Simon's Angels (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Six

Zara's POV

Paul brings around the tour bus while we all wait by the building. Zayn's half asleep on my shoulder and Louis has just fallen asleep on my lap. It was pretty early actually. Around five a.m., to be honest. Ally and Harry are on the curb just sitting and talking softly to each other. Vicky stands near the stop sign and Niall and Liam are talking quietly to each other on the bench across from us. 

Paul pulls up the bus and honks loudly causing Louis to shoot up and knock heads with Zayn. Scowling at his attacker, Zayn grabs his bag and stomps off to the bus. Louis just grimaces at him and helps me up the steps. After we all got on, Paul didn't need to be told at all to move; he just slammed the gas pedal. This caused us to all fall someplace. What a great way to start the morning! I found my self squished under Louis who was under Liam. Zayn and Vicky were halfway in the bunk beds. Niall was squished under Harry on the sofa. 

"Gee, thanks for the warning, Paul!" Louis groans and I huff, "Would you mind getting off of me??"

"Oh sorry!" Liam apologizes and tumbles off but Louis just hugs me and stays put, "I rather like this spot, actually."

"Unless you want to be thrown across the bus, get off!" I seeth and Louis laughs, "Like you could do that!"

"I don't think you wanna say that.." Ally trails off as Louis yelps while flying to the back of the bus.

Louis groans as he rolls to his stomach. Liam quickly backs away from me and puts his hands up in mock surrender. Niall starts laughing like crazy with Zayn, them two falling on each other. Smirking, I stand up and walk over to the little kitchen and grab some ice from the freezer. Then I go over to Louis who is now sitting up and rubbing his back, and I hand him the ice.

"They are trained, Lou. You should know that. They're known as Simon's Angels for a reason." Paul grins from his spot in the driver's seat. 

"By the way, how long have you been doing this?" Liam asks as he grabs a water bottle from the mini fridge.

Ally looks at me and sighs, "I have been here since like I was three. I don't remember how my family was exactly. Simon found me. Rescued me actually. Now, I'm in here. I just remember this little boy from memories."

Next, Vicky speaks, "I was found at the age of eight. I do remember that I was adopted but then had to be given up.. I don't remember my real family at all though."

"I was found at the age of nine. I had a family in Bradford. I was.. kidnapped from my own house and taken to a place where I was trained and one day, I escaped and Ally found me, so ever since then I came here." I explain and all the boys nod.

"Alright, well I think you boys need to go take a nap. It's a busy day today." Ally sighs and the boys whine.

"I'll read you a bed time story, Lou. Come on." I open my bag and pull out my favorite childhood storybook, The Baby Blue Cat Who Said No. 

Niall runs into his bunk along with Louis and yells, "I'm ready!"

I laugh and shake my head at them two before settling down on the floor next to their bunks. Soon Harry and Liam join and Zayn sits by me. I read the story softly yet loud enough for everyone to hear. I see Louis's eyes flutter shut by the time I get to the third page. Niall follows shortly after. Liam knocked out by the fourth and Harry by the sixth. I look down to see Zayn still listening intently to the story as he lays down with his head in my lap. After I finish, Zayn is fast asleep. Smiling at the boys, I gently move Zayn's head to a pillow and get up. I kiss Louis on the forehead and throw his blanket on him. I move Niall back into his bunk as he had his head lolling off the side. I tuck in Harry and Liam and go to find a blanket for Zayn, who was still sprawled out on the floor. 

I go and look in the closet by the bathroom and after a long time of searching, I find one.

"Aha! Yes!" I whisper in triumph only to turn around and bump into a person.

"Ow, hey! You're supposed to be sleeping!" I scowl at the boy standing in front of me.

He sheepishly smiles and then says, "That story.. It reminded me of this story a friend of mine owned. We were quite young, but she went missing at the age of eight... Her name was Laila."

"Laila?" I whisper and I think back to how my backpack from when Simon first found me had that name on there.

"Yeah.. Is something wrong?" He asks concerned as I furrow my eyebrows, "No not at all. Just sounded familiar, but I am sure I am wrong. Anyways, here's a blanket, now go to bed, Zayn."

He pouts before sighing and stomping off like a child to bed.

"Hey, Zara, can you go get some lunch ready?" Ally calls out to me and I walk off to the kitchen to prepare some lunch and think about what sounded so familiar about the name Laila.