Our Little Secret {One Direction}

Chapter 20

-NORMAL P.O.V-

My eyes slowly flicker open as the pounding sound of heavy suitcases thumping down the stairs digs through my brain. I let out a small yawn as I stretch my arms behind me, my closed palms banging into the wall. I take a quick look around Niall's room, a small smile creeping across my face as I stare lovingly at the picture of him and his family on the bedside table. I glance over to the door as I listen to the faint knocking, followed by a small creak as the door opens ajar and Niall slides through; closing it quietly behind him. "Morning," he whispers, as he takes one large step towards the bed. He sits down on the end, the mattress sinking into a small dip as he gets comfortable. He looks down at the gap between us, putting on a playful frown before shuffling closer to me and placing a soft kiss on my forehead. "Babe we have to go in like ten minutes," he laughs, as he holds my hand in his and rubs it soothingly. I look down at my pyjamas, a small chuckle escaping my lips. I rest my head against his shoulder as I look forward to the wall across his bed, examining the many posters as I speak.

"Can we just get our own car and go back to sleep..?" I mumble.

Niall laughs as he looks down at me adoringly. "I wish." He wraps one arm around my shoulder as he pulls me closer to him.

"Niall..." I whine, my voice barely above a whisper.

"mm?"

"What if he tries to kiss me..?" I feel Niall tense up as he joins me in staring intently at the posters.

"I-I I dunno..." A small tear escapes the corner of my eye as I look down at my lap, my fingers fiddling nervously.

"Ni I don't want to do this, I just want to be with you..."

Niall sniffs as numerous tears slip down his cheeks, "Should we tell them? About us?"

"I don't think we can, Simon would still push for it... And Liam would be so mad..."

"But what if he didn't? Zoe we should at least try?"

"I-I dunno..."

"So you'd rather make out with Harry than attempt to get us out of this?" he says, hurt and affliction showing vastly in his voice.

"Niall..."

"Just forget it," He throws back angrily, as he jumps away from me and walks towards the bathroom. "You better get ready, the car will be here in a few," he mumbles, slamming the bathroom door behind him. Great. Just great. So not only is Niall mad at me, but I'm stuck in his room in my pyjamas. I am fucking praying no one's in the hallway.

It was only a twenty minute car ride because all we had to do was get to tour bus which was parked outside Sony. Why we had to leave at seven is beyond me because if all we're doing today is chilling on a tour bus I would've gladly slept in till ten. I sigh in relief as Paul pulls into the Sony car park; subconsciously 'ooh'ing and 'ahh'ing as I spot the giant bus. Liam smiles beside me as he too looks out at the massive vehicle. "Okay lads, grab a suitcase and lets go," Paul sighs, as he turns off the engine and gets out the car, slamming the door behind him. One by one the boys all hop out of the car, Liam and I being the last.

"I think you'll like it Zoe, it'll be different," he says, patting me on the back reassuringly.

"What? Involuntarily snogging Harry or sharing a bedroom with 5 horny teenagers?"

Liam sighs as he steps out of the van, before turning around and resting against the doorframe, blocking my exit. "I thought you were over that by now?"

"Umm... Well until 'it's' over, NO." His eyes widen along with my volume, as he shuffles back a bit, giving me space to finally get out the car.

"Look I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd mind that much! I mean, seriously, every girl fancies Harry! What's the deal!?"

"WHATS THE DEAL?" I yell, turning to face him as I point my finger at his buff chest, "THE DEAL IS THAT I'M NOT 'EVERY GIRL' AND I HAPPEN TO NOT FUCKING FANCY HIM!" Liam rolls his eyes as he slowly removes my finger from against his chest, bringing it back down to my side.

"I'm sorry," he says sympathetically. "I really am, I didn't realise it would affect you this much." And before I can say anything else he walks off towards the back of the van, leaving me standing beside the car red-faced. I sigh grumpily as I join the others at the boot, yanking out a bag and letting it scrape against the gravel. I ignore their looks and whispers as I pick up the bag by its handle and slowly trudge my way across the car park, my eyes set grumpily on the bus that for the upcoming month will be referred to as 'home'. Jolly.