Complacent [Duplicity Niall]

A/n: just gonna establish that Madi is an unreliable narrator. So basically, everything she's said about how she left or why she left was not true at all. It literally had nothing to do with Harry like she said. That was just what she told Luke and Calum. That was all only half true.
Just to clear some things up.

Miami Beach.

The show I was gonna attend was in Miami Beach, which meant I had to get on the tour bus, at least once.

How was I gonna get back?

Fuck if I know. But I am 100% not staying for the rest of the tour.

Not gonna happen.

The first thing I registered when I woke up was warmth. A steady, comfortable warmth beside me, the kind that made me want to burrow deeper into it and ignore the world for a little longer. Like a squirrel.

Then reality started to creep in.

The smell of Niall’s cologne, faint but distinct. The sound of his even breathing. The realization that my head was dangerously close to his shoulder, like I had somehow gravitated toward him in my sleep.

Shit.

My eyes flickered open, adjusting to the dim light of the room. Niall was still asleep beside me, one arm stretched out lazily, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. He looked... peaceful. Which was unfair, considering I felt like I’d just gotten run over by whatever metaphorical truck carried my emotional baggage.

I tried to shift away quietly, but as soon as I moved, I felt him stir. His brows furrowed slightly before his blue eyes cracked open, blinking blearily at me.

"Mm. Morning," he mumbled, voice still thick with sleep. His accent was heavier when he first woke up, and if I wasn’t so busy mentally panicking, I would have found it funny.

"Morning," I muttered, willing my voice to sound normal.

He blinked at me again, then frowned slightly. "You sleep at all?"

"Enough."

"Liar." He yawned, stretching his arms above his head before glancing at the bedside clock. “Shit, we gotta go. The bus is leaving soon.”

Right. The tour bus. The plan was to head to Miami Beach today. I knew that.

I let out a groan, rubbing my eyes. “It’s too early for movement.”

Niall just smirked, rolling out of bed with a kind of effortless ease that made me resent him. "Come on, lazy ass. Miami awaits.”

I stayed put, glaring at him from my cocoon of blankets. “It’ll still be there in a few hours. Its a beach. It doesnt move.”

“Yeah, but we won’t be if we miss the damn bus.” He tossed a hoodie at me. “Up. Now.”

I huffed but didn’t argue.

The bus was already waiting when we got outside, idling with a low hum as the rest of the boys loaded their stuff. It wasn’t my first time on a tour bus, but it had been a while, and as soon as I stepped inside, I was reminded of how ridiculously nice theirs was. Plush seats, mini kitchen, separate bunks—way fancier than the usual crammed spaces I’d seen in the past.

My street rats had turned into yuppies.

I waved at Aven, who looked tired as all shit as I passed her, but still good somehow. I knew for a fact I looked half dead.

Liam was already stretched out on one of the couches, scrolling through his phone. Harry sat at the small table, sipping what was undoubtedly some pretentious, overpriced tea. And Louis... well, Louis just looked like he wanted to go back to sleep.