They Don't Know About Us

Live While We're Young - Chapter 23

[THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SELF-HARM, BE WARNED]

*CHLOES POV*
"We're going to America!" I almost shout at the top of my lungs sitting next to Paige in the black limo that managed to fit us all in. Becky, Louis and Shelby sit next to us whilst Zayn and Harry sit at the other side near the drinks bar. "Yes! I can't believe it." Paige replies, a grin plastered upon her more pale than usual face. Shelby agrees, nodding and snuggling into Lou's shoulder whilst Becky seems to be in some kind of day dream. After everything that has happened, out of the three of us.. I am the only one who hadn't been injured. And of course i'm thankful for that! But mentally it's been hard, i'v been worried sick.. not eating. And when Paige and Shelby were getting tortured.. that was horrible. especially for all of us. Especially the boys. I glance to the red scar that seems to stick out like a sore thumb on my wrist and quickly cover it up with my jumper. None of them know about it, not even Harry..

Though i'll just cover it up, say it was a scratch from a cat or something. I'm not the main priority at the moment. "Finally, we will get back to the normal world, and do what we are meant to do!" Harry pipes up, eyes trained on me, bright, bold and happy. This is the first time I have seen everyone so.. normal. "Yeah, back to the fans!" Liam agrees, taking a sip from his sparkling water. It was unfortunate that Danielle couldn't make it, she had an important event coming up; and dance rehersals were getting more and more intense. I nod, looking out of the blackened windows as we arrive at Manchester Airport. My daydream was broken, suddenly by the familiar CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! sound. "Here comes the press." I mumble, Harry chuckles, putting on his sunglasses as we are all ushered out of the car, light blinds our eyes and people scream our name, trying to get a good shot.

Paul, shoves them out of the way as we dash into the main area. Thank god for Paul! Girls scream the boys name, wearing trademark One Direction T-Shirts, Jumpers and generally freaking out. It was weird, to think that just a few months ago.. we would have been them. Now we're jetting off to America, with our Superstar boyfriends. Most of them scream Harry's name, which makes my blood boil and fists curl. I could feel his hand grasp mine, his soft velvety voice whisper into my ear. "Don't worry babe, you're the one that I want." I look into his eyes, though covered by sunglasses; I could see them glisten. A soft smirk pulls upon his lips; and this sends my heart into a rapid frenzy. I chuckle lightly, shaking my head as we make our way onto our private plane. We somehow manage to ignore the cameras and screaming fans. Paige and Niall walk beside us. "It's huge.." I whisper to Paige, she smiles and nods, chuckling. Suddenly I catch onto what she's laughing about and smile.  Niall wraps his arms securely around Paige, protecting her frail frame. "Get used to this! It's gonna be a long ride." He chirps, leading Paige up the stairs, Shelby, Becky, Zayn, Liam, and Louis follow. "After you." Harry stands by the stairs, gesturing towards the stairs and bowing like I was some royal. Chuckling, I nod and enter the plane. He soon follows behind me. 

"I'm liking the view.." He mumbles, not enough for the others to hear; but I certainly do. "Shut up, Styles." I chuckle, shaking his head at the remark as we enter the main part of the plane.

The plan is decked with lights, cream furnature and smooth granite work tops. Tv's litter the walls, and the steward-esses offer us some drinks. "This is amazing." I think to myself, sitting down near one of the large windows; Paige and Niall sit behind us, and with a drink and humming to himself; Harry soon joins. "How are you finding it, Love?" He asks, taking his sunglasses off and sighing comphortably snuggling into the chair. "I never imagined it to be like this--You could have a party in here if you wanted!" "Yep! That's what all this is for!" Niall intervines our convorsation, sticking his head inbetween the small gap between mine and Harry's chairs. I glance to Paige, who erups in a frendzy of giggles. 

The rest of the time is spent with the lads generally messing about. Jokes coming back and forth. It really was like sitting in the back of the classroom with five rowdy boys. Harry somehow manages to drag me from my seat as music is played, we all dance. This gives us a chance to let go, blow off the steam and forget about the terrible things that have happened to us all. Yet, my mind can't stop wondering. What if there's more fans out there like Maddison and Eve? Will it be all of us next time? I shake the terrible thoughts, and the creeping anxiety that lingers within my stomach and concentrate on letting go.