Live For The Moment

Chapter 31: Tourbus Fuckers

LUCY'S P.O.V

Deano placed a hand to his mouth as he dropped the gun to the floor. He'd killed him. Deano had shot him. The Police took this time to pounce on the rest of The Wanted while paramedics attended to a lifeless Tom. I instantly ran to Harry and jumped into his arms. He held me tighter than he'd ever held me before. His head was buried in my neck and he was hugging my torso like i was gonna disappear at any moment.

"You crazy asshole. I thought you were gonna die," he whispered, his tears falling down my neck.

"I'm so sorry."

After about five minutes, we pulled away and the other boys came running up to hug me. The Wanted lads had been taken away and Tom had been rushed to hospital.

"Wait? Where's Deano?" I asked.

"They've err.. Arrested him on suspicion of murder," Chase said.

"What? Murder?"

"According to the Police Officer I spoke to it was an unprovoked attack as far as Deanos reason is concerned he had no right to fire it," Niall said.

I placed a hand to my mouth as the tears began to fall. Harry pulled me into his chest and I cried. Deano had tried to protect me and now he was facing jail for it.

"Shhh. It's ok baby, it's ok. We're gonna go home. We're gonna get away from all this. Everything's gonna be fine," Harry said.

"What do we do about accommodation?" Josh asked.

"You guys can stay on the tour bus with us, if you don't mind crashing on the sofa," Zayn said.

"That's fine."

We all climbed back into the limo and I rested my head on Harry's arm the whole drive. As soon as we arrived outside the arena the boys were doing a one off gig in tomorrow, we got onto the chic tour bus. It was really well furnished, with a kitchen, living room and 2 sets of triple bunk beds.

"Right, boys you can sleep on the sofa and Lucy can sleep on the spare bunk," Louis said.

"No, Lu's gonna sleep with me tonight," Harry said abruptly.

"Can you both fit in a bunk?"

"We'll manage."

Everyone shook their heads and mumbled goodnight. The sets of bunk beds were either side of the corridor, so Zayn, Louis and Chase slept on the left side and Niall, Liam, Harry and I slept on the other. Josh and Kel crashed on the sofa. Harry and I were on the top bunk. I slid in next to the small window in just my underwear and Harry in just his boxers as we hadn't packed pyjamas as we thought we would be staying out all night. I clambered under the covers and Harry pulled the curtain across so the boys couldn't see us. Harry pulled me into him as I cried again.

"Will you sing to me?" I asked between cries.

"You want Snow Patrol?"

I nodded. Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol was my favourite song, and Harry would always sing it to me when I couldn't sleep.

"If I lay here. If I just lay here. Would you lie with me, and just forget the world? Forget what we're told. Before we get too old. Show me a garden that's bursting into life," Harry sung quietly in my ear.

As I felt myself relax slightly, my unconscious mind took over and I drifted off into a deep sleep...

MORNING

"Zayn! Give me the fucking phone!" I heard Harry whisper yell.

"No! Let me just finish listening!"

I was awoken to an argument going on between Zayn and Harry very quietly just outside the bunk. I pushed my head further up to the curtain to try and listen in on what was going on.

"She needs to know! It's her best mate!" Harry said.

"Let me just finish listening to the message!" Zayn said.

I leant in even further, but unfortunately forgetting that it was a curtain and not a wall. I went tumbling out and landed with a thud on the floor. Harry and Zayn looked down at me with shock.

"Fuck!" I said.

Harry pulled me up and turned Zayn around so he had his back to me, bearing in mind I was only in my purple lace underwear set. He could get really jealous. Harry looked at my head.

"Are you ok, baby?" Harry asked, pulling his dressing gown over me.

"Yes, nw what I really want to know is what the fuck is going on with one of my best mates?"

Harry and Zayn both bit their lips and scratched the back of their necks.

"Well err..." Zayn stuttered. "I just got a voicemail from Zara."

"And?"

"Emma attempted suicide."

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SHORT CHAPPIE I KNOW BUT HEY CAN'T WIN EM ALL

IS IT JUST ME WHO FOUND MARCEL MORE ATTRACTIVE THAN ONE DIRECTION IN BEST SONG EVER? NO, JUST ME. WELL OK THEN.

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