Stay || A sequel to Fate

Chapter Ten.

Since the boys are already in the tourbus, waiting for me, I grab the things I had brought with me into their dressing room and go there as well. I'm still confused as to how I feel about Niall running out on our argument like that earlier, and I'm not sure what to do about it.

Is he just going to ignore me until he feels like he's ready to talk about it? How is that fair? It's only been like, what, thirty minutes since he stormed out and I'm already aching from not talking to him. It's not that I can't go any longer than thirty minutes without talking to him, it's just that when the last time we spoke was during an argument, I get a nervous and bad feeling in my tummy.

Trying to think about something else, I just exit the building and head to the tourbus. Liam's outside - unfortunately smoking - waiting for me. His face shines up into a smile when he sees me, and he instantly throws the cigarette on the ground.

"You alright?", he asks as I come up to him.

"Not really.", I admit with a shrug.

Liam enters the bus before me and then holds the door open. "He's already fast asleep on the couch."

Hearing those words, I quickly head into what's supposed to be the living room and find Niall lying spread out across the couch with his back facing me. When I get close enough to be able to stand above him and see his face, I see that his eyes are shut tight and his eyebrows are furrowed.

My stomach aches at the sight. It's too obvious to see when he goes to sleep worried, or angry. And I don't like it. He also tosses and turns a lot, which is something I really dislike, considering that he usually sleeps like a baby.

"Yeah, and he told us to tell you that you have to sleep in his bunk.", Zayn comes from the 'kitchen', and adds a quiet chuckle. "He specifically told us to make sure you went to bed in the bunk, and no other place."

I feel my lips pull upwards slightly, and I nod towards Zayn and Liam. "I will, don't worry. I'm just going to sit up for a while, okay?"

"Sure, just don't fall asleep.", Liam chuckles.

Trying as hard as I can, I return their smile before they turn around and head towards the front of the bus. Worriedly watching Niall, thinking about whether he's sleeping worriedly because of our fight, or if he's just still angry with me.

To be honest, I'm not sure if I'm just annoyed by the arguments he comes with, or if I'm actually angry at him. Do I have any right to actually be angry with him? Maybe I'm in the wrong here? I mean, despite Niall being my fiancé, I don't know much about their new management.

And how could I accuse him of treating our relationship in a way where the fans are more satisfied than us? Sure, he loves to please the fans and he would literally do anything to keep them happy, but he wouldn't treat us any differently for that. That's just not him.

Even though he always tries his hardest to make everyone around him happy, he still always does his own thing without caring what people think about him. Great, I think as I sit down by his feet, I started a fight using arguments I don't even agree with myself.

I place my right hand on his shins and gently start to stroke it up and down, and his face gradually softens the longer I keep doing it - which in it's turn calms me down, as well. Seeing Niall worried is awful, to be honest.

With my other hand, I take my phone up from my purse (I always bring a purse with a little bit of everything in it to their dressing rooms) and decide to check in on my instagram that I did about three weeks ago. I have seven hundred thousand followers already, even though I haven't even posted anything yet.