Our Little Secret {One Direction}

Chapter 23

-NORMAL P.O.V-

The bus ride seemed to go on forever. At first it was relaxing. I spent most of my time sitting by the window, watching the houses and cars go by whilst music boomed through my headphones. I felt limitless. But, nonetheless, after about 3 hours straight of Harry & Louis' pillows being thrown at my head and Liam & Niall's feet kicking into my backside as they leaped across the couch during FIFA; It'd be fair to say I was entirely bored in every way possible. I grouchily slug my way across the couches and into the cabin, immediately finding my bed and plonking my body straight onto it. I groan as I look at my watch, mumbling useless nothings to myself as I stare at the glowing digits. 2:02pm. AKA approximately fifty-eight more minutes of boredom and hunger. I let out a deep sigh as I lean up against the wall behind my bed, fidgeting with the drawstrings of my trackies as I tie them into a neat little bow. "ZOE!" I look up towards the door to the lounge, wincing as I spot Louis being tackled to the floor by Liam and Harry. Niall laughs silently from the couch, and Zayn is on his way back from the kitchen carefully walking with two mugs of steaming hot tea. He manoeuvres his way around everyone's legs as he slowly makes his way to sit beside Niall, placing the mugs on the small coffee table as he does so.

"NO ONE KNOCK THE TABLE!" Zayn calls out, as he nervously lifts up his cup and holds it besides his lips. I groan as I crawl out of my bed and land on the floor with a thud, rubbing my back as I slowly lift myself up from the ground and hobble back into the lounge.

"You okay there?" Harry laughs, removing himself from the pile of boys on the floor as he walks over to the couch and sits on the armrest. I groan in response, wincing as a shooting pain emerges from the centre of my back and sends shivers through my body.

"No. It hurts."

"I don't think I've ever done that actually," Liam says matter-of-factly as he sits on Louis' stomach - holding him down.

"Ow ow no get off now," Louis whines, sitting up as he pushes Liam off of him. Liam rolls his eyes, before standing up and plonking down on the couch beside Harry.

"I'm bored as hell and there's nothing to do," I mumble, as I walk past the coffee table and sit between Zayn and Liam. "Can I have some of that?" I ask, whilst slowly untangling Zayn's fingers from his cup and removing the mug from his hands. He smiles down at me as I bring it towards my lips, tilting my head back as I sip slowly, the hot beverage burning the back of my throat. I close my eyes in appreciation as I savour the newfound warmth spreading through my body. I unwillingly give Zayn his mug back, thanking him with a soft kiss on the cheek. Niall coughs awkwardly beside him, looking at me questioningly. I clear my throat in response, before scanning the other boys and standing up from the couch. I walk over to the coffee table and sit on the edge, beside Niall. Niall nods his head at me, before shuffling in his seat. He's about to wrap his arm around my waist when a sizzling sound comes from the speakers.

"ALL PASSENGERS: WE WILL BE ARRIVING IN NEWCASTLE IN JUST UNDER 10 MINUTES. PLEASE PREPARE TO EXIT THE BUS." I look back at Niall as he drops his arm and brings it back up to his lap. He lets out a deep breath as he rolls his eyes and buries his face in his hands.

"That's my cue to empty the bladder," Louis perks, jumping up from the floor as he walks through the cabin and into the bathroom.

"Might go get changed..." Zayn mumbles, standing up as he straightens out his shirt and walks out the room.

I shrug my shoulders at Niall before patting him on the knee and walking over to the cabin. To say I'm pissed that we missed the chance to tell everyone would be a complete lie. I'm not. In fact, I stick to my words; I think it'd be much better if we just got it over with and went with the flow. I shuffle through my drawer, pushing my shirts to various sides as I look through them, searching for the appropriate one. It's still freezing outside so I'm not too concerned as to what it actually looks like because chances are, no ones gonna see it. I smile to myself as I find the right one, pulling it out from my now messy drawer as I close it behind me. I stand up and walk over to my bed. How the hell am I meant to get changed when there's 5 boys in my room... I groan as I walk over to the bathroom door and bang on it impatiently.

"WT DH YH WHDFT?"

"What??"

I hear the sound of water running and then someone spitting into the sink. "What do you want?"

"Liam I need to get changed," I whine, leaning against the side of the door. I hear a few clicks and then the door slides open, causing me to stumble forward. Liam catches me with his spare arm before my knees can buckle, before walking out of the room and sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Be quick Zoe I'm not finished," he mumbles, toothpaste froth gathering at the corners of his mouth. I nod my head as I walk into the bathroom, sliding the door shut behind me.

I huddle up to Liam's side as we stand inside by the bus door, waiting for it to come to a complete stop. The boys have got a conference meeting to discuss the timetable for the upcoming month and yada yada... But, as that does not concern me, I am stuck sitting outside in the waiting room for 2 hours. Can't you tell how excited I am? Geesh I'm SOOOOOOO excited... Not. "Okay so what's the plan?" Louis asks, peering through the window to the crowd of paparazzi waiting outside the vehicle.

"Well, I don't really think there is one." Liam says, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as he pulls me into a small hug. "As long as she goes unnoticed we don't have to say anything. But, if not, we'll just have to listen to the big guy." There's a long silence as we wait for the bus doors to open, the loud clamour of hustling people and flashing cameras getting louder as the bus pulls to a stop. "I'm sorry," Liam whispers, kissing me behind the ear. "I really am." The door opens and Louis steps out onto the pavement, his hands guarding his eyes from the blinding flashes. Here goes nothing.