Broken (A 1D Fanfic)

Chapter 14

Hello my crazy, lovely fans. This is Olivia here, writing chapter fourteen for you! I see we have 106 reads!!! Thank you so much :) Hope you enjoy and remember to vote, comment and become a fan!

"Guys, did you forget about me?" I heard Liberity's voice enter the vehicle.

"Oh my gosh, i'm sorry Liberity!" Nialls strong Irish accent spoke up. He got off his butt and grabbed Liberity's bags. "Liberity will share the big bed with you Alanna, is that alright for the both of you?"

"Okay" Liberity and I said in unison. I got up from my amazing book and grabbed one of Liberity's bags. I opened it up and started unpacking her stuff. She wore pads so I threw them in the cupboard with my tampons and on a piece of duct tape I wrote

Liberity's cupboard, beware of pads.

I chuckled at my work and started putting away Liberity's clothes in the dresser beside mine. She had some adorable and expensive clothes, hopefully she was good at sharing! I found a pink cable knit casual dress, orange crop top with red stripes and some other very cute articles of clothing. I folded up all of her clothes and put the rest of her toiletries away. Just then Louis came into the bus with Simon at his tail.

"I still can NOT believe you broke your bloddy wrist!! You frickin IDIOT!!!" Simon ragged.

"Calm yourself Simon. dont get your knickers in a twist!" I yelled.

"Ya, it was her fault anyways." Louis said.

"No it WASSNT!" I screamed at Louis. "Stop it, I tripped on a tee shirt that was left RIGHT in the middle of the floor!!!!"

"Well, I have an idea. Why dont we pick up the shirt and see who's it is, we can blame the person who owns the shirt and sloppy behavior." Zayn said from the corner of my eye.

"Well, i'm safe!" Liberity said. Zayn walked over to the tee shirt on the floor. He picked it up and...

"IT'S LOUIS'S!!!!!" Zayn yelled.

"Oh, uhhhhhh.... oops." Louis stuttered. "I'm sorry Alanna."

"It's cool Louis, sorry for screaming at you.." I mumbled. (TEEHEE, IT'S EMMA WRITING NOW... OLIVIA DIDN'T WANT TO FINISH THE CHAPTER...)

There was a long and awkward pause before Simon spoke up. "Well, we're going now, then. I'll be on the other bus with the important people." He chuckled to himself before stepping off the bus and strolling to his own.

"Wait...." Harry's brows knitted together as he spoke. He looked like he was considering something. "Didn't the bus already start driving before Liberty got here?" He looked up to meet my eyes, which were clouded over, probably. I had zoned out. 

Snapping me out of my daze, Niall spoke. "Oh, yeah, the bus was only moving for about two minutes before we stopped to wait for Liberty." Wow. We were stupid. No one but Niall had realized that we were stopped for the past twenty minutes.

"Oh.." We all mumbled in return while Liberty stifled a laugh. 

 Niall then turned away and strolled into the loo. "OH MY GOSH, WHY DOES IT SAY TAMPONS AND PADS ON MY CUPBOARD?" He shrieked, running out of the washroom and into the living area. Liberty, Zayn and I all glanced at each other. All three of us burst out laughing. "Oh no....." Niall's accent sounded frightened, almost. "I had my ghillies in there!" His face was one of pure terror.

"Ghillies?" I stifled a laugh.

Zayn spoke up. "Niall, why would you have dance shoes in a bathroom cupboard?" He raised a brow.

"There wasn't no place for me to put 'em. You took an entire drawer of the dresser for your hair products!" He whined. Shaking my head, I walked into the bathroom and opened my (or Niall's) cupboard. Right there in the back I spotted Niall's black jigging shoes. Oh. My. Gosh... He wasn't lying about having them in there. Then, under my make-up case, I realized there was a whole stash of Irish dance clothes. I pulled out knee high socks, followed by a kilt and some weird looking blazer-type-thing. 

"Oh, god, Niall. What's all this?" I laughed, pointing to the pile of stuff in the bathroom entrance. His cheeks blushed a bright pink.

Liberty burst out laughing once again. "Oh my gosh, my boyfriend has a secret stash of Irish dance clothes? Someone save me!" This made Niall pretend to pout, a blush still flushing his cheeks.

"THAT REMINDS ME!" Niall burst, running towards the large television that stood in the middle of the room. He took a seat on the couch and flipped through multiple channels before stopping on one. He stared intently on the screen. Irish music suddenly blasted through the speakers behind someone's voice. 

Liberty face palmed. "My boyfriend is also watching the All-Ireland Irish Dancing Competition on RTE, isn't he?" Niall looked away from the screen, nodding as he grinned up at us. I shook my head and walked off to the bunks. I was tired. 

"I'm sleeping!" I called out, getting murmurs and hums in response. I crawled into bed and shut my eyes. Soon enough I was drifting off to sleep.