Eventually you walk back to the door and go inside.  You are startled when you turn around and see Harry staring at you with that cheeky smile of his.  You stare at him, trying hard not to smile back.

“Hello,” he says.

“Ugh, Harry…” you say, walking past him to sit at the table.

“You’re cute,” he says.  “Sorry about what happened a few days ago, by the way.”

“Face it Harry, you’re not really sorry.”

Harry chuckles, knowing it’s true.  You suddenly realize that the bus is unusually quiet.  You look around frantically, but see no one.

“Um…Harry?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Where are the other boys?” you ask.

“They went to get some groceries before we get on the road again,” Harry explains.

You down at the table, wondering why in the world they would all leave you with Harry.  Something interrupts your thoughts.  You hear Zayn snoring in the bedroom, behind the curtain.

“Zayn’s still here, huh?”    

“Yeah, he figured he’d get some sleep…something about staying up tonight for something.”  Harry pauses.  “But since he’s asleep…”

Harry slowly stands up.

“Harry, no!” you yell.

Harry bursts out laughing and falls back onto the couch.

“You should have seen your face!” he giggles.

You roll your eyes.

“Ooh, is that a smile I see?” Harry asks, suddenly looking at you.

“What?  No, I’m not smiling!” you protest.

“I see dimples!” Harry argues.

Harry gets up and walks over to you.

“What do you want?” you ask, now noticing you’re smiling.

Harry pokes your belly. You let out a giggle as you slap his hand away.  He pokes you again.

“Stop it!” you chuckle, slapping his hand away again.

Now Harry starts tickling you with both hands.  You start laughing uncontrollably, unable to push his hands away.  Harry chuckles.

“Stop it!” you yell, finally being able to get free.

“Why?” Harry asks. “I like your laugh.”

Harry continues to tickle you on your belly and your sides.  You break out into a louder laugh.  Harry suddenly stops tickling you.

“Shh!” Harry whispers, putting a finger to his lips.  “Don’t wake Zayn, now!”

Out of breath, you gaze at him, smiling.  Harry goes to sit on the couch again and picks up his phone.  You watch him as he expressionlessly texts away.  You surprise yourself by wishing he was tickling you again.  Harry puts down his phone, lies back, and closes his eyes.  A second later they’re open, looking at you.

“Do you want to join me?” he asks.

You smile slightly but shake your head.  He smiles and closes his eyes again.  Soon you seem to be sitting all alone in that big bus when Harry begins snoring.  Twenty long minutes pass.  You are startled when the door bursts open.

“Oh, hi,” Niall says, coming in.

“Shh!” you say.  “Harry’s asleep.”

“Ah, okay.  I’m just gonna go in the back room and play my guitar a bit before the other boys come back,” Niall says.

He goes quietly into the back room.  A moment later you hear the soft strums of a guitar.  You smile and listen to it for a minute or so.  Suddenly you stand up and make your way to the back room.  You pass through the bedroom, being extra quiet not to wake Zayn, who was sprawled across his bunk.  You push aside the curtain that separates the bedroom and the back room, smiling at Niall.  He smiles back, then goes back to lightly playing his guitar.  You sit next to him and continue to listen for another minute.  Suddenly Niall stops.  He glances at you, but quickly looks away again.

“What is it, Niall?” you ask.

“Nothin’,” he says, continuing to strum.

It’s not long before Niall stops again to glance at you.  This time you say nothing as he hastily looks away again, because you know exactly what he’s thinking.  Without hesitation, you lean over and kiss him lightly on the cheek.  Then you move over to his lips, turning his head toward you, giving him a soft, brief kiss.  When you break apart to look at him, his eyes are wide open. 

“Niall…?  Is everything…okay?” you ask, wondering if maybe he didn’t like it.

Suddenly Niall jumps at you sending his guitar flying to the ground.  He gives you a swift, passionate kiss.

“Niall!” you say, smiling.

He smiles back as he gives you another one.  You smile and give him one more.  He gets up to pick his guitar off the ground, then sits back onto the couch and, leaning back, continues to play.  You sit up straight again, your hands in your lap, wondering how Niall can’t even smile slightly after what happened.  You stare at him, then he glances at you giving you a quick smile before you suddenly hear Zayn snort in the other room.

Later that night, after everyone else had gone to bed, Louis gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before saying goodnight.  Then he went to bed, leaving you the only one left out in the main room, checking your phone for texts.  You were fully focused in your phone you don’t even hear Zayn get up and pull aside the curtain.

“Hey,” he says. 

“Oh, Zayn, you scared me!”

“Sorry,” he says, chuckling a bit.

You shake your head and look back down at your phone.

“I was thinking…” Zayn says, coming toward you.

“Oh no,” you say, looking at him with a smile on your face.

A smile spreads across Zayn’s face as he gets even closer to you.  He takes your hand and looks into your eyes.  His other hand moves up your body to your cheek, where it rests as he leans closer.  You close your eyes in preparation for the thing you realize you so desperately want, but suddenly you push him away.

“Wait,” you say.

“What?” Zayn asks, surprised.

“It’s just…what if the other boys find out?” you say.

“They won’t,” Zayn assures you, leaning closer again.

“But what if they do and get mad at you?” you ask.

Zayn lets out a chuckle.

“They won’t hurt me,” he says.

But you’re not so sure.  He leans closer, finally letting his lips collide with yours.  The kiss is passionate from the start.  Zayn takes his other hand out of yours and moves it up to your other cheek.  He continues to kiss you, each kiss more passionate than the last.  Zayn pushes you to the couch, where he pulls you onto him, not letting your lips part.  He continues to kiss you, not caring to stop and look at you, the way Louis did, but you don’t seem to mind.  After several more passionate kisses, you suddenly lift yourself off of him.

“Zayn…we shouldn’t be doing this,” you say.

“Why not?” he asks.

“Because…”

“Are you still worried about the other boys?” he asks.

“No, not really, but…actually, yeah.  Zayn, I just don’t want them to find out.”

“They won’t!” he says, drawing you closer.

“No, Zayn, it’s not only that.”

Zayn looks at you.

“You like one of the other boys, don’t you?” Zayn guesses.

You stare back at him, not knowing what to say.

“It’s just that things are getting confusing around here,” you explain.

“Then let me clear things up…” Zayn says, pulling you close and kissing you gently.

You smile at him.  Then he continues to kiss you again.  Several minutes pass and you can’t seem to break away from Zayn’s warm body.  Slowly, Zayn starts to sit up, making sure not to let your lips part.  He stands up, and pulls you into the bedroom where he lies down on his bed where you instantly lay down on him and resume kissing.  As the minutes go slowly and peacefully by, you begin to get sleepy…and soon you can’t remember when you fall asleep.