My little secret

Arielle Malik was as close to her brother as two people could possibly be. That was until the one night that caused her to change drastically. After months of being depressed and pushing everyone away, Zayn is extremely frustrated by his failed attempts to not only comfort her, but to have her confide in him about what it is that happened. When Arielle is finally ready to recover, and her mother arranges for her to tour with her brother's band for a few months, things may spiral out of control in more ways than just one...

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I make my way to the lobby and walk straight out the front door to find a large tour bus awaiting me. A man comes over and takes my luggage as I go inside to look around. As soon as I walk in I see a couch across from a TV as well as a table that could probably only fit four. There is also a mini fridge and a few cabinets to hold food.

I continue to head back and next I walk into a hallway area where there are bunks in each wall next to me. I count six in total. Just enough. I walk through the door in front of me and find the bathroom.

I turn and head back into the main area to find Louis, Harry, and Liam all sitting and chatting. They all turn their heads towards me and look like deer in headlights.

“What’s going on?” I ask, confused as to why they look so startled.

“Nothing,” Louis snaps quickly.

“Okay,” I murmur, not wanting to make them uncomfortable questioning them. “When are we leaving?”

“As soon as Niall and Zayn get here,” Harry answers.

“Are you doing alright?” Liam asks me as I take a seat on the couch next to Louis.

I think back just a few minutes ago when Liam caught my emotional breakdown.

“I’m fine,” I lie as I give him my best fake smile.

He just avoids my eye contact as an awkward silence grows. It is broken when we hear someone coming into the bus. It’s Niall.

“Hey, lads,” he greets the boys glumly as he sits in the corner.

They give each other curious looks when he doesn’t address me. They start talking about football or something and continue on that while I just sit and nod along. A few minutes later, Zayn walks into the bus.

He doesn’t say anything or look at anybody. He just walks straight back into the bunks, climbs in one, and closes the curtain.

I feel guilty. I don’t hate him. I never could. He is my brother. That doesn’t mean I am going to apologize, though. He needs to understand just how mad I am at him. I just wish there was some way to undo what he did.

Most of the bus ride is boring as the boys talk about things I am not really interested in. I unlock my phone and begin to look at my Twitter again. It’s just one of those things where you know it is bad for you, but you do it anyways. I can’t stop.

I read all of the nasty comments and tweet something myself:

@Ari-Kat_Malik: I know I am a worthless, ugly, fat, pathetic whore. You can stop saying it- I already believe you.

I send it out and one tear fall from my eye, but I wipe it away quickly so none of the boys will notice. Just then Louis grabs my phone. .

“Whatchya looking at?” he sings as he does it.

“No,” I shriek and try to grab it back, but he stands up and runs to the front of the bus.

I chase after him as I desperately try to get it back, but I just quite can’t reach. His face falls into a deep frown as he reads my tweet and then continues on to read all of my mentions.

“Tell me you aren’t serious, Arielle,” he commands.

I don’t say anything, but walk back over to the couch and sit down, giving up on getting my phone back before he sees.

“Arielle, I said tell me you aren’t serious,” he demands a little louder, but I remain silent.

“What is it?” Liam asks, and Louis hands him the phone.

It ends up getting passed around to everyone before I get it back. I lock it and hold it in my hand. All of the boys stare at me except for Niall, who stares at the floor.

“Arielle,” Liam begins, but I march back to the bunks, climb in, and close the curtain, ending the conversation.

A few more tears escape me and I just stare at the ceiling. I have never cried more in my life than I have on this tour, and it has just started.

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