I'm Being Adopted by... One Direction?

You're Not Sorry, Apologizes, Text Messages, and Birthday Gifts. *Ch. 32*

I was lying in the tour bus bedroom area, feeling the bed gently rock back and forth listing to the purr of the engine with the occasional roar as it started up again. Vibrations pulsing though my body, Jessica and Heather were already asleep, I knew by their soft and deep intakes of breath. I looked at the bright contrasting screen of my phone; I was looking at some of my Tweets and DM’s.

More and more hate have been getting sent to me, supposedly I was the reason for the fight going on between Harry and Louis. But I knew the truth; I would be lying if I said I didn’t keep up with the Lads. I now texted Simon on a daily basis asking how it was going back in London. He had already promised to keep it between us, like the fly that was trapped in between the screen and the window, as he had put it.

That doesn’t keep it in there though; the fly will eventually escape because it will eventually push through the screen. It has a big enough purpose to be put through or it would have died. The fight going on was because Harry had discovered something about Larry that took it too far, so he had confided in Lou. Lou, protecting Eleanor, responded saying the fan was a fake, or a directionater. So, Harry, got mad about how all fans were true, no matter what they believed.

I felt a tear slip out of my eye as I read more and more hate, I no longer had the lads to protect me. No one to rip the phone out of my hand and comfort me, no one to give their warm chest to snuggle open. All their arms were crossed over theirs.

I had now lost all contact with Danielle, Pierre, Eleanor, and even Brooke. I understood, I even told them that. I had said, “Go have fun with the lads; I’ll be fine on my own. Seriously, I don’t want to come between your relationships.”

They tried to persuade me into letting them go, but I knew what the media would do. It would end in a blood bath, my blood filling the plaster tub. I sighed quietly as I scrolled, shooing the thoughts from my mind; I hit the lock button at the top of my phone watching the hateful messages turning into a black screen. I placed my phone in the little box that was next to the bed, therefore the phone wouldn’t fall and I could also have a water bottle near my bed.

My buses weren’t switched, Simon paid, but the lads for responsibility have to repay him. I sighed as I snuggled further into my hard, uncomfortable bed; I pulled my duvet over my head and slide the curtain over my top bunk. Something hard kept jabbing into my side, puzzled; I lifted my body up and pat down on my bed searching for the object.

Once it found my hand, I grasped it and it was smooth, almost metal like. I pulled it out and saw it was a bracelet. It was a simple silver chain, and then it had a solid part. As I ran my finger over it, there was one bump, and then tiny engravings in both sides.

I plopped it into the box thing where my phone was and then started to fall back asleep again.

I was pacing back and forth on the stage, it was huge. I was wearing a shorter dress that was gold and covered in sparkles reflecting the light. Then, Liam, Harry, Louis, Zayn and Niall came out. The crowd cheered louder than it ever had before, I was cut off, and well my mic had been switched off.

“Grace here,” Louis started out with, causing the crowd to cheer with excitement.

“Is actually the very reason Harry and Louis have been fighting.” Zayn said causing the fans to go silent.

It wasn’t like I could have protested, my microphone was basically as useful as a toilet paper roll that was ran out of the white sheets.

Then they disappeared off the stage, and then the hate was verbally being screamed at me.

Tears trickled down my face as I searched the crowd and saw all of the lads with girlfriends, all scowling at me. I tried to move, but it seemed my feet wouldn’t move. I looked down and saw a puddle, the color of what my shoes are, well were.