Sierra's POV:
"Okay, no more ice," Harry pulled the make-shift ice pack from his chest. "I'm going to get frost bite,"
"Harry, you have to keep it on there,"
"Why?" he smirked. "It's definitely not making it hurt any less,"
"I don't know why," I crinkled my nose. "I just know when things are broken or whatever you're supposed to put ice on them,"
The two of us were sitting outside on the balcony, so Kaylyn could sleep. I was able to convince Harry to keep the ice pack on his chest for a little while atleast, but he was complaining every couple of minutes about how cold it was.
I had tried numerous times to convince him to lay down on the lounge chair, but he insisted that he needed to sit up. He swore that if he laid down he wouldn't be able to bear the pain of having to sit back up.
"Remind me never to count on you as a doctor," he said with a chuckle.
I sighed. Usually I would have atleast pretended to giggle, but the night's events were finally catching up with me. I was scared of what was going to happen next or what the outcome of everything would be. I hated the fact that Kaylyn refused to go to the hospital, the authorities needed to know what happened, and she needed to be checked out by a doctor. But, I couldn't force her.
"You okay?" Harry winced as he switched positions in the chair he was sitting in. "Fuck," he growled, as a pained expression covered his face.
"I'm fine, compared to you anyway," I forced a half smile. "I'm just worried about Kaylyn,"
"Me too," he nodded, looking through the glass door at her sleeping form. "I'm having a little trouble believing that this is happening,"
I nodded, then felt a familiar vibration in the back pocket of my shorts. I reached back and took out my iphone.
"Oh boy," I sighed and made a face at Harry, putting the phone to my ear. "Hello?"
"My dear girl! Please, tell me that you're okay!" There was panic in his voice. I could only imagine how worried he must have been.
"Yes, Uncle Simon, I'm fine," I replied.
"Where's Kaylyn? I called her a couple of times, but she hasn't answered,"
"She's sleeping," I explained.
"Has she gone to the hospital?"
"No," I replied. A part of me hoped that he would somehow force her. "She says she doesn't want that kind of publicity for the band,"
"Oh boy," he sighed. I knew my Uncle well enough to know that he was probably sitting at his desk, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Well, just let her sleep for tonight. I'll have Paul try to convince her in the morning,"
"Okay, I'll work on it again too," Harry stood up, wincing in pain and mouthed to me that he was going inside to get some water, I nodded.
"I booked a flight for you, Paul will have you at the airport by 9am,"
"What?" I crinkled my face. "No way,"
"Sierra, I sent you on the road with them so you wouldn't be put in any dangerous situations, obviously it wasn't a very good idea,"
"Simon," I said sternly, turning to look over the balcony at the city below, mostly because I didn't want Harry to hear what I was saying. "Please don't make me leave,"
"Sierra-"
I cut him off. "Uncle Simon, please don't make me beg. I know that a couple of days ago I hated this arrangement, but I've made some friends and they need me now,"
"Okay, okay," he sighed. "But if anything else happens, you'll be on the first flight home,"
"Okay!" I said with a smile.
"I heard Harry got pretty banged up, is he okay?"
"He's fine," I assured him. "He thinks he may have broken a rib and his cheek is kind of bruised,"
"I just can't believe this happened," I could hear the concern and regret in his voice. "On a side note, how are you getting along with the boys?"
"Well, I had my reservations," I explained as I turned back toward the door, catching Harry's sly smile. "But...they're all pretty great,"
Harry's POV:
Sierra came back inside after hanging up her call. I screwed the lid back onto my water bottle and looked at her. "Everything okay?"
"He was wanting me to go home in the morning," she replied, bending down to dig through her suitcase.
"Oh," I nodded, then raised an eyebrow. "Are you...going home?"
"No," she stood to her feet holding a pair of pajama bottoms in her hand. "I wanna be here for Kaylyn,"
"Be here for Kaylyn...or for Olly?"
"Oh god," she rolled her eyes and headed into the bathroom. "I'm definitely thinking more about my friend, than Olly," she closed the door behind her.
I shrugged, not exactly sure of what to say. Obviously she thought about him enough to go on a date with him.
Wanna know the funny part? Everyone always judges me for being a "player" little do they know, I've partied with Olly. I've seen a side of him that not many others do. He's not a man whore...but, he's had his share of women too, far more than me.
I sat down in the arm chair across from the bed and winced through my gritted teeth. Fuck, I didn't realize that a broken rib would hurt so much. Then again, I've never broken anything so this is all new to me.
Sierra re-emerged from the bathroom dressed in a pair of pink pajama pants and a black tank top. She stood infront of the mirror, running a brush through her hair before she pulled it into a messy ponytail. "Are you tired?" she asked.
I looked at my watch, holy shit, I had no idea that it was already so late. It was nearly 2am. "A little, I replied. I should sleep though...busy day tomorrow,"
"Okay well, I'm sure you could sleep next to Kaylyn," she replied and turned toward the small closet by the door, grabbing a blanket and pillow. "I'll take the floor,"
"What? No," I shook my head. "I'll be fine,"
"Harry, come on, if you lay on the floor you're not gonna be able to get up,"
"I know that. Give me that pillow," I said, snatching the pillow that she had in her hands. I tucked it behind my head on the arm chair and grinned. "I'm sleeping right here,"
"What?" she crinkled her nose at me. "Harry, come on, I'm trying really hard to be nice, sleep in the bed,"
"No," I shook my head once more. "I don't want to lay down. I'll do much better sitting up,"
"You're not gonna be able to get enough sleep like that!"
"Oh, you'd be surprised of where I've slept and what position I've slept in," I took the blanket from her hand also. "Try sleeping on an airport bench, then come talk to me,"
"You're really gonna sleep in the chair?"
"If you ever plan on shutting up,"
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Katelyn's POV:
"...Beep...Beep...Beep..."
My hand reached out from under the blanket and grabbed my phone to dismiss my alarm. I had gotten in late, by the time I got the hotel room Niall was already fast asleep.
I had quickly changed into my pajamas and crawled into bed next to him, he had rolled over to give me a sloppy kiss. Obviously Paul had taken the boys out for drinks after dinner, because his lips tasted like beer.
"No work today," he groaned, looping an arm around my waist and pulling me against him.
"I have to," I whined, enjoying the warmth of his chest against mine.
"No, I'm your boss. You have the day off," he playfully bit at my shoulder.
"If only it were that easy, but I still have a few more minutes," I stretched in his arms. "How was your night baby doll?"
"It was good," he replied, brushing my hair from my face, then kissed my forehead. "Went to dinner and had a couple pints, how was yours?"
"It was good, I went out to dinner with Julie, then we hung out at her house for awhile,"
"Sweet," he said, then made a face. "I almost forgot. Have you heard anything about Jasper or Paul?"
"No, why?"
"Something went down lastnight,"
"What do you mean?" I asked with a yawn.
"Harry stayed behind last night, said he didn't feel good. Zayn got pretty toasted, so me and Louis helped him get to his room," he explained. "When we came out Paul and Jasper were yelling at each other by the elevators,"
"Yelling about what?" I sat up and looked at him, crinkling my nose.
"Jasper was yelling something about that 'curly headed fuck'," he used his fingers for air quotations. "Then Paul said something about how he was calling Simon to let him know what Jasper had done,"
"What the hell did he do?" I raised an eyebrow, in complete and utter shock.
"I don't know, something about a girl being raped,"
My head snapped back to look at him, my eyes wide. "What!? Who!?"
Niall shrugged. "I've no clue, love. Louis and I were trying to figure it out too. Harry wasn't in him and Zayn's room, either. When Paul found us wondering down the hallway looking for him, he told us we should get to bed and mind our own business,"
"I'm sure Kaylyn will know something," I pecked a kiss onto his lips and jumped to my feet.
"Nooo...." he whined. "Get back in bed,"
"I can't, baby," I replied, grabbing clothes from my suitcase. "I've gotta get in the shower,"
Niall wiggled his eyebrows at me and crawled out from under the covers, "I'll come wash your....back,"
~*~*~*~*~*~
Kaylyn's POV:
I woke up the next morning and could barely move. I was so incredibly sore, my whole body ached. I looked around the room to find Harry sitting in the armchair across the room, playing on his phone. I couldn't help but notice his puffy bruised cheek.
I winced in pain and let out a pitiful grunt as I sat up. "Hey," Harry said softly. "You need some help?"
"No," I sat up and ran my hands over my face, then loooked down at the bruises on my wrists. "Where's Sierra?"
"In the shower," he replied. "I woke up and heard her in there,"
"I gotta get ready for work," I stood up and went to grab clothes from my suitcase.
"What?" Harry winced as he stood up. "You can't work today, take the day off,"
"I can't," I said. Tears started to build in my eyes from the pain that racked my entire body. I didn't know that trying so hard to fight Jasper off would leave me so sore, adding on to the soreness that came with what he had done to me, along with the bruises he left,"
"Come here," he pulled me to him and pecked a kiss ontop of my head. Sierra emerged from the bathroom dressed in a pair of jeans and a tank top, her hair wrapped in a towel.
"Morning," she reached out to gently touch my arm. "Can I get you anything?"
"You can probably help me get dressed," I replied. "We're gonna be late,"
"You're working?" she crinkled her nose.
"No, she's not," Harry spoke up. "She's taking the day off to rest,"
"Harry, if I take the day off Zayn will know that something's up," I said, pulling away from him.
Harry reached up and scratched his curly head. "No, he won't. I have an idea,"
~*~*~*~
Harry's POV:
I hurried to the room I shared with Zayn trying to figure out what I would tell him when he saw my face or noticed the blood on my shirt. I hated lying, especially to my friends, but in order to keep what happened to Kaylyn a secret I obviously had no choice.
Lucky for me, Zayn was still sleeping when I snuck into the room. It took me a few minutes to muster up the strength to bend down and dig clothes out of my suitcase. It was hard not to scream out in pain, but somehow I managed. I made my way into the bathroom, took a shower, and got dressed.
When I came out of the bathroom, Zayn was sitting up in the bed, looking at his phone. "Hey," he mumbled, obviously he was hung over.
"Morning," I replied. "You're up early,"
"My head is killing me," he groaned. "I had no choice,"
I reached into the pocket of my dirty jeans that I had just threw ontop of my suitcase and pulled out the bottle of aspirin that I had bought the night before and tossed it to him.
"Thanks," he looked up at me and forced a smile, then his eyes widened. "What the fuck, Hazza! What happened to your face!"
While I was in the shower, I had finally came up with a story. In order to fit in with my story, I smirked at him and shook my head. "Well, after you guys left last night, I went out for aspirin. When I came back I somehow pressed the wrong button on the elevator,"
Zayn popped two of the capsules into his mouth and took a sip from the water bottle he had beside the bed, his eyes looked at me, listening to my story.
"I ended up on the 3rd floor and met this incredibly hot chick in the hallway,"
"Oh god," he said with a chuckle. "Did you snog her?"
"I did more than that," I wiggled my eyebrows with a smirk.
"Well then...what's with the face?"
"She didn't tell me she had a fiance!"
"Oh shit!" he laid back down on the bed and laughed. "Fuck! You'd think you would have learned by now,"
"I know," I sighed and ran a towel over my damp curls, then did my normal head shake and swiped my curls to the side.
"Fuck," he chuckled once more, standing up. He shook his head at me as he pulled on his tshirt from the night before. "I'm gonna sneak over to see Kaylyn before she heads to work," he said, putting his hand on the door knob. I lunged infront of him and stopped him.
"No," I said, gritting my teeth from the pain I felt in my side from moving so quickly. "You can't,"
"Why can't I?"
"Because, when I came down the hallway earlier, Paul and Sierra were in the hallway. Apparently, Kaylyn's sick, Paul's put her under quarentine,"
"You've gotta be kidding me," he groaned.
"I was given strict orders to make sure that you didn't go over there. Paul doesn't want you to get sick, especially with the show tonight,"
"Alright," he held his hands up in defeat with a sad and worried expression. "I'll just text her,"
"Sorry, dude," I replied as he sat back down on the bed.
I sighed in relief. It wasn't as hard as I thought it was gonna be....this time.
~*~*~*~*~
Sierra's POV:
I had helped Kaylyn pull on a pair of baggy sweats and a hoodie. She still refused to go to a hospital, because she swore it would affect the boys. I finally gave up on trying to convince her.
Luckily, she had agreed to let me order some room service for her so she could get something in her stomach. I hung the room phone up, after ordering her some hot tea, orange juice, scrambled eggs and some toast.
"Sierra," she spoke softly.
"Yeah honey?" I turned from the mirror on the back of the door where I was scrunching some hair gel into my curls.
"Thank you," she said, tears swelling in her eyes. I wiped my hands on the towel I had taken out of my hair and moved to sit next to her on the bed.
"There's no need to thank me," I replied, using my thumb to wipe away the tears that fell from her eyes. "You're my friend, it's my job,"
She forced a smile and nodded. Before anything else could be said there was a knock on the door.
"Oh my god, please tell me that's not Zayn," she said, her eyes widening with nervousness.
"I got it," I gently patted her hand and moved to the door, I cracked it open a little. "Hi Katelyn," I said it loudly enough for Kaylyn to hear who it was, that way she could give me the signal if she wanted to see her or not.
"Kate!" Kaylyn called. I could hear the emotion in her voice, she had begun crying again.
I opened the door and Katelyn moved past me, running to Kaylyn's side.
"Oh dear god," Katelyn gasped at the sight of Kaylyn. "It was you!"
~*~*~*~*
Zayn's POV:
My headache was finally starting to subside, luckily I hadn't puked yet. That was a first. I usually puked with every single hangover. I had atleast mustered up the energy to take a shower and get dressed. There was nothing to do until later in the afternoon, after the girls got everything set up.
I was worried about Kaylyn. She was always such a baby when she was sick, but a part of me loved nursing her back to health. I just needed to get through the show tonight and hopefully Paul would let me get to her so I could take care of her. My poor baby.
Harry was laying in his bed, playing on his phone. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself everytime I looked at his face. I always told him that his whoring ways were gonna catch up to him, I didn't think it would take him getting his ass kicked for him to learn his lesson.
"Why are you staring at me?" he glanced up, raising an eyebrow.
"I can't help it," I said with a smirk. "You're pretty boy face is fucked,"
"Shutup," he rolled his eyes and looked back down at his phone.
The door burst open and Louis appeared. "Harry!"
Harry looked up with an odd look on his face. "Louis-"
"Oh shit!" Louis' eyes widened. "Jasper did a number on you!"
"Jasper?" I sat up and raised an eyebrow. "What the hell?"
"What are you talking about, Lou?" Harry raised an eyebrow at him. "I slept with a girl on the 3rd floor and her fiance kicked my ass,"
Louis made a face. "Why are you lying? Niall and I heard Paul and Jasper arguing by the elevators last night, Jasper was threatening to kill you and then Paul said something about calling Simon about the-"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Harry said, shooting him a warning glare.
"Louis," I looked at him. "What the fuck is going on?"
"I don't know," Louis said. "Jasper was fired. Niall and I heard Paul yelling at him about raping some girl and him and Harry beating the bloody piss out of each other,”
My eyes widened and I looked at Harry, who looked back at me with a familiar expression that I knew all too well, as his face went pale. Harry wasn't a good liar.
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Harry's POV:
God. Damnit. Lou.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.