What happens on the tour bus. Stays on the tour bus (Ziall, Larry and Lilou)

Chaos

The bus was in utter chaos. Zayn stole our manager, Paul's car keys and stormed off in his fit of rage, Louis and Eleanor were confused as they came back on the bus from their early morning breakfast, and Liam, Niall and Harry were running around trying to calm people down or explain to people what had happened.

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(Zayn's pov)

How could I be so fucking stupid? I knew this was going to happen I just didn't want to admit it to myself.

As soon as I get off the bus there is burst of screams. About a hundred feet away behind the fences and security guards there is a huge pile of fans. I'm not surprised, they always manage to find us. I walk towards our managers car, which is parked outside of the fences. As soon as I get to the fence I turn to one of the security guards.

"I need to get out, I'm taking Paul's car." I say loudly, trying to overpower the sounds of screams. The man nods and gestures his hand saying 'come here' to the other guards around him. They walk over to us and move a section of the fence. They walk infront of me, plowing fans out of the way. I get to the car and get inside, immediately locking the doors. I put the keys in and start it up. The guards have cleared a pathway for me from the front of the car to the street. I drive forward, slowly just in case a fan gets infront of me. And then turn right onto the road.

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(Liam's POV)

I have to do everything around here. Paul's off at a meeting with Simon and when he comes back and realize his car is gone he's going to point his finger at me. I always have to be the dad of this band. I have to solve everyone's problems. Niall and Perrie are screaming at eachother, Eleanor was yelling at Niall for yelling at Perrie, Harry was yelling at Louis trying to explain why everyone was yelling at eachother and I was there running around trying to stop all of this bullshit. I'm actually losing my mind. I can't hold in my frustration anymore.

"EVERYONE! SHUT UP!" I scream, instantly quieting the whole bus. Everyone stares at me as if they've never heard me get angry before.

" Everyone just needs to calm down. Now this is what's going to happen alright? Niall come with me, we're going to find Zayn. Eleanor, help Perrie pack and get her a hotel room. Louis, stay here and make sure Perrie leaves and incase Zayn comes back, Harry, call Paul and tell him what's happen and make sure he knows it's being taken care of." I say calmly. Everyone nods and starts doing what I had assigned them. I grab Niall's arm and take him with me off of the bus.

When we step off the bus Niall immediately bursts into tears.

"What's wrong, Mate?" I ask in a worried tone.

"Zayn.. H-he's so upset a-and he didn't deserve that to h-happen t-to him." Niall mumbles between cries. I put my arm around him and pull his head to my chest making sure no one could get a picture of his face and pull him to the car.

"He's gonna be okay, we just need to find him."

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(Zayn's POV)

As soon as I lost the group of girls chasing after the car, I slowed down. When I drive when I'm mad I end up going to fast, and I don't need any more news stories about my life right now. I keep driving until I reach the top of a hill. There are no houses, just forest. I pull over to the side of the road and turn off the car.

I sit in the car for a while, just thinking about everything. How long has she been cheating on me? Who was that man? How could I have been so blind and stupid? Why am I such an idiot? I got a damn tattoo of that girl on me and now I can't even stand to look at my own arm. God dammit Zayn why do you have to be such a bloody mistake?! I snap out of my mental rage and realize I'm tearing up. I put my head on the steering wheel and burst into tears. As soon as I put my head down, my phone goes off. I look over at the caller ID. Liam. I pick up my phone and push end. I put my head back down.

I feel nauseous. I want to throw up. It makes me feel better. It feels like im realiving myself of pain. I know it's fucked up. No one but my mum knows... I have bulimia. I've had it for years and its been a huge obsticle to face. I've had to hide it from my mates. Eat dinner with them, laugh and talk. Then throw it up later that night. I hate hiding it from them, but I don't want them to worry.

My phone goes off again. I pick it up, ready to hang up, then I read "Niall" on the screen. I hold it in my hand for a moment, contemplating on answering or not. I answer.

"Hello?" I say quietly

" Dear god, Zayn where are you?!" He yells into the phone sounding worried.

" I just needed to get out. I couldn't handle everything." I say. I feel bad for making Niall worry. I don't want him stressing out, it's not good for his anxiety.

" I just, I want you to be okay. I don't want you being hurt, ever. You don't deserve all of that, Zayn. You're an amazing guy and I..." He chokes up and stops talking.

"I'm fine, Niall please don't worry about me." I say, comforting him.

"C-come home. Please." He's crying. I feel like shit for stressing him out so much. I take a deep breath.

"Alright. Is Perrie gone?"

"Yes. She got packed and Eleanor got her a hotel room."

"Okay. Ill be home soon."

"Thank you, Zayn. I love you." I freeze. He said he loved me? I don't think I've ever heard him say that to me before. I love how it sounds with his accent, it's so perfect, relaxing, sexy. Shut up, Zayn! Why do I feel like this? I'm straight. I love girls. I'm not sexually attracted to guys, especially Niall. He's too adorable to be sexy. Or is he? I don't know! Ugh! Okay Zayn. Just drive. Don't think about Niall anymore.

"Zayn?" A voice says through the phone. Shit. I hadn't hung up the phone.

"Uh yeah sorry. On my way." I hang up as fast as I can. My cheeks blush with embarrassment.

Okay. Lets get home.