*Bra Contest*

Harry stood there. He could hear the ringing in his ears when he saw Zayn.

"Z- Zay-" she couldn't even finish when she broke down.

"Shh, Perrie- he'll be fine, I promise."

"We- nee-d to call- the-" she stuttered.

"I know, I know. Here give me your phone. I left mine in the apartment."

She looked up at Harry with big, glossy eyes and said

"You what?"

"I left it in my apartment." Harry said.

"I left mine in my apartment you dumbass!" she screamed.

"Use mine. Hurry!"

***

Harry and Perrie, now lying on the dock still sobbing, turned around.

"Corrine?" they replied in unison.

Corrine sank her hand into her butt pocket and pulled out the white phone.

Before Harry could grab her phone, Corrine had already dialed 911.

"911 What is your emergen-"

"Yeah my friend," Corrine interrupted, "he's" she started to sob.

Harry scurried to his feet and dropped Perrie. He grabbed the phone from Corrine and spoke,

"2189 Lockford Road, past Footlocker."

he spoke shakily, trying not to cry anymore than he already has.

he hung up the phone.

Perrie gave Corrine a sharp smile. "Well, here's little Corrine fake crying all over again."

"What?" Corrine asked

"You know exactly what I mean, Corrine. You wanted this to happen. YOU wanted Zayn hurt!'

"Why would I-"

"So that Harry would come running to you fpr sympathy. Pity sex!"

"After Zayn, Liam, the second link. Then Louis. And then you'll have so much! So much from Harry! You think I'm stupid? I look at the facts, Corrine. So don't pretend that you didn't ask for this!"

Corrine was shocked. Out of her mind. She never asked for any of this.

"Corrine, how did you know we were here anyway? Did you do this to Zayn?

"No! I would never! You know I love Zayn!" she yelled, crying into her hands.

"Then how did you know we were here? Did you follow us?" Harry asked.

"Like I've said, I know a lot more then you think." Corrine lowly smirked.