The next morning, you woke up to the smell of something delicious.  You hopped out of you bunk and went to see what it was.  There stood Harry in front of the stove, cooking bacon and eggs.

“Good morning!” he says.  “I hope you’re hungry!  You might want to take some now before Niall wakes up.” Harry said, chuckling. 

Harry dishes up some food for you and sets it on the table. 

“Thanks,” you say, sitting down.

“I smell food!” Niall yells, coming out of the bedroom.

Harry quickly dishes a heaping plate for him.  Niall takes it eagerly and takes it to the table where he sits down across from you.  You smile at him.  He gives you a slight smile but then focuses on his food when he hears Liam coming out of the bedroom.  He lets out a big yawn.

“Good morning, guys…” he says sleepily.  “Ooh!  Harry made bacon and eggs!”

Liam grabs a plate Harry already dished up and sits next to you. 

“Good morning,” he says again to you.

You smile as Liam smiles.  You’re still smiling when you notice Niall staring at you out of the corner of your eye, still hunched over his plate.  You look at him and he instantly goes back to his food.  Zayn comes trudging out of the bedroom, his hair messed up and hair still on his face.  He slumps onto the couch next to the table and stares at the floor.  You think something might be the matter, but since none of the other boys notice his behavior, you wonder if this is his normal morning behavior.

“Zayn, do you want some breakfast?” Harry asks, holding out a plate to him.

Without even looking at the plate he grunts.  Harry sets the plate on the couch beside him and starts making another batch of eggs since he knows Niall will want more.  You look at Zayn staring blankly at the floor and knows something has to be wrong.  Zayn suddenly looks at you with the same expression.  You quickly look down at your food.  You try to ignore him staring at you for several more seconds before looking back at the floor.

All of a sudden Liam gets up out of his seat.  You are surprised to see his plate empty.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna go out for a while.  Maybe do some shopping,” Liam says.

“Okay,” Harry says.

“Good-bye Liam!” Louis says, coming out of the bedroom, yawning.

“Bye, Louis,” Liam chuckles, exiting the bus and closing the door behind him.

A few minutes later, after breakfast, you decide to play video games with Louis, Harry, and Niall. 

“You wanna play, Zayn?” you ask him, since he wanted to play the night before.

He says nothing for a while.   Just when you were about to give up and head to the back room to join the other boys when Zayn finally said something.

“No, I’m going to take a nap,” he says, lying down on the couch.

“Oh, okay…” you say.

After Louis kills you in the video game you decide to slip away while the boys play to check on Zayn.  He’s sound asleep as you expected.  You approach him, looking at his peaceful face.  You get closer to him then crouch down next to him.  Suddenly you get this crazy idea.  You lean over him and start to focus on his lips, getting even closer.  You close you eyes. 

Suddenly the door opened.  You stand up as fast as you can and stand back, away from Zayn.

“Hi (Your Name), could you come out here?” Liam says, peeking in. 

Then he disappears.

You walk to the door and open it.  There, a few yards from the door, stood Liam in a suit and tie, holding a red rose.  Your eyes grow wide.

“Will you go on a date with me?” he asks, holding out the rose.

“Oh, Liam!” you gasp. 

You run to him and hug him around his neck.

“Of course I’ll go on a date with you!” you say, taking the rose.

You hear Liam sigh. 

“Thank goodness,” he says. “I thought you might say no.”

“Is that why you’re wearing the suit?” you ask.

“Well, yes, and because I thought that would be a better way to ask you.  Such a big moment deserves to be dressed appropriately for.”

You giggle.

“I guess I’ll go make reservations?” he asks.

“Sure,” you say.  “But not somewhere too fancy.”

“Why not?” he asks, surprised.

“I don’t want you to be spending too much over me,” you say.

“Oh…I see.”          

  “(Your Name)?” a voice calls you from the bus.

When Niall shows up in the buses’ doorway, you hide the rose behind your back.

“There you are!  I was just…” his voice trailed off when he saw Liam. “Hi Liam, you’re back.”

“Hi Niall,” Liam says happily.  Then he whispered to you, “I’ll go make those reservations now.”

Liam took out his phone, dialed a number, and went behind the bus.  Niall watched him closely as he went. 

“Hi Niall,” you say. “Did you need something?” 

“Uh, yeah, I needed to tell you something,” he says.

“Okay, what did you need to tell me?”

Niall stepped out of the bus and walks up to you.  “I needed to tell you that … I … I mean … you…”

“There’s that special girl!” Louis says, appearing behind Niall.  “So how do you like your new clothes?”

“I love them!  They’re really comfortable, too!”

“Ah, I’m so glad!” Louis says, going in front of Niall to face you.

“We can go shopping again at the next town we stop at if you want.  There’s sometimes different kinds of clothes in different areas,” Louis explains. 

“Oh, really?” you ask, interested, as Louis predicted you would be.

“Hey, beautiful,” Harry interrupts, popping up beside you.

“Hi Harry,” you say, smiling.

Louis notices.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, Harry!  I was right in the middle of talking to her!”

You hear Niall grumbling behind Louis with his arms crossed.  Harry suddenly gets really close to you.

“You wanna hang out later…?” He mumbles to you, but Louis and Niall hear perfectly.

You giggle as he lightly breaths down your neck.  Just then Liam comes out from behind the bus.  Harry steps back a little.

“Hey guys!” he says, still happy.

You’re smiling at them all when something catches your eye.  You glance at the buses’ window and sees Zayn peering out of it, staring right at you.  He quickly put himself out of sight.  By this time the other boys had begun chatting about their concert the next day.

“I’ll be back…” you say, but they don’t seem to hear you.

You make your way to the bus and quietly open the door.

“Zayn?” you say when you get inside.

You find him slumped on the couch again, staring at the floor.

“Zayn, what’s wrong?  Just tell me,” you say.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he says, not taking his eyes off the floor.

“Something’s wrong,” you say, sitting by him.

Zayn is quiet for a long time, but you stay patent, and then your patience pays off.

“It’s the other boys.  They’re…striking too much,” he says.

“Striking?” you ask.

“Yeah,” is the last thing Zayn says before the rest of the boys come piling in, filling up the table and the rest of the couch. 

For the rest of the afternoon you all chat happily altogether—even Zayn chimed in from time to time, laughing gaily.