Even If It Kills Me (One Direction and The Vamps Fan Fiction)

Chapter 45

Emma's POV

I was back on the One Direction bus heading to who knows where. I get so confused on where we are and the concerts begin to blend into one another.

We were somewhere going west? Maybe?

The boys were in the very back of the bus writing new songs so I have some space. Since Cat and Katie aren't on my bus, I can get lonely.

I've always preferred to be alone. If Tristan were here though, I would prefer that. Things were a tiny bit awkward when he was going to kiss me because I rejected him, but I had good reason for it. We both now just act like it never happened.

But it did.

Boredom begins to takeover me as I watch the countryside fly past the window. I decide I might as well say hello to the boys and check up on them.

I peek behind the curtain to see Niall with his guitar in his lap and Louis scribbling something down on paper. Harry, Liam, and Zayn discuss other things to the side.

None of them see me and Harry's back is to me. He is wearing his hair in that silly bandana that he likes so much. I quietly sneak up behind him and rip it off his head, and I sprint to the front of the bus.

Harry leaps up fast and sprints after me. When we get to like the "family room" of the bus, he catches me. We both fall to the ground and Harry ends up on top of me.

I burst out laughing but stop when I realize the serious expression on Harry's face which is only inches away from mine, our bodies are pressed against each other otherwise.

I give him a confused look, but he ignores it.

He starts to lean in and shut his eyes.

He's leaning in?!?!

"Harry," I demand his attention. He comes back to reality, where boys don't fall for me, literally or emotionally. "No." I say.

I shove him off me and hop up. Why would he try to kiss me? I thought we were best friends and nothing more.

Well not to him.

"It's because of him, isn't it?!?" Harry accuses as he stands in front of me, clearly pissed off at me rejecting him.

I give him a quizzical look until I realize he's talking about Tristan.

Do I tell him that I did the same thing to him?

I know for a fact though that Tristan is the only one that I like. I feel like I'm on fire when Tristan touches me.

"No," I decide to say.

"Is it because I'm not good enough or you!??" he is now screaming at me because he's so mad. His face is turning red and his fists are clenched.

"Harry it's never-" I try to tell him, setting my hands on his chest, trying to calm him down.

Harry begins to mock me in his anger saying,"You're just the poor poor girl with social anxiety that can't make friends! Right? No wonder you can't make friends!" he screams at me. I shrink down, becoming afraid of this version of Harry. "You're just some random stuck-up brat who had connections!"

I walk as far back as I can which is just one step and mg back is against the counter.

"Harry!" A voice yells.

We both turn to see Zayn standing at the curtain. He obviously sees the fear in my eyes and anger in Harry's.

"Enough," Zayn says as he steps forward. He steps in between me and Harry, protecting me as Harry continues to fume. "I don't know what's gotten into you, Harry, but you are not coming near her."