Harry painfully ripped his cold, icy gaze off of Liam and I, and I ducked back my face behind Liam's body.

A few seconds passed before I peered over at the couple sitting across the aisle, watching the curly haired boy that was once mine, cringe sadly at the sight of us. His face was tense and his forehead wrinkled but once he turned his head so it faced forward, his expression softened into a sad gaze as he lowered his head at the blonde that was leaning on his chest, who was telling a story he could care less about.

You have Taylor now. I sighed mentally as I rolled my eyes, annoyed that he couldn't just leave me alone. I could do a lot better without all the looks and whatnot.

I slowly buried my face into Liam's chest, shutting out the world.

Since I was sitting in the window seat, if I wanted to look over at "Haylor", I had to stretch or move my face to peer over Liam's chest. And to be honest, I didn't want to even think about them being together. The thought just made me feel worse than I already was. So it was better that my vision was being blocked.

"Are you okay?" Liam asked, a worried furrow in his brow.

I fake, yet another smile and nodded.

"I'm great, just a little nervous for the tour, ya know? I'm sure I'll feel better after the first show." I lied.

Liam didn't totally buy it, as his eyes lingered on my face, studying it. He didn't buy me being nervous for tour, or me getting better any time soon. He soon shrugged it off, not wanting it to get awkward "We'll talk more after the plane ride" He told me, before he leaned his head back against the chair, closing his eyes.

He was exhausted. You could hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes.

Travelling does wear you out, especially if you have to make sure 4 certain boys and one particular girl don't run off and explode something, all while making you're sure everything goes smoothly with the flight and all. 

Plus, he was trying to help me get over Harry, which was a whole new job that was maybe harder than handling the four boys and that one girl.

He took a large sigh before shuffling a bit and then remaining still for several moments.

Liam was soon asleep, his quiet little snores escaped his lips with a hum, and I laid there, my head leaning on Liam's chest as it rose slowly and fell slowly.

I sat there, thinking about the tangled mess my life has become since the guys came into it.

If I never met Louis at Starbucks, I would probably be in university or, if university didn't work out, working.

Not heartbroken and on tour with the biggest boy band in the world and Taylor Swift, the girl who happens to have the key to the heart of the boy that has mine. 

My life would be somewhat normal, and less of a head, and heart, ache.

I would either be studying to become something like a teacher or someone that could brighten up someone else's day just by smiling. Or maybe even working some shit job at a supermarket or at a  mall and pretending that I didn't have this burning passion to be prancing around on stage, while singing my heart, making thousands of people scream my name and lyrics back to me.

Most of all, I wouldn't feel the way I'm feeling now.

I would be happy, or at least, happier than I am now.

I know that I should be happy that I get to go on tour and perform... But did it have to be with the people that I was with?

It was like... Every time I go on stage, the reset button of "You Lost Him Again" pounds in my head. Especially since his new girl was on tour with us. It was like hitting the reset button with a huge hammer.

I had dabbled in song writing, as it relaxed me in ways nothing else did, but I never took the time to sit down and write a whole song, since I never had the time, high school or no high school.

After graduating, I was always out, either job hunting, picking a university to go to, or spending time with my mom and dad, the last ended up happening a lot.

Job hunting wa s alot of work, and picking a university.. It was like a in and out sort of thing. I wanted to go, but I didn't want to go.I kept backing in and out.

Then I met the boys and well, I got tangled in this whole web of problems, emotions, and drama.

"Excuse miss?" A voice rang up.

I shuffled, peeking from behind Liam to see a very tall, pretty blonde flight attendant towering over us. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek bun and her bright lipstick stood out against her fair, clear skin. Her eyes were a bright royal blue and were even more bold against the black, long eyelashes that lined them. Her uniform was pretty tight... Which made me a little selfconsious. Her waist was slender but curved and her legs were long, they poked out from the pencil skirt and led to a pair of sky-high black heels.

She looked like a model...

Why didn't I look like her...?

I snapped myself out of my jealousy daze and blinked "Um what?"

The flight attendant smiled a pearly white smile and said "Would you like a refreshment?"

I slowly nodded before saying "What is there?"

The flight attendant smiled and said "We have a lot, I would be here for hours if I were to name them all"

I let out a weak laugh and smiled back "Um, can I have a banana strawberry smoothie?"

She smiled and nodded "Coming right up, Gorgeous"

She is calling me gorgeous? Pfft. She must be laughing on the inside.

She came back and handed me my drink, along with a napkin.

The pink, frothy, thick smoothie was sitting in a tall glass with a long white straw peeking out the top. She smiled and walked off to Taylor and Harry and started talking to them.

I sighed, resting my head back and staring at the ceiling of the lavished plane.

"Hahahahahaahhaa! Oh Harry! You're so funny!" Taylor shouted, causing me to snap my head over to the other side of the plane.

She grabbed Harry by the sides of his face and brought his lips to hers as she kissed him with passion, her lips forming a smile into the kiss and her red lipstick sticking to Harry's natural pink lips. Their bodies were positioned in a way so that I could see the side view of them. He moved his large hand to the back of her neck and pulled her closer, turning his back to me so that they were somewhat hidden away. 

I felt myself wanting to throw up at the sight. Not because I had anything against Taylor, but because the boy she was kissing was him.

And he was kissing her back with the same amount of love that she portrayed towards him.

"I love you" She whispered.

"I love you too" The raspy voice sang back.

I threw down my drink onto the tray before moving around a sleeping Liam, kicking his accidentally, making his jolt up with a "Whats wrong!". I ignored him, not even apologising for waking him, and ran to the bathroom in the back, locking myself inside.

It was a large airplane bathroom. About 7 by 5 feet. A red carpeted floor and cream coloured walls. The toilet was dark, which crept me out a bit. I closed the lid and sat down, my face in my palms.

I felt the wash of pain run through my body, which made me feel hot and clammy. 

I am so stupid for getting attached to him.

I'm stupid for falling in love with him.

I am stupid for falling in love.

"Lily?" A certain Irish tone rang through the door.

I didnt bother to reply. Not like a word would leave my lips anyways.

"Lily, are you okay?" Liam's voice spoke, worry in his tone.

"Come out! Please!" Louis banged on the door in desperation.

I can't believe this. I never thought my life would be this.

 I'm sitting in the locked bathroom of a private jet, on my way to Australia, with the biggest boyband ever and Taylor Swift, crying because my ex boyfriend is in love with Taylor because of this tour.

Why me?

Sigh. I don't want to come out.

It'll be beyond shameful.

I mean, he's moved on, why can't I?