I watch Zayn as he rolls off the bed and grabs a set of dry clothes from a small wardrobe before slipping them on.
“Well it was nice working with you,” he sighs, looking at me as he pulls up his trousers and buckles his belt.
“Working with you?” I say slowly, not understanding. It’s his turn to frown.
“Yeah...” he eyes me up and down. “Wait a second... you didn’t think this meant something, did you?” he enquires, worry etched on his face.
“No. Not at all.” I shake my head rapidly. “Of course not.” Too rapidly.
“Oh Anne,” he groans, his thumb and forefinger rubbing his temples. “I thought that little burst of defiance was to give us a reason to ‘punish’ you and you’d make Louis jealous or something... I thought we were both using each other.”
I nod, grabbing clothes of my own.
“You need to understand that I’m far from being over Perrie yet and―”
“So automatically it gives you the right to fuck around with me?” I scoff angrily, throwing a shirt over my head. “You five boys are all the same: disgusting, horny bastards!” I shout, moving to step out.
“Excuse me?!” Zayn shouts, grabbing my wrist. “You’re the one who kissed me first out there!” He protests, pulling me back inside the bedroom.
“Yeah?! Well you’re the one who fuckin’ assaulted me in the shower this morning!” I retort heatedly.
“Stop swearing. Right now,” he instructs lowly.
“Fuck. You.” I snarl.
I’m pulled harshly backwards as Zayn’s face changes and he raises his fist.
“Do you have a death wish?” Harry whispers harshly in my ear as he pulls me out of the room and Louis holds Zayn back. “You can’t mess with Zayn like that, it’s unhealthy,” he continues, pulling me towards the living room.
“Want me to tell you what’s unhealthy?!” I respond angrily. “This thing, this mentality you boys have and gave my sister: it’s sickening!” I snap, shrugging him off.
“Harry don’t bother,” Sophie shakes her head. I grimace and walk to the farthest end of the bus, crumbling to the floor, right in front of the bus door. I wince as the bus suddenly roars to life. Life sucks.
“Hey,” my sister joins me a few seconds later, sitting beside me. “Can I ask you something?”
“Depends,” I huff. “I’m not really in the mood for favours right now.”
“Can you restrain from talking to Louis for the rest of the day?” She enquires. I blink.
“Wasn’t planning to talk to him for the rest of my life,” I respond.
“I figured, but you mustn’t succumb to him no matter what okay? I swear it’s going to be worth it. He’s going to try to make you talk but you have to ignore him.”
“Why?” I frown.
“You’re cheating Soph,” Harry reprimands, joining us at the front of the bus. The curly-haired boy crosses his arm over his chest, leaning on the wall. “You can’t tell her. It’ll ruin the game,” he smirks, before bending down swiftly and hoisting my twin in his arms. “You’re a cheater,” he mumbles, pressing his forehead against hers as she wraps his hands around his neck. “A gorgeous little cheater.”
“You guys make me sick,” I mutter, standing up and away from the couple, moving back to the living room. Minutes later, Louis and Zayn come out of the bedroom. Zayn has visibly cooled down, but he only gives me one detached look before taking a seat beside Niall in front of the television. Louis sits beside me.
“Love can we talk?” he starts. Everyone suddenly turns towards us curious. Sophie’s look is insistent.
I shake my head no, scooting away from him. He wraps his arm around my waist, trying to pull me back to him but I end up standing and sitting beside Liam, turning myself so I can look out the window.
I restrain myself from responding.
“Sophie can you please tell Louis I really hate him right now and that I do not wish to speak to him,” I get out finally. I flinch as his fingers graze my arm.
“Niall, can I sleep in your bunk? Please?” I enquire, ignoring the older boy completely. The blonde nods.
“Sure. Go ahead,” he shrugs.
“Anne you’re being childish,” Louis continues to harass me as I walk to the bunk beds and hoist myself into the highest one. “Anne I just want to talk.”
I pull the curtain and place the pillow over my head, shutting him out. There’s a loud sigh.
“Fine. If you really do not wish to talk to me, then so be it.”
I listen intently as he leaves me be.
“You’re giving up? Just like that?” Harry’s voice exclaims.
“Mate she doesn’t feel like talking. And I don’t blame her.”
“But the bet?”
A bet?! What bet?
“I’m letting Sophie and Niall win....What if they attend a concert? I see no problem letting them attend.”
“Yes!” Sophie cheers.
“I do!” Harry counters. “A, Anne is nothing but trouble. B, fans have started noticing Sophie’s multiple appearances so it’ll bring up interrogations. And C, you’re not thinking straight!”
“Aww Harry don’t be a sore loser,” Sophie taunts.
“Soph be rational... This could be dangerous.”
“No Harry. You’re being paranoiac. It’s a concert. Nothing bad will happen,” Louis retorts.
“Harry is right about Anne... She cannot be trusted,” Zayn puts in.
“The bet isn’t over. We still have the whole evening. Those two will talk if I have a say in the matter.”
“Harry you’re not being fair,” Soph sighs.
“And you’re not thinking straight.”
“I am thinking straight, Harold.” I notice her tone is edgier. A little distress mingled with frustration. “You’re the one who’s so uptight and mistrustful. Again. I’m going to sleep too. Wake me up when you’ll have to tie us backstage in Memphis,” she ends.
I’m surprised when the curtain is pulled open.
“Hey,” she mumbles. “Leave me some space?” she asks.
I gaze at her, stunned. I end up nodding, scooting to the far end of the small bunk to leave her some space.
“Thank you,” she whispers, sliding beside me before pulling the curtain shut once more.
“Women,” I hear Harry grumble in the living room.
“Men,” my sister and I reply quietly.
There’s a short moment of silence.
“What was the bet you were talking about?” I ask quietly, turning to face her.
“Louis and Harry were sure Louis’d be able to make you talk to him before the end of the day. Niall and I thought otherwise. If Niall and I win, you and I get to assist one of their concerts. If not, well I guess I just have to suck up Harry’s ‘safety measures’,” she explains softly.
A concert hmm? I drill the idea in my mind. That’d be the perfect time to grab Sophie and run...Or just run if Sophie wishes to stay with these psycho boys...Sophie and Niall have to win this bed. I need to resist talking to Louis.
“Harry’s so paranoid about losing me it’s getting suffocating sometimes,” she adds much more quietly. “I wish he’d see how much it’s painful for me...” My hand reaches over to squeeze hers. Maybe she’ll end up running away with me after all...