Another World

Some are a Melody

Chapter 3: Some are a Melody

I threw my clothes at random into the bright pink duffel bag that I had gotten from my mother years ago, but unlike my mother, the bag was still here. The tour bus was waiting for me in the front of the house, and I was sure if my neighbors were awake they would be scared out of their wits. 

My phone buzzed with Louis' name flashing across the screen, he had insisted on being the first of the boys to put their number into my phone. Tossing it aside, I reached under my bed pulling out the one item that I really only needed. The clothes were just an extra, but this box I was holding between my hands held many memories I didn't want to forget, but didn't want to remember at the same time. 

My breath came out shallower; my fingers traced the dents in the cardboard, stopping on the dark spots where my tears had begun to fall. 

I wasnt losing anything with going on tour with the boys, my dad wouldn't notice I was gone anyway. Stuffing the box into my bag, I gave my room one last glance memorizing the floral patterns spattered across the walls, the way my bed was pushed sloppily against one wall to make room for my makeshift salon where I charged the girls from my school a fortune to do their hair and makeup. 

Time to go, I told myself hiking my bag up and making my way down the stairs. The strong smell of booze and weed wasn't something I would miss. I stared hard at my  dad's sleeping figure, stretching my hand out to turn the doorknob.

"Take care dad," I whispered, stepping outside.

Niall leaned against the tour bus. "Took you long enough," he smirked, eyeing my pink duffel bag. "And here I thought you weren't a girly girl."

I rolled my eyes, shrugging. His smirk faltered, "You were crying." He stepped closer to me, grabbing the bag off my shoulder.

"I'm going to miss home," I lied, following him into the tour bus. He nodded understandingly.

I walked up the steps gasping when I saw the inside of the bus.

"This is the lounge," Niall told me as we walked past couches and a kitchen, "And in the back are the bunk beds." 

"Are the boys asleep yet?" I said casually. I didn't really want to stay up with  Niall studying my face. He motioned for me to sit on the couch across from where he  sat, grudgingly I sat down, looking down at my fading blue converse.

"I saw your dad," Niall blurted out. Mty head snapped up, staring at him in horror, his cheeks flushed a deep pink.

"What about seeing him?" My voice rose an octave; sweat was starting to trickle down my back, and I swear you could smell the booze from my house even with the bus moving slowly away from it.

"I saw the empty beer bottles," he whispered. "Louis told me to go hurry you up and the door was open ..." he trailed off looking at me apologetically. "But we don't have to talk about it. I just  want you to know that if you ever need anyone to talk to me and the lads are here to listen okay?" He looked sincere. He gave me a lopsided smile before getting up from the couch, "I'm going to bed. The lads have interviews in the morning when we get to Seattle." He gave me a long stare before disappearing into the back of the bus.

I saw your dad, kept ringing in my ears. Niall had seen my dad and he had looked at me with that pity look I hated getting. Everyone always felt sorry. I hated it.

The bus was moving slowly in the  traffic on the highway, I gazed absentmindedly out the window. How long would it be until Seattle? 

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I don't know how much time had passed but the sun was slowly staring to rise behind the hills near the highway. Tracy, the bus driver, had told me it woudn't be too long until we arrived to Seattle where the boys would give their first Washington interview. Tracy had also told me to borrow some earplugs from the boys, I didn't even know why he would tell me that.