Niall Horan is my boyfriend.

What are we?

"How the fuck could you do that to me?!?" Niall was screaming.

"Niall I'm sorry! It was spur of the moment!" Harry answered.

"I still love her!" Niall shouted.

I don't know why they had to take it outside. Everyone in the bus could hear them anyway.

"Should someone go stop them?" Zayn asked, looking at Liam for an answer.

"I don't think anyone can." Liam answered. My face was buried in a pillow, slowly soaking it in my tears. Lou was rubbing my back and trying to calm me down. I needed to stop them.

"Fuck you lad! I thought we were buds!" Niall screamed.

"We are buds, listen, I'm sorry!"

"You know I'm in love with her!" Niall yelled.

Fuck it, I have to go stop them. I got up and climbed over Liam's legs towards the door.

"Erin I don't think you want to do that.." Zayn started but I was already half out the door.

I stood in the doorway, the only light shining on me was the moon. Niall and Harry were across from eachother, about 3 feet away from eachother. Niall was breaking a sweat and Harry was fumbling with his hands.

"Erin, go." Harry began.

"No. You two need to stop. I'm not worth this fighting.."

"Yes you are." Niall cut me off. "Babygirl, I'm so sorry. Just let me expla-"

"No. Niall, you cheat, you cheat. Sorry won't fix it. We are done."

"Let me explain!" he cried.

"No. Besides, I'm kinda into someone else..." I wimpered, glancing at Harry. There was a moment of silence before Niall said something.

"I hope you two are fucking happy together. Bye cunt." he said to me as he walked past me, slamming into my shoulder.

"Erin," Harry said, rushing to my side after Niall was back inside. I opened my mouth to answer but I was speechless. "Don't say anything." he said, opening the door for me and leading me into the huge tour bus. I saw Niall whip the curtain shut in his bunk. I sat at the table next to Zayn. Harry slid in next to me. I pulled out my iPhone, trying to distract myself. I was pissed.

3,947 tweets. Fuck. I quickly scrolled down them. Most of them said slut, whore, bitch, skank. The typical 7th grade names that make people "popular." Then I saw one tweet that stood out.

Harry Styles - Great walk in the park with a great girl.

I looked over at Harry and tilted my phone towards him so he could see the tweet.

"That's you." he whispered into my ear.

"I know." I whispered back. His hand shakily found mine under the table. I wrapped my fingers between his, attempting to get him to stop shaking. I quickly realized that I was shaking more than him.

"Well, I'm hitting the sack. G'nite lads, lady." Liam said, getting up. Zayn followed.

"Erin, do you want my bunk? I can sleep on the couch." Zayn offered.

"No, I'll be fine." I answered.

"You sure? It's no problem."

"I'm sure. Go get your beauty sleep." I laughed. He smiled and ran his fingers through his hair.

Lou pat Harry on the back and went to bed.

"I guess I should go too..." Harry said, smiling at me.