Flashes of Light

Eva's POV

The boys were growing on me, fast. Like mold on cheese- Harry's expression, not mine. The whole 'bus' situation wasn't as bad either. Zayn's "little surprise" ended up being Perry. She's going to be on the tour bus for a week, which isn't long, but I guess when your engaged you need to make things work.

I pulled on a sports bra and an old hockey camp t-shirt. I was pretty much the sorta dumb jock of my school-mostly 'A-'s and 'B's. Although I had been on the bus for 3 days already, today was my first session with Niall. The boys had a show in the O2 Arena tomorrow, so we were staying at a hotel. Grabbing a sweatshirt to protect myself from the cold rain, I hopped on the elevator and rode down to the lobby where Niall was waiting in a hoodie, probably trying not to get recognized. He greeted me with a wave and started to follow the signs to the hotel gym.

"Where are you going?" I called after him.
"I thought we had a run on our schedule?" He seemed confused, and I was confused, until the light dawned on me. He thought we were going to use a treadmill.
"Yeah. A run goes on outside, Horan. We will be outside." I watched as he processed the information.
"But it's pouring out there! Haven't you noticed yet?"
"Oh c'mon. You're not the wicked witch, you'll live." I started towards the revolving door, leaving a dumbfounded popstar in my wake. He snapped back to reality and jogged towards me.

I stepped out from underneath the awning to be pelted with fat, cold droplets. Fuck. I stretched a little, then started off at a slow pace. Niall followed behind.
"Okay…I thought you were in much shittier shape then you are." I admitted.
"Thanks? I'm not really sure if that's a complement, but I think it is?" I rolled my eyes at the soaked boy who was trotting along just a step behind me. All of a sudden, I heard the click of a camera. "Fuck. The paps. They're relentless." Niall sighed. Sure enough, multiple people in plastic ponchos holding expensive looking equipment showed up from nowhere. They were being held back by Paul and the security, I had obviously known that Niall would need to be watched, but it didn't stop the annoying paparazzi from shouting questions.

Niall sent me me a look of sympathy, but I ignored it. I heard the voices die down, but then one shot out across the road clear as day.

"Have fun exercising with your new girlfriend, Niall!!"

I made eye contact with my "new boyfriend" and groaned.



What what the fuck had I gotten myself into?

Notes

This is what I like to call short shit.






Thanks for nothing guys!!!!!! Sorry to be so sour but I've gotten nothing and really want to delete.