HARRY'S POV
"THE PHOTOS ARE FAKED!" I yelled down the phone.
"But Harry, everyone can see that these photos are real, it's obviously you." said the journalist on the other side of the line. "So are you going to tell me, what were you doing with Ms. DeJones A MARRIED WOMAN that night?!"
"LEAVE ME ALONE WOULD YOU, YOU HORRIBLE COW!" I belted out angrily, chucking the phone out of my hand.
I instantly regretted shouting at the tabloid-woman on the phone. I could already see tomorrow's headlines:
"1D'S HARRY STYLES HAS UNPROVOKED RAGE ATTACK"
Still, I thought to myself, it has to be better than the current headlines I'm faced with.
So I had been stupid, whatever, she lied to me. I didn't get why the media were making me the villain in all this.
I wanted to call my Mum, talk to her but then I remembered she would be fast asleep in the UK, I didn't want to wake her up. I hadn't talked to her in 4 days, I just didn't feel like there was anything new to say, plus I was ashamed of these new rumours in the papers.
The boiling hot rage was still pumping through my body like poison. I made up my mind, I was going out.
What city was I in?
Oh yes, I was in New York, amazing for a party. Time to go out and forget about that crap. I grabbed a blazer and splashed on some Bleu de Chanel aftershave. Ready to party.
By the time I arrived at the party, it was already in full swing, I was hassled by the usual swarm of girls, but inside the large penthouse it was exclusively VIP, I was pretty sure none of the people in there would bother me.
However I did get a lot of questioning "Are you up for it?" looks from lots of girls (and even some guys!) but I just walked on, to the bar, and ordered a Jaegerbomb to take the sting of this hard day away. I sloshed it down as though it were apple juice.
COLE'S POV
"We need more money baby, you're going to have to do it," George told me.
"But I don't want to," I said whimpering. He wrapped his arm around my waist possesively, and pulled me closer to him.
"He likes your work, and he's willing to pay lots for it Cole. We need the money to keep our dream." George said.
"He's so horrible George, this is so horrible I don't want to do it anymore. Let me stop it." I begged.
George's vein pumped against his forehead. He grabbed a fistful of my knitted sweater.
"Listen slut, don't be so ungrateful, I've looked after you and your family. I pay for the luxury you live in, and I'm making your dream come true. So the least you could do is obey me. I am your fucking boyfriend." George growled in my ear aggressively. He pinned me against the wall and continued, "Now tell me how sorry you are."
I was crushed tight by his large body and I could feel his hot beery breath on my dipped forehead.
"I'm sorry George, I love you, you know I do." I whispered.
"That's better baby." George said, shifting his hand under my sweater, "Now do you want to show me how much you love me?"
He kissed me roughly, sending shivers down my back, I kissed him back, glad that this time he had decided to forgive me, rather than punish me for my ungratefulness.
HARRY'S POV
About 2 hours into the party, a girl strutted up to me, I checked her out, long blonde hair, fit body, great bum, niiiccceeee.
