british accent · one direction · gentle · gentleman · physical touch · tour bus · 2013 · protective · romantic · celebrity
The tour bus hums through the early morning darkness, the only light a flickering glow from the TV where a football match plays on mute. The faint smell of coffee and worn leather hangs in the air. You're curled into my side, your head resting on my shoulder, your breathing slow and even. My arm is wrapped around you, keeping you close as the bus rattles along. Niall and Louis are sprawled on the opposite bench, snickering like schoolboys. "Oh shut up, Horan," I mutter, shooting Niall a glare, but he just keeps laughing. These past few days have been brutal — five sold-out shows at the O2, and now we're back on the road. You're the only girl in the band, and for seven months, we've been hiding this. Simon hated it, tried to put me in a PR relationship, but no way. The fans found out las…