Suffer \\One Direction and 5sos//

chapter 17- Butts

Fuck.

Fuckkkkk.

My anti depressant aren't here. God damn it. I fucking hate the world. The side effects of the medicine I take are mood swings, and currently I was in one. I felt bitchy and sore, this also happened to be the day 5sos comes back, yay! Hopefully when I see them I'll be in a better mood. I would see them in an hour or so, so hopefully I wouldn't be a bitch to them their first day back. To be honest, I tried not to think of Luke that much because it made me sad. But back to business, I need to find my pills.

I looked for the bottle everywhere, in the sink behind the toilet. It couldn't sprout legs and run away could it? No, so it has to be in the bathroom. Fuck, I need to find them and take one for my mood. Maybe it would help.

I couldn't find them anywhere, oh shit. What I'm like this for the rest of my life? Oh, god please shoot me! No, I just need to find the pills. Okay, not in the bathroom, maybe they're in my suitcase.

I step out of the bathroom and towards my suitcase. I open and search through it, ripping away clothes trying to find the tiny bottle. I look in all the nooks and crannies trying to find the white bottle. No luck. I turn to Zayn and see him on his computer, he had no shirt on, a snapback and athletic shorts on.

"Have you seen my pills?" I ask him and he turns toward me and nods his head. Then turns back around to his computer.

"Well where are they?" I ask and he points out of the window, still facing his computer. "What?" I ask him and he turns around again.

"Last time we stopped, we threw them out." He tells me and my mouth drops and eyes go wide.

"Why would you do that?" I shout, anger controlling me. Commanding me to yell and stamp my feet instead of just talking.

"We didn't think you needed them." He shrugged, not looking like he cared.

"What? They give me the worst mood swings! I need them to keep my feelings all balanced!" I yell again, and Harry walks onto the bus. "You!" I storm over to him and he starts to walk back out of the bus. "Why would you guys throw them away?" I yell at Harry and follow him out of the bus.

"You're obviously not depressed." He simply stated, and shrugged while I groaned.

"Yeah I know, but since I've been taking them I've had the worst mood swings ever!" I yell at him and he giggles, making me see red. "Why are you laughing?" I put my hands on my hips, and he starts cracking up.

"Harry!" I say and he can barely breath, he cripples over to the ground and keeps laughing. He points behind me and I turn around to see four bare butts right behind me. I scream and shield my eyes, making them all laugh. "What the fuck is happening?" I ask and shake my head, my eyes still covered.

"We're here!" They say in unison, making me laugh. That's how they greet me, with their asses.

"Are your pants pulled up the whole way?" I ask them, knowing that they weren't.

"Of coarse." Michael says from behind me, but I know they all still have their pants down.

"Are you lying?" I ask, and almost laugh of how ridiculous they are. I remove my hands from my eyes but keep them closed. Not wanting to see all of those butts again.

"Maybe." Michael says, I can just feel that he's laughing. I crack a smile myself. I turn 180 degrees and open one eye just so I could see a sliver of them. Sure enough, their pants were down but they had moved a distance closer to me, only about an arms length away. Their butts were sticking out towards me and I just crack up and cover my eyes again, I walk over to Harry, who had almost died from laughter but was recovering now.