?" Harry growls angrily at us. I look over at Niall who is sitting in his bunk across from us, wide eyed and staring at me. Louis is peeking out the side of his curtain smirking, and Liam was frowning. Harry never gets mad. Ever. He’s so go with the flow, but when he does get mad, no one wants to be his target. Harry is normally so laid back and care free, it’s one of the things that draws people to him. His constant happiness and humor is infectious. It’s weird to see him get so wound up. I should be the one that’s mad. And I am.

"What time is it? Why are you waking everyone up?" I spit angrily and slide off Zayn's bed and onto the floor. “And I didn't want to sleep with you!” I push past Harry determined to make it to the bathroom before I start to cry about what happened last night.

"Why the fuck would you sleep with Zayn though?" He yells following me down the aisle. The bus is still moving and I stumble away from him as fast as I can.

"Because I couldn't act like everything is okay when it's not!" I curse myself when I hear my voice crack, and tears start falling down my cheeks. I walk into the bathroom and as I turn to shut the door, I see Harry's whole facial expression change. I slam the door in his face and lock it. Falling against it.

"Lauren let me in!" I hear Harry say anxiously though the door with worry. I try not to cry by holding my breath, then releasing it.

"Harry I saw the damn pictures." I shout, my voice shaking. I try to channel my hurt into anger. I have every right to be angry at him, why am I about to cry?

"What pictures?" He yells, jiggling the door handle like crazy. I hear someone walk up to him and say something.

"Don't talk to me right now Zayn." I hear Harry say to Zayn as he pounds on the door again.

"You and your fucking blonde bimbos. Go home to them not me Harry. I don't need this shit." I yell through the door, instantly regretting saying it.

 It was like lighting a firecracker. Instantly he starts cussing and slamming the door. I scoot away from it, and listened to Liam and Louis yell at him.

My heart starts beating faster as I have déjà vu. I close my eyes and put my head between my knees, remembering my ex.

*Flashback*

“Open the fucking door you bitch.” James, my boyfriend screeches slamming his fist against the door.

I fumble through my purse, desperately trying to find my phone to call for help. This isn’t the first time James has tried to take his anger out on me, and I know I can’t hide in the bathroom forever. I find my phone and try turning it on, it’s completely dead. My heart starts beating faster when I hold down the button again trying to turn it on, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Please God, no…” I mumble still holding down the button. James is screaming more curses at me, threatening to kick down the door if I don’t open it.

“I’ll only open it if you promise not to hurt me.” I yell shakily, trying to wipe my tears and act strong.