The next morning you wake up to absolute silence in the bus.  You hear Zayn’s snoring like every morning.  You slowly get out of bed, being careful not to step on Zayn in the bunk below yours.  You walk out into the kitchen where Harry is busy making pancakes.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says.

“Good morning, Harry,” you manage to give him a smile. 

You see Niall at the table, frantically eating his pancakes as if someone is about to take them away any second.  You walk over to him and sit across from him.  Only then do you notice Louis in the corner on the floor between the couch and the wall.  He’s sitting there with an expressionless face, staring at the floor.  His hair is in a jumbled-up mess, there are bags under his eyes and his scruff is clearly visible on his face and neck. 

“Louis…?” you say.

Louis doesn’t look at you.  He doesn’t even move.  It didn't seem like he heard you at all.  You get up and walk over to Harry.

“What’s wrong with Louis?” you whisper in his ear.

“He gets that way when girls break up with him.  Don’t worry about it, he’ll be better by tomorrow,” Harry whispers back.

You turn around and see Niall staring at you.  You smile, but he doesn’t smile back.  Liam comes out of the bedroom, yawning.  His eyes meet yours and he immediately looks away.  Liam walks over to Harry and angrily snatches the plate of pancakes Harry is offering.  He sits on the couch far away from Niall as he eats. 

Minutes later, Zayn comes out, looking similar to Louis.  He slumps onto the opposite end of the couch.  Harry lays his pancakes on his lap but Zayn doesn’t even touch them for several minutes before suddenly wolfing them down.

As soon as Liam finishes his pancakes a second later, he stands up.

“I’m going out for a while,” he says gruffly.

“Don’t let the door hit you on your way out…” Louis warns groggily.

Liam ignores him as he exits the bus, slamming the door behind him.  You see Niall hastily make quick glances at everyone on the bus.

“Uh…I’m going to go out, too…” he says, grabbing his guitar and running out the door.

You know Niall thinks of Liam as his bodyguard from the other boys…at least right now he does.  Soon Zayn gets up and sighs.

“I’m…going outside,” he says.

He gets up and gets out, leaving only you, Louis, and Harry still in the bus.

“I’m…I’m gonna…I’m probably gonna…I mean I…I think I need some fresh air…” Louis mumbles.

He slowly stands up, heavily using the couch and the wall for support.  He wanders toward the door, almost running into Harry.  He fumbles with the door handle for a second before finally getting it open and practically falling outside.  The door closes with a thud.  Now all you can hear is the soft hum of the stove and the pancakes frying on the pan.

“It’s just you and me now, huh?” Harry says happily, turning off the oven now that Niall is gone.

“Yeah…” you sigh.                          

Harry walks over to the couch and sits down on it. 

“It was pretty…fun…last night wasn’t it?” Harry asks.

“It was awful!” you say.

Harry laughs.

“I know…” Harry says.

“Harry, I don’t know what to do!” you say, burying your face in your arms on the table.

Suddenly you feel Harry’s warm hand on your back.

“I’m here for you,” Harry says.

You stare into his eyes.

“I was wrong about you, Harry,” you admit.

“What do you mean?” he asks, sitting down next to you.

“I thought you were a disgusting, perverted slob,” you say.

“I am a slob,” Harry says, chuckling.

You look at him and give him a smile.

“But now…” you continue.

“But now what?”

“But now I realize you’re really…nice,” you say.

Harry gives you a sly smile.

“Does that mean…you wouldn’t mind if I did this…?” Harry says.

Harry leans toward you as he caresses the back of your head.  You close your eyes and lean toward him too.  The moment your lips touch, it’s like electricity shooting through your body.  You expect Harry to pull away again, but you don’t let him.  You run your fingers through his loose curls as he continues to kiss you over and over.  Suddenly, without a warning, you lunge at Harry, knocking him off the couch and tackling him to the ground, falling onto him.  You look into Harry’s surprised eyes.

“Wow,” he says, “you’re pretty strong…”

You giggle and let your lips fall on his.  Harry lays his hands on your back, kissing you passionately.  Suddenly you both get the same idea and stand up at the same time.  Harry rams you onto the wall where he continues to kiss you.  You grasp his shirt’s collar with one hand and his curls in another, forcing his body to stay glued to yours.  Harry manages to pull his head away to smile at you.

“Harry…” you whisper.

“You want more?” he asks.

You nod, but Harry has already continued to kiss you again.  You jump when Harry grabs your bum, but you let him as you entangle your fingers in his hair.  Suddenly Harry lifts you up.  He stands up and pulls you up with him.  He pushes you gently against the wall and continues to kiss you. 

You kiss for several more minutes, enjoying every bit of it.  Suddenly the door swings open.  You both jump.  Harry whirls around to face the door and you look around him.  There stands Zayn, wide eyed, staring.

“HARRY!!!” Zayn yells at the top of his lungs.

You quickly bring your hands over your ears.  This is the loudest you’ve ever heard Zayn!  Harry just stands there, speechless.  You see Zayn’s hands form into fists as he lunges at Harry.  You scream and jump out of the way just as Zayn rams Harry against the same wall.  Zayn growls like a dog and punches him.  Harry quickly shakes it off and grabs Zayn’s shoulders in an attempt to push him away.  He’s too strong, and just pushes Harry onto the couch.  Zayn smacks him along the face.  You’re sitting helpless on the floor next to the stove, too afraid to move as Harry tries to escape.  Harry dives onto the floor and begins crawling away, but Zayn tackles him to the ground.  He bends his arm backwards across his back and holds his head to the floor.

“Zayn, stop!” you yell, but Zayn pays no attention. 

The door opens again, and this time it’s Louis.

“Is everything okay in here?” he asks, obviously hearing your yell.

Louis gasps.

“Harry!” Louis yells.

He rushes over to Zayn and pushes him off, causing Zayn’s head to hit the counter next to you.  He falls to the floor completely dazed.

“Harry, are you okay?” Louis asks.

Harry nods.

“Wait a minute…why was Zayn attacking you…?” Louis asks.

Louis looks at you sitting helpless on the floor next to unconscious Zayn.

“I bet you were kissing her!” Louis shouts.

Harry tries to keep a straight face.  A smile slowly begins creeping across his face.

“I knew it!” Louis says, lunging at him.

They grasp each other’s shoulders and try to ram the other against the walls of the bus.  Neither can hold the other back with one hand and punch with the other, so they simply wrestle standing up.  Again the tour bus door opens and Niall’s head pokes in.  He sees Louis and Harry fighting, Zayn lying slumped on the ground, and you in the corner with tears in your eyes.  He slowly gets into the bus.

“Guys, come on!  No fighting!” he says over Louis’ and Harry’s grunting.

You look at Zayn’s unconscious face and lay your hand on his cheek.  You touch his head with your other hand and feel a massive bump.

“Zayn…wake up!” you sob.

Suddenly Zayn groans.

“Zayn!” you yell.

Zayn groans again.

“Ughhh…what happened…?” he asks, slowly getting up on his hands and knees.

“Louis made you hit your head,” you tell him.

Zayn whirls around to see Louis and Harry still wrestling and remembers what’s going on.  Zayn jumps up and grabs Louis.  Zayn punches him, sending him flying onto the couch.  Harry gasps.

“Zayn!” Louis yells angrily.  

Louis gets up and begins walking slowly toward Zayn.  Harry stands close nearby, waiting for an opportunity.

“Guys, you don’t have to do this,” Niall says, walking up to them.

“Niall…get out,” Zayn says, not taking his eyes off Louis.

“No!  You don’t need to fight!” Niall yells.

Suddenly Louis swings a fist at Zayn.  He ducks, and—SMACK!  Niall found himself on the floor.

“Niall!” you yell.

“Niall!”

You look to see who said that and see Liam in the doorway. 

“Louis, Zayn!  Harry?  What’s going on?!”  Liam yells, but nobody listens.  “Louis, you punched Niall!”

Liam rushed over to the fighting trio and joined them by giving Louis a good punch.  Soon they’re all fighting each other frantically, not caring who they hit anymore.  Fists are flailing left and right, hitting random parts of someone’s body.  You watch helplessly as the boys get smacked over and over again.  You look at Niall leaning against the bench to the table.  He hasn’t moved since he fell. 

“Stop!” you yell.  “Stop, please!  Just stop hurting each other!”

Suddenly all of this just becomes too much for you.

“STOP!” you yell at the top of your lungs.

The boys freeze.  Liam is clutching Harry’s collar with his fist drawn back, Louis has Zayn’s arm firmly in his grip, and Zayn was just about to punch Liam.

“I THOUGHT I MIGHT HAVE FUN WITH YOU GUYS!  THAT’S THE WHOLE REASON I DIDN’T GET OFF AT THE FIRST STOP!  I THOUGHT YOU GUYS WERE NICE AND I WOULD HAVE A FUN TIME STAYING WITH YOU!  I THOUGHT I WOULD ENJOY IT!” you shout.

Absolute silence.

“This just isn’t enjoyable anymore, so I’m leaving!  If you guys think you can do better and actually treat each other like you did when I first came, then try to stop me!” you tell them.

You snatch your sweatshirt off the couch and your phone off the counter.  Then you rush out of the bus, slamming the door behind you.  You walk across the parking lot, climb the fence, and begin walking down the sidewalk.  You frantically scan the street for the nearest bus stop.