Chapter 11

I dug through my pile of bags, searching for my makeup bag that contained my medication, but I couldn’t find it anywhere.

I walked out of the bathroom to my room where Zayn was laying on the bed, scrolling through something on his phone.

"Hey, have you seen my makeup bag?"

"No, sorry, I’ll go look to see if they accidentally put it in one of our rooms." he stated, slipping off the bed and disappearing down the hall. I started shifting through my room, under the counters, everywhere until there was a knock at the door.

I looked up at Harry, who was standing in the doorway, my bag hanging on his fingers.

"You found it!" I cheered, running towards him. I reached to take it, but he lifted it up higher so I couldn’t reach it.

"Actually, I stole it. I, uh, I wanted to draw a penis on Niall while he was sleeping , so I needed your eyeliner, but I found something else more…. questionable." he said, obviously concerned.

"Wha…." my sentence slowly cut off by Harry holding up the bottle of pills. I snatched them from him and stuffed them back in the bag, giving him a dirty look.

"Care to explain?" he asked softly, biting his lip and I rolled my eyes.

"I-I…. um…. you had no right to search my bag." I mumbled, trying to close the door but he stopped it with his foot.

"You shouldn’t be doing that stuff, it’s not safe, and if you get cau-"

"Harry, just go away, I don’t need another dad." I spat and pushed his shoulder so he stumbled backwards and had to move his foot so I could close the door. I groaned and rubbed my eyes.

"Hey Avery, I couldn’t find your bag, but I did find- Hey, you found it!" Zayn said, stepping in.

"No, Harry stole it."

"Did he…?"

"Yes, Zayn, he saw my pill bottle and is now going to think I’m a drug addict. Joy." I sighed and sat on the bed. 

"So, you ready to go?" he asked, pointing to the door.

"Almost, one sec." I took the pills and grabbed my bag before straightening my outfit and following him out the door. We met all the other guys down in the lobby and they all gave me a look, crossing sympathetic and disappointed.

He told them all.

Zayn wrapped him arm around my shoulder and led me out to the car, through the paparazzi. I slid into the car and rested my chin on my fists, staring out the window to avoid any conversation with anyone, Harry especially.

"Hey Avery?"

"Yes, Niall?"

"Are you okay, you’ve been acting weird for the past week. Is there something you want to tell us?"

"Yea, actually there is." I sighed and Zayn’s head snapped toward me.

"I stole Liam’s shirt, I’ll give it back tonight." I said with sad eyes, making them all sink deeper in the seat with disappointment.

"No, you can… you can keep it." Liam said softly and shot Harry a look before turning back to the window.