Who Knew? // 5SOS [ #Wattys 2015 ]

Chapter 24

"Lauren, I-I love you baby girl." I shot up screaming and sobbing. Quickly I covered my mouth with my hand and bit the inside of my palm. Someone sat up next to me and wiped their eyes. I noticed it was Michael and that we were still on the couch, just laying now. He wrapped his arm around me, placed his hand in between my shoulder blades, and gently pushed me into him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and he laid down onto his back while I was on my side, my head on his chest.

"Shh, you're okay, you're not hurt. You're safe now," Michael attempted to comfort me but my sobs were still hard. Every time my sobs got a little harder, he would squeeze me tighter. I don't know why but this dream seemed worse than last time. The same exact thing happened but it felt so real, like it happened again.

"It was so real," I mustered out of my sobs. Michael started to stroke my hair gently, still trying to soothe me.

It's not until I had calmed down a little bit more that I had realized we were moving. I tried to close my burning eyes and go to sleep with the movements of the bus but all those attempts failed miserably.

I laid awake until I saw the sunrise from the spot I was laying in. After that, it wasn't long until Luke stumbled out of the room due to the bus. I didn't say anything to him and let him think we were still sleeping. I stared across Michael's chest to the back of the couch until all of the boys finally came out of their caves and Michael woke up. Michael started rubbing my side to try to get me up too. We both sat up together and my arm felt like pins and needles because of Michael laying on it all night.

I let Michael off the couch but I laid back down.

"You okay?" A concerned Michael bends down over me and brushes the hair out of my face. I stared straight at the back of the couch and shook my head.

"I don't feel good and I didn't sleep at all last night," I sighed.

"Did you have another nightmare? I think I heard you scream," Ashton's calm raspy morning voice came towards me and placed a hand on my bent legs. They were almost up to my chest.

"Yeah." My answers are short. I want to cry again, let everything out to the boys but I can't. I don't have the energy and tears; it all ran away from me like a slutty girl runs from the killer in all the stereotypical scary movies, except my energy didn't trip while running away.

I just pulled my legs a little closer then closed my eyes, finally.

"You hungry?" Luke asked me I'm guessing because no one answered.

"No," I whispered, my voice so frail I barely noticed it as my own.

"You need to eat Babe," Calum almost seemed like he was pleading.

"I'm not hungry!" I sat up and snapped. Calum took a step back surprised. I laid back down and closed my eyes. I could hear the boys murmuring about me but I ignored it. They'll get over it.

. . .

I opened my eyes to a dimly lit tour bus. I was now facing the other way but I was still on the couch. I must've fallen asleep for quite a while considering the suns going down. My chest started to hurt from guilt for snapping at Calum. He was just trying to be nice and look out for me but my pissy self ruined things.

I sighed as I swung my legs over the side of the couch. My stomach dropped as I felt like I was going to barf due to the lack of food I have had all day, although nothing came out because of that too. I stood up slowly and trudged over to the cabinet, grabbing a bag of chips. Not the best for me right now but what the hell.

I went into the bedroom and walked over to Mikey's bed and pulled his laptop out, logging on and coming back to sit at the small table. Might as well do school work.