Bitter Sweet (A 1D fan fic x)

5. Fools Gold

(hi sorry i haven't updated in so long! i've been busy, but finished school now so hopefully i'll be a bit more regular :) i appreciate the reads and votes thanks, please keep it up and comment and all haha :) i've got another 1d fanfic called battle scars (part one) which is a little short, but completed )

Zayn's POV

 Jasmine slung her bags over her arm and flitted into the bus without a word.

Weird.

Louis stood there staring after her, mouth slightly agape, still looking shocked, confused, and hurt. 

"It's okay man, she'll come round," Liam clapped a hand on Louis' shoulder.

"From what?" Louis spat, the hurt coming through in his voice, turning away and walking off.

Niall followed Jasmine, obviously trying to make amends and find out the trouble with this girl. It could be a long weekend.

Jazz's POV

I pushed straight through the boys gaping at me, lugging my bags and sauntering up to the huge tour bus. 

Inside it was quite nice, it had a lived-in look about it. 5 boys were definatly the occupants, i thought, as i noticed some undies draped over the arm of the couch, and the half-eaten bowls of cereal and empty chip packets that littered the floor. I looked away in disguist. Some stupid little fan girl should be here right now, shoving this rubbish into her bag, squealing in delight that she's taken probably Harry's, dirty underwear.

I was surprised how normal it looked though. It wasn't super-flash. There was a huge TV attached to the wall, and laptops on messy bunks, but it was all rather normal. To be honest i was expecting to walk into a jacuzzi or something.

I heard someone coming up the steps behind me, and i turned to see the chubby blonde one.

"Hey, I'm Niall, sorry about Louis, he's a little excited," his irish accent was thick, and he extended a hand to me. I stared at it, but didn't make a move.

"No? Alright then..." he dropped it to his side.

"Where should i put these?" I rolled my eyes, and lifting my bags up before Niall could try and make conversation again.

"Oh, uh, yeah, just through here," he stepped around me and the coffee table between the large plush couch and TV, down a little dark hallway, off to a room with a big double bed that had the duvet crumpled, and a pristine single bed. 

I was sharing a room.

As if Niall could hear my thoughts, he spoke, "I hope you don't mind, Zayn's been a bit moody at the moment, so he's got this room aswell."

I wasn't too sure how to respond. 

"Harry and Louis are bunking in the main part, and Liam and i are just across here," Niall rapped his knuckles against the door opposite.

I dropped my bags at the end of my bed and sat cross legged on it, leaning against the wall and plugged my music in. The 1975. Waaay better shit than these boys sing. 

"Thanks," i beamed. Hopefully he wouldn't think something was wrong then.

"Sorry, I don't mean to pry, but i something bother-" I cut him off.

"If you don't mean to pry then don't." I shot with attitude.

Niall bit his lip. He looked like an innocent child getting scolded. "Sorry," he choked and left.

A wave of something crept over me. Guilt? No, i wasn't that harsh. They're annoying prickswho are full of themselves and are getting what they desrve.