Aberration

Chapter 54

I'm so sorry for the wait!! I'll try to update more often, I've been busy :(

But I have such bad concert depression from last night at the Tampa show, they were unbelievable, best night of my life. Not to mention Harry's hair was badass with the braids and all.

With one final tug I zipped close my suitcase. It was the second out of three; my third bag just being more of a back pack than anything. I heaved a sigh, plopping down onto the bed and falling back. My eyes sagged with tiredness. "Just for a minute." I said to myself, letting them flutter closed. I had gotten a minimal amount of sleep last night. The nerves of the day to come keeping me awake until 4 a.m.

"Ava," 

I groaned, turning onto my stomach and shoving my face into the mattress, grasping for the sleep I had been so close to just moments ago.

"5 minutes, then we gotta go! The bus just got here."

I could hear the excitement in Liam's voice as he hollered up the stairs to me. It had been 3 weeks since I accepted Harry's request to join them on tour. And here I am, my bags packed and ready to be loaded onto the bus. To travel the world with the people I love so dearly, a new country every few days. And yet, I almost dread the idea of it all.

I was never one to move often. The idea of travel had been spoiled for me by my mom's constant nomadic nature; here one day and gone the next. It had always been that way. And I guess that's why when I called her to tell her I most likely wouldn't be seeing her for a few months, she wasn't too phased. I don't mean that to be confused with her not missing me, that part was obvious. Of course she'd miss me, as I would her. But we were so used to never being near each other for long that the seemingly nauseous idea for being separated from a loved one for that great of a period of time, didn't seem so abnormal.

"I'll call you every day." she had said, and I could basically hear the sad smile in her voice. "I love you, Ava."

"It's time." A hand squeezed my arm lightly. I flipped onto my side to see Zayn smiling down at me. I stood up slowly, my posture slumped as I grabbed my bags. 

"Nervous?" he asked, taking two out of the three suitcases from my hands. I followed him out of the room and downstairs.

"Not so much nervous, as I am just overwhelmed." I breathed, readjusting the back pack slung over my shoulder at the bottom of the steps. He nodded, clearly aware of the anxiety that comes with tour.

My point was proved further as we stepped outside into the driveway of the flat; an enormous bus taking up the length, if not more, of it. My mouth fell agape as we walked down the side of the vehicle, entering through a narrow door that seemed to blend in with the shiny black covering.

Our bags were immediately taken into the bus by mysterious people I assumed were just part of the crew lending a helping hand. One of my initial fears had been how the seven of us, the boys and both Lauren and I, were going to fit into one bus comfortably. But that fear diminished the second I stepped foot inside the house on wheels. It was huge. 

A kitchen lined one side of the bus; the usual sink, oven, cabinets. A large fridge replaced by three smaller ones. Along the other side was what I assumed the dining room would be in a house. A long table surrounded by a booth and chairs.

I ran my hand along the table as I walked farther into the bus, taking in every nook and cranny. Down a narrow hall were the beds. They were bunk bed like; four rows of two, one on top and one on bottom. To take up less space, I concluded.

I came to what looked like the end of the bus. Confused, I turned to Zayn who gladly walked up, pressing a button I hadn't seen on the wall. A door slide open in front of me, disappearing into the wall and making me raise my eye brows in surprise. I hummed in appreciation, Zayn chuckling behind me.