A/N: Hey! LOOOONG chapter, but I just didn't know where to cut it off to make it shorter so it stayed long….ENJOY READING. PLS R&R!

Why does this boy have this effect on me?

Niall's POV

Once Jordan went to bed, everyone sat around silently. I can't stand silence.

"I'm hungry." I announced. They laughed and I made some cereal in the kitchen.

Paul came from the front of the bus. "We'll be in Hollywood in an hour. What's the deal with the girl? Is she feeling alright?"

"Yeah, she's just tired so she's sleeping on Harry's bed right now." Liam said. He also added in everything Jordan told the boys. Paul just nodded.

"Just don't let her get in the way of the band's work and friendship. Normally, I wouldn't let you pick up a girl and let her stay, but she's healing from a major injury and was out for 2 days so she has an excuse. Plus, she's nice and hopefully won't go blabbing anything to the press or to anyone else. Other than that, she's more than welcome to stay." Paul said. We were all happy with his answer, so we started to clean up for our stylists so in an hour they could spruce us up for our big interview.

Jordan's POV

I yawned and woke up. I tiredly sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I looked around and was confused by the unfamiliar surroundings. I was on an extremely small room that had a single's bed and the smallest closet that it should be classified as a wall with a largish indent.

Clothes were scattered around the room and an open bag of chips sat in the corner.

The humming of a motor is what made me realize where I was again. I groaned and dragged myself out of Harry's bed.

I walked to the living area and noticed that no one was there and the bus was unusually quiet. I checked the out the window and noticed that the bus was still moving and just went into a tunnel or a building, but not fast enough for me to see the sun. So it's daytime…where is everyone?

I noticed there was a note on the table with my name in big letters. I picked it up, flipped it over, and read.

Hey Love,

We left to do our interview and didn't want to wake you up. We'll be back around 3pm. Make yourself at home. Incase of emergency, our bus driver will be at the front of the bus in his cabin, but don't disturb him unless needed to be.

Hugs,

Louis

P.S. our interview's at 12pm on channel 8.

I checked the time and it was 11am. I sighed and looked at my clothes. They reeked of bed, and I've been in these clothes for the past 2-3 days. I did not think of this. Now I have one pair of clothes when I travel with One Direction, I'm going to look like a slob.

I searched around the bus for the bathroom again. I took a quick shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I had used the boys axe-smelling shampoo to wash my hair and clothes, so when I put on my newly washed clothes, I smelt like one of them.

When I walked back out into the living area. It was 11:30am, so I turned on the TV and flipped to channel 8 like Louis instructed, and got up to get myself some breakfast. I found a bagel, a toaster and some butter, so I made myself a bagel. I got orange juice from the fridge and poured myself a glass.

I looked around and took in everything, constantly reminding myself what I'm experiencing. I'm traveling with One Direction…I was saved by One Direction and Paul. I looked around to make sure I was alone then immediately started fangirling. I frantically whipped my hands around while jumping in circles as if I was on hot coals…good thing I was alone.

I finally regained my cool and sat down on the couch with my food and drink. I checked my phone.

3 missed calls, 15 missed texts. All from my best friend Talia. I listened to the calls and read the texts; they basically consisted of her asking where I am and how worried sick she was. I decided to call her immediately instead of waiting or texting her.

I called her number and she picked up on the first ring.

"Jordan?" She basically yelled.

"Hey Talia!" I said casually.

"Oh my god, thank goodness you're okay! I came by your house 2 days ago but no one was home! I started to get worried because I knew you'd be home alone but no one answered! I looked in the window and I saw up turned chairs and a knife on the floor, I started to freak out and I kept texting and calling but you never answered! If you didn't answer in the next 24 hours, I would've called the police! Where are you? Are you okay?" She rambled, finally taking a breath.

"Talia! I'm fine! Plus, if I told you where I was, you wouldn't believe me."

"Yes I will! Tell me before I explode! I'm just so relieved you're okay."

"Okay, well, prepare for excessive screaming!" I said, and I started from the very beginning of that night, feeling stronger than ever before about this topic.

You see, Talia is a hard core Directioner, so I had to give her the story slowly so she wouldn't faint or anything. I told her the whole story, and when I finished, she was speechless.

"Talia?" I asked concerned something happened. There was a pause, and then:

"YOU'RE TOURING WITH ONE DIRECTION? GOD! I'M GONNA KILL YOU, I'M SO JEALOUS!" She screamed. I had to pull the phone away from my ear, she was so loud.

I just laughed at her excitement. "Talia, I love you with all my heart, but please don't scream in my ear, it's a very important body part to me."

She just chuckled. I heard a muffled voice in the background and I heard her groan. "I have to go to a dentist appointment to see if I have to get braces. Call me later, especially when you move states!"

"I will!" I said, sad I had to finish talking with her. "Bye love!"

"Bye hun!" She called then hung up.

I put my phone down and took a bite of my bagel when I heard the TV say something particular.

"The most famous boy band in this generation, One Direction, was caught in the pouring rain outside their last performance arena in Palm Springs. They were seen what looked like holding an unconscious girl. Sources say they brought her on the tour bus with them and drove off." Said the lady on the TV screen. I started choking on my orange juice, and looked up at the screen screaming "What?" knowing full well she couldn't hear me. She continued. "But we have them here today and we'll get some answers from them. Don't go anywhere because One Direction's on next!"

I just sat there, staring while the last bit of orange juice dripped from my open mouth. I stayed like that until the commercials came to an end and the 5 boys came on the screen. They all looked nervous and uncomfortable; they obviously just saw the commercial too. I started to wish that I had one of their phone numbers to text or call them about this.

I cleaned up my OJ spill as I heard the boys get interviewed. It was a normal interview until the host got to the question.

"So, boys. Paparazzi found you guys in the pouring rain a few nights ago after your performance." Pictures of that night popped up in the background; they were blurry, but you could definitely make out a body in one of the 6 silhouettes arms. "There appears to be a dead body in one of your arms, would you like to explain?"

The boys shifted uncomfortably. I know that they know that if they tell the press the full truth, all dedicated fans would hurt themselves and pretend to die so the boys could do the same as they did to me. I was slightly shocked when I saw that Niall was the first to speak.

"Well, it's true, but the girl wasn't and still isn't dead." He lied vaguely.

"Now tell me Niall, does this mystery girl have a name?" The interviewer pressed.

"Erm, she does have a name, but it's not public, at least not yet." Niall said. I just wanted to kiss the boy, I was so thankful of his answer. I didn't want to be known as the girl who almost died for the boys attention, at least not until this topic dies down.

"What's going to happen to her?" The host asked. "She's got to go home after she's healed…right?"

"Most likely." Niall said and the topic instantly dropped.

The interview continued on without another mention of that night or me. Soon, the interview ended and a commercial for MOTTS came on.

I turned to TV off and cleaned up my breakfast. I sat down and pulled out my phone but I didn't have time to anything because the boys came on the bus. Liam came on first and sat beside me. I looked up and smiled.

"Hey!" I said.

"Hey." He replied.

By this time, all the boys had come on the bus and Harry came and sat next to me. He was sitting uncomfortably close, but I didn't say anything because I didn't want to offend him in anyway.

"Did you see our interview?" Louis asked. I nodded. "You're all over the press." He added. I nodded again.

"Louis! Once again, not helping!" Liam exclaimed.

I just chuckled. "It's alright Liam."

"Well Jordan, we need to know how long you're staying. I mean, you're almost fully healed and your dad will want you home at some point." Liam said. I instantly became interested in my phone in my hands. "I don't mean that we don't like you, we'd love you to stay!" Liam said, thinking I was upset about what he said.

I looked up at Niall and saw he understood what I was thinking. He nodded encouragingly and I took a deep breath. I looked up and started my terrible back-story. I started to tear up, but I promised myself not to break down in front of all 5 boys, so I didn't, but it was hard. I just swallowed my emotions and finished the story. "I don't want people to think I'm using you for fame or anything, but please, don't let me go back!" I begged.

Liam's big brown eyes were sad and pulled me into a comforting hug. I let my head fall on his shoulder.

Everyone was silent.

"Jordan," I looked up at Louis who broke the silence. "Stay with us." My face let a sad grin settle.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"So you'll stay?" Harry asked.

"As long as it's alright with you guys." I said and the boys erupted in cheers.

"Then," Zayn said. "You'll be please to know what you're doing with us tomorrow! You're coming with us to the Harry Potter movie premiere!"

I sat shocked. "Guys, I'd love to come! But, I don't have anything to wear. This is all I have!" I said gesturing to my clothes.

The boys shared knowing smiles and looked back at me with creepy grins.

"That can be arranged…" Louis said creepily.

"SHOPPING SPREE!" The guys yelled in union in high-pitched girly screams. My face lit up then fell again.

"Kenneth!" Harry called to the bus driver. "Please take us to the nearest mall!"

"But guys!" I exclaimed. "I-I have no money on me!"

"Who said you were going to pay in the first place?" Zayn asked.

"No." I stated. "You guys are NOT paying for me!" I said.

"I don't think you have a choice." Liam said seriously.

"I could refuse to go." I said stubbornly and sat down while crossing my arms and legs.

"We're here!" I heard the bus driver call.

Niall shrugged. "Well, I guess you leave us no choice." I stared at him with confusion as he walked towards me. I realized what he was doing once I was slung over his shoulder.

"Wha- put me down!" I protested, hitting Niall's back playfully.

"Not until you get new clothes! You smell like Harry." Niall retaliated.

We got weird glances and some shocked when they realized whom the boys were as they ran down the mall.

Niall ran with me over his shoulder and put me down in front of a store. I looked up at the store's name and the glowing sign said "Hollister".

"Guys!" I whined. "Hollister is, like, the most expensive teenager store!"

"Don't you like Hollister clothing?"

"Well, of course, but-" I started.

"Then we're at the right place!" Louis explained grabbing my hand and pulling me in the store, the other boys following behind us.

The boys forced me to shop, and once I saw a cute top, I couldn't stop! Yeah, I have a problem…

I ended up getting 1 sweatshirt, 2 tops, 2 pairs of jeans, and one pair of shorts when we walked out of Hollister.

"See? That wasn't so bad!" Liam mocked.

"I'm still paying you back when I can." I mumbled.

The boys ignored the comment with a roll of their eyes.

"Aw damn it!" Louis muttered. I looked up and saw paparazzi and fans rushing over. "Alright, who tweeted we were here?...Liam?"

"It wasn't me this time, I swear!" Liam said his hands up in the air innocently.

"Come on!" Zayn said grabbing my elbow as the 6 of us ran the other way into Macy's. As we ran through the store, we grabbed random clothing and booked it the changing rooms. We came out and I could barely recognize the boys myself. I laughed at Louis who wore a flower patterned dress, high heels (That he kept stumbling on), and a floral scarf around his head with giant aviator glasses.

We walked out and acted casual (except for Louis who was checking out the bra section) and the fans and paparazzi ran right passed us like they did in the movies…idiots.

We checked if the coast was clear, ripped our disguises off and ran to the other side of the mall.

I sat down on a bench and just burst out laughing. The boys stared at me curiously, so I said,

"That was…interesting. You have quite exhilarating lives. First interrogating interviews, then crazy fans and paparazzi, next the red carpet!"

"Speaking of the red carpet, we still need to find you a dress!" Zayn exclaimed, his fashion savvy side showing. He took my hand and quickly led me to a fancy looking store, looking both ways to make sure no paparazzi or fans were following.

I grabbed a bunch of random dresses and tried them on, but I didn't let the guys see just incase the dress was "the one".

Finally, I found the dress. It was a blood red, floor length, and strapless. Every time I moved, the small jewels and sparkles shimmered in the light from my hips down. The dress ruffled slightly from my hips to the floor to make it look more like an "A" shape. I swished wherever I walked.

I knew this was the dress for me. I quickly changed into my original clothes and hid the dress in a cover.

"I found it!" I sang as I walked out of the cubical. The 5 boys came rushing in from the waiting room, eager to see me in my chosen dress. I got 5 pairs of disappointed eyes as they rolled at my stubbornness.

"That was mean!" Harry pouted.

"Aw!" I said in mock sympathy. "Suck it up until tomorrow night!" I said and walked past them towards the cashier. Niall followed me and paid for the dress that the cashier strategically kept hidden. I whispered a thank-you to her and walked with the boys back to the bus.

There had to be at least 20 girls surrounding the tour bus. They noticed us and ran towards the boys. Niall took my hand and under any other circumstance, I would've blushed and feel embarrassed but I felt grateful for the comfort and reassurance.

The screaming girls instantly swarmed us. The guys genuinely took photos with them and signed autographs. I was going to silently slip on the tour bus without being seen when one girl asked whom I was.

"A permanent friend." Harry said smiling at me. I smiled back and the fans started to leave once we got on the bus.

I put the clothing on a tiny bunk bed in the wall and sat on the couch in the living area.

"I'm hungry." Niall said. They boys just rolled their eyes. I'm guessing this was a usual complaint.

"I'm tired." Harry whined.

"Then how about I make some dinner for us while you guys just relax." I said. They opened their mouths to protest but I interrupted them. "Hey, it's the least I can do after you guys just basically bought me a new wardrobe!" They knew I wouldn't back down from this one so they shut up. Smart choice.

"As long as you don't burn anything!" Louis called to me as he pulled out his iPhone and logged on to Twitter.

I chuckled. "I'll try Lou." I said as I pulled out a frying pan, chicken and spices from the fridge and cabinet.

10 minutes later we were all pigging out to my chicken stir-fry. It was all gone under the power of Niall's and my stomachs and mouths.

I ate the last bite and sat back, seeing 5 shocked and amazed faces staring back at me. I swallowed and asked, "What?"

"Never have I ever seen someone eat as much or as fast as Niall! And you're not fat!" Liam said.

I rolled my eyes at his last comment not wanting to get on that topic. "Well, I guess he's got some competition." I said, winking at him, causing him to blush. I cleaned the dishes while the boys got changed in their pjs. I heard soft footsteps behind me.

"Hey, do you want to watch a movie tonight?" I asked while turning around to face the person behind me. My eyebrows rose questioningly at the half-naked Harry in front of me. "Uh, Harry? What happened to your shirt?...and your pants?" I asked Harry who was only in his boxers. I couldn't help but have my eyes flicker to his abs.

God Jordan! I scolded myself. Now he thinks you're a pervert.

Harry just chuckled. "I never sleep with them on."

"You're lucky he's wearing boxers." Louis said, appearing to my left.

Harry shrugged. "It's a habit."

I rolled my eyes then realized I forgot to buy pjs for the night. Louis knew exactly what I was thinking then said, "If you want, you can borrow some of our clothes."

I blushed but nodded appreciably. Louis left and quickly came back with grey sweats and an oversized tee. I graciously took them then left to get changed. I came back to find the 5 guys lounging and Niall munching on chips.

"Hey, are you wearing my sweats?" Niall asked.

"And my tee?" Liam asked. I blushed deeply (they seemed to make me do that a lot) and glared at Louis. He just smiled innocently.

"Well, someone told me," I said looking straight at Louis. "that I could borrow some for tonight, sorry. I'll go change out of them." I started to leave but Niall's voice stopped me.

"No, no! You look good in them!" There. He did it again. He brought redness to my cheeks. Why does this boy have this effect on me?