Secrets (On hold)

Chapter Twenty Eight

*Lauren's POV*

Movement next to be pulls me from my sleep, and I vaguely realize its Harry getting out of the bunk. I keep my eyes closed knowing it's early and I definitely want a few more hours of sleep. I hear the groan and thump of tired sleepy boys jumping down from their bunks and walking around the bus to get ready for the day. I can hear the rumbling from Liam's deep whisper down the aisle and Louis' much louder response to him.

Harry shushes them and I smile to myself amused. I lie quietly listening to the pitter-patter of their feet shuffling around the bus and their hushed whispers as they try not to wake me but also get ready. These sounds are foreign to me after being used to waking up with one person, now there are five. But it is quite comforting.

The silence that follows once the door slams signaling the departure of all the boys gives me a lonely feeling. I flip over onto my back and stare up at the top of Harry's bunk. I pull his blanket up close to my face and breathe it in, inhaling the comforting smell of Harry.

I'm mad at him, well I was mad at him last night. As much as he annoys me, he's sensible and surprisingly right most of the time. He can be carefree and immature, but in certain situations, I must admit he understands the meaning of privacy better than I do. I hate the thought of admitting to him that he is right, because I know what it is like to be treated horribly in a relationship and I'm not going to stand by and watch what happened to me happen to one of my friends.

I'll have to explain to Harry that is why I want to get involved. I didn't want to be nosy, but the similarities of Niall and Serena's relationship are too close to mine and my abusive ex-boyfriend. I don't believe Niall would ever lay a finger on her, but I do think he is emotionally abusive, which can be just as harmful if not more.

I finally close my eyes and try to keep my mind blank, wanting to get more sleep.

I open my eyes again after what feels like no time at all, and roll over, picking my phone up off the built in shelf in Harry's bunk. It's a little after 9 a.m., so I must've slept for 3 more hours. Weird because I feel like I barely closed my eyes.

I pull up twitter on my phone and scroll through tweets for a few minutes. I don't spend too much time on social media anymore, I used to not let things bother me but it's increasingly starting to tear me down. I click on someone's retweet on my TL that catches my eye. It's a photoshopped picture of Harry and Jade from Little Mix. How awkward. Of course the fans want Harry to be with many different people, this isn't the first time I've seen a photoshopped picture.

Awkward. My whole life is awkward. I spend basically all my time with my secret boyfriend who is super famous and under a microscope. It's amazing how oblivious people are, either that or they don't care enough to put any thought into Harry and I. I know some fans suspect something more, mainly because I've seen all that on the tumblr and twitter; and I can't forget about the girls in Victorias Secret. They heard me talk about Harry.

Embarrassment creeps over me as I remember that whole incident, even though it's been over two weeks since that happened. I'm just glad we deleted the video off her camera.

I sit up in Harry's bunk and rub my eyes, trying to get rid of the sleep. The only noise in the bus is the air conditioner running, and my movements. I'm getting lonely. I swing my legs over the side of the bunk and stretch out my body, then peek under Harry's bunk. Sure enough he's shoved his sweatpants he wore to bed underneath along with more of his previously worn clothes. I roll my eyes and grab the sweatpants, pulling them on over my boy shorts I slept in and walking down the aisle towards the front of the bus. As I'm walking off the bus I send a quick text to Mary, asking if she will need help cooking or anything today.