The Broken Beat |One Direction|HS|

Chapter 8

                It turns out, fate was serious.  After we all came aboard, I sat next to Harry and he stared babbling on about everything and anything. Somewhere along the way, I started to talk back.

He told me about his “mum” as he said it. He told me about his sister Gemma and everyone else in his family. His eyes betrayed so many emotions, I couldn’t help but smile. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. Just maybe.

“So, Rosie, tell me about you and your family. Erin was being mean and wouldn’t tell us anything about them.” Harry says to me with a smile on his face.

I can feel my blood run cold. I look over at him, his eyes were staring at me intently. I felt like a trapped cat.

“Sorry, I can’t.” I tell him as I look away.

I can see his smile disappear from his face out of the corner of my eye.

“Why not?” his voice said, but it was different.

His voice sounded hurt.

“It’s too hard.” I tell him, turning my head to look at him.

My eyes were pleading for him to understand.

“You don’t think it’s hard for me too? Do you know how much I miss them? How much I wish I could see them?” he says, his voice sharp.

At least you know where they are. At least you know they care about you. At least they love you.

“Are you blanking out on me?” Harry’s agitated voice penetrates my thoughts.

I look at him, his face was hard.

“Sorr-“I began, but he interrupts me.

“Don’t apologize.” He says as he look away from me, looking down at his phone.

 He was mad.

I turn away from him and look to see what everybody else was doing.

Louis and Eleanor were snuggling into each other while they were sleeping. Liam and Niall were engaged in something on Liam’s phone. And Zayn was asleep in the seat behind theirs, lightly snoring.

That’s a good idea. I try to get comfortable; well, as comfortable as a person could get on an airplane seat. I drift off into sleep and I welcome it. I haven’t had a non-nightmarish sleep in awhile so I let myself fall further into the abyss that is sleep.

“Rose. Rose, wake up. We’ve landed.” A voice says, it sounded so familiar.

I open my eyes and see Niall staring down at me, his blue eyes warm. I look over and notice an empty seat. Harry already left. That ass. He didn’t even wake me. I give Niall a grateful smile and he returns it with an amused smile of his own.

We walk out of the plane and through the tunnel, side by side. After we exit, I see the rest of the boys lounging around.

“Thanks Niall.” I say as we walk towards the boys.

“No problem Rose.” He says.

The pang comes back but I try to suppress it the best that I can.

I look around and realize it’s extremely quiet. It’s then that I realize its 3 am.

“Can we go to the hotel now? I want to sleep.”Louis whines while Eleanor lays a comforting hand on his back.

“We will after room assignments.” Paul says, earning groans from 5 physically exhausted boys.

“Okay so we have 2 doubles and 1 triple, pick amongst yourselves.” Paul says.

“I’m with Eleanor!” Louis says

“I’m with Niall and Liam!” Harry states quickly, avoiding my eyes.

“I guess I’m with Mary.” Zayn says, half-heartedly.

“Yup, Guess so.” I say, just as half-heartedly.

“Alright so everything’s decided on? Great let’s get in the van!” Paul says, giving us no time to answer.

We all leave the airport, earning curious glances from early commuters. We pile into the dark van and drive off.

I’m sitting next to Harry; who’s still acting cold towards me, and Zayn, trying his best not to let our bodies touch. It’s like I’m the plague or something.

The van’s silent. The only sound was everybody’s soft breathing.

Is this how my life is destined to be? Silent?