Our Little Secret {One Direction}

Chapter 32

-KATY'S P.O.V-

My teeth shatter from the cold breeze as I walk up to the bus, gripping on the long sleeves of my warm jacket as I knock on the metal door. I've never been on one of these; the most I've seen of them would be from the pictures Zayn's sent me - or a glimpse of the inside from one of their video diaries. I shuffle on my feet impatiently as someone walks up to the door, taking their time to unlock it. Harry freezes as he stares at me blankly, a wide grin spreading across his face as he hurries me inside. "KATY YOU ACTUALLY CAME!" He squeals, wrapping his arms around me.

-NIALL'S P.O.V-

I swing my arm around Zoe's shoulder as we walk through the chilly streets of London. This week is apparently meant to be much more relaxed than the last. The next show is on Wednesday night so we've got a few days off in that sense. Zoe snuggles up closer to my side as we turn into the small café, the warmth and sweet aroma swifting past us as the door swings shut. There's not many people here. Just your usual few; the old man with the newspaper, tired parent in their slacks, early riser, and a few business people in a rush to get on with their day. Zoe smiles up at me as she walks over to a small table in the back, the setting right beside the shop window. "Its so good to be off that damn bus," she mumbles, her teeth clinking together as she shudders from the cold. I take her shaking hands in mine, rubbing her palms softly with my thumbs.

"We get to sleep in a hotel tonight, that's a bonus."

"Thank god..." she laughs, closing her eyelids slowly as she yawns sleepily. A tall lady with blonde, straight hair walks up to us; removing a pen from behind her ear as she approaches our table. We quickly make our order and she hurries off, promising to return shortly. "You know, it's not all too bad."

"What?"

"This. I think we can do it," Zoe says, flipping our hands over and twiddling her thumbs over my palms.

"Three more weeks," I sigh, shrugging my shoulders as I sink back into my chair.

"Yep. Just three."

-3RD PERSON-

Being the first Sunday of the tour it's easy to say that it was surely the laziest Sunday they'd had in what felt like years. Having not seen each other in a while, Katy and Zayn spent the entire day kanoodling in the bus lounge. It was somewhat romantic but much to Louis and Liam's disgust, their tongues rarely left each other's mouths. Not Harry though. Harry was just as excited as the couple were. Well, initially. By noon all three of the boys had had enough of the slobbery snogging and scurried off the bus, eager to find something to do other than watch Zayn and Katy all day.

Unlike the three boys, Zoe and Niall were having a blast. After their early breakfast they headed off to a cinema and snuggled up in the very last row. There weren't many good movies on, none that they hadn't already seen during their many hours of boredom on the bus anyway. So whilst the rest of the cinema stared straight at the screen Niall and Zoe got closer and closer in the back row. It didn't take much time for Niall to pick Zoe up and pull her onto his lap. Or, for his mouth to latch onto Zoe's lips like they were glued together. Soon enough, Zoe's cold fingers crept their way down Niall's chest and lingered on the thin hem of his plain white tee. They could've gone on for hours, hell they could've done it then and there. But, much to their dismay, only five minutes later a bright torch was being pointed at their faces and they were being asked to leave. It's a shame really, they hadn't had much private time at all the past week and just as they got into it they were torn apart yet again. As Niall tugged his shirt back down he couldn't help but wonder if Zoe was wrong. Who were they even lying to anyway? Of course they couldn't do it. Three weeks wasn't just three weeks, three weeks was twenty one days! And twenty one days was a total of five hundred and four hours! Which was really thirty thousand, two hundred and four minutes. Which was legitimately one million, eight hundred and fourteen thousand, and four hundred seconds. That's one million, eight hundred and fourteen thousand, and four hundred seconds more of: love thirst, emotional pain, and jealous feelings over Harry.