Louis' POV:
The look on Harry's face is giving me the feeling that I must have said something wrong. I'm not exactly sure what, but if looks could kill I'd be dead.
"What the fuck, Harry!" Zayn snapped as he swung around to face Harry. "What really happened last night!"
Harry's facial expression suddenly changed into a deer caught in headlights.
"I'm so confused," I spoke up, just as the door opened and Liam joined us.
"What's with all the shouting?" Liam asked groggily. He threw himself down on Zayn's bed and looked up at us.
"Harry," Zayn said, cocking his head at him. "Tell me what happened!"
"Is this about Jasper getting fired?" Liam asked, I simply nodded.
"I don't know," Zayn threw his hands up again. "The only person who knows something won't speak up!"
"Alright," Harry sighed. "Yeah, Jasper did get fired. Him and I got into a scuffle, it's no big deal,"
"Obviously it is, though," I stated, once again getting that familiar look from Harry.
"What the hell is this shit about someone being raped?" Zayn pointed out.
"What? Raped?" Liam's eyes widened.
Harry stood from his bed and sighed. "I'm not doing this," he made his way to the door.
"What?" I asked. "Why? If you know something-"
Harry turned around and waved his arm. "Look, guys! It's something I was told not to discuss! I promised I wouldn't talk about it. Sorry,"
Harry's POV:
I hate this. I hate lying to my friends. Hell, I hate lying to anyone. Everything would have been fine if Louis' wouldn't have opened his mouth, but I can't blame him. How was he supposed to know that it was a big secret?
I tapped on the girl's room door and announced that it was me when Sierra asked who was on the other side. The door opened, Sierra standing behind it. "Hey," she smiled.
I couldn't help but smile back at her. I found Katelyn sitting in the middle of the bed, Kaylyn was laid across it with her head in Katelyn's lap.
--"Is Zayn up?" Kaylyn immediatly sat up.
I nodded. "He asked what happened, I told him I slept with a girl on the 3rd floor and that her fiance showed up and beat the shit about of me,"
Kaylyn nodded. "Thank god,"
"He believed me until Lou opened his mouth,"
"What do you mean?" she asked, her eyes becoming wide.
"Zayn now knows that me and Jasper fought and that someone was raped, but he doesn't know who,"
"How would Louis know?" Sierra asked.
"Apparently he heard Jasper and Paul fighting in the hallway,"
Katelyn nodded. "Him and Niall heard them,"
"Oh my god," Kaylyn buried her head in her hands and let out a weak shriel. "God damnit!"
"Kaylyn," I moved to the side of the bed, I would have sat down but I learned a few minutes ago how painful it was to stand back up. "Why don't you want Zayn to know? I mean, he's your boyfriend..."
Kaylyn looked up at me with tears in her eyes. "Because Zayn has better things to worry about instead of how his girlfriend was just raped,"
"You can't say that," Sierra spoke softly. "He loves you, honey,"
"You don't think I know that?" she cried. "That's why I don't want him to know!"
"Hey hey..." I said in a whisper, pulling her toward me. She buried her head in my chest and began to sob.
Sierra's POV:
Katelyn and I left Harry with Kaylyn and headed to work. It took a couple hours, but we got everything set up for the 3 radio interviews, meet n greet, and sound check for the boys later in the afternoon. We were glad that we had fallen into a groove and were able to work faster than we did at the other venue.
When we returned to the hotel and to the 5th floor, we found Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Louis in the hallway, kicking a soccer ball up and down the hallway.
"Hey beautiful," Niall ran up to Katelyn and pecked a kiss on her lips. Katelyn smiled and looped an arm around his neck, kissing him back.
"Get a room," I said with a giggle.
"Where's Kaylyn?" Zayn asked.
"She's probably sleeping," Katelyn replied.
"Is she okay?"
I gently smiled at him and reached my hand out to his shoulder. "She's fine, honey. Just a stomach bug,"
Zayn nodded. "She hasn't answered my texts,"
I'm glad that Katelyn noticed that I didn't know what to say and piped in quickly. "Paul had a doctor sent over very early this morning and he gave her a steroid injection, he said it would make her super tired,"
"Okay," he nodded with an annoyed sigh. "This blows,"
"Oh suck it up," Niall rolled his eyes. "She'll be better in no time, mate,"
"What the hell happened last night?" Louis changed the subject.
Katelyn shrugged. "I was out, remember?"
Louis' gaze turned to me and he widened his eyes in an effort to get me speak up. But, I shrugged and used the same reply Katelyn did. After all...it was half true. I was out.
Coincedentally, as soon as the words left my mouth I heard a room door down the hall open and shut. A smile formed on my lips when I found Olly and a few of the people from his management team come out of his room.
"Oooohhh..." Liam said in a teasing voice, when I turned back to shoot him a glare he made a face and immediatly apologized. "So sorry, that was rude of me, again, sorry,"
Olly and his team approached quickly, he smiled at me and moved to peck a quick kiss on my cheek. "I'd love to stay and chat with you, gorgeous, but I gotta rush off to sound check,"
I smiled back at him and nodded. "I'm sure we can catch up later,"
"Olly and Sierra sitting in a tree-" Louis' started singing, but I swiftly swung my elbow back and hit him in the chest. "Shit," he groaned.
Olly chuckled and turned around with a wave before disappearing into the elevator.
"That was rude!" Louis said, rubbing his hand across his chest. "Very very rude!"
"Shutup,"
"What's going on there?" Niall asked with a smirk.
"Nothing," I blushed.
"They went on a date last night," Zayn replied, kicking the soccer ball down the hall once more.
"Ooooohhh," Niall chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
"All of you need to shutup," I rolled my eyes and pulled my room key from my pocket.
"Hey," Zayn whispered. "Tell her I love her?"
I nodded as I slid my keycard and forced a smile. I reached out and patted his cheek. "Will do,"
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Harry's POV:
I had been sitting in the same armchair that I slept in last night ever since Katelyn and Sierra left. Kaylyn had went back to sleep for awhile, taken a shower, and was now sitting outside on the balcony in the sunshine.
I still couldn't get over the fact that we had trusted someone like Jasper, usually Paul and Simon seemed to be such good judges of a person's character. Somehow Jasper slipped through the cracks.
I know that Kaylyn didn't want to do anything about what happened because she didn't want any bad publicity for us, but a part of me wished that she would go to the police. Atleast then Jasper would have to pay for what he did, because I really don't think the ass beating I gave him was enough.
I was rattled from my thoughts when the door opened and closed. I turned around to find Sierra putting her purse down on the dresser. "Hey.." she whispered. "How is she?"
"Okay, I guess," I replied with a shrug. "I was able to get her to eat a little,"
"Good," she replied. "Thanks for sitting with her,"
"Are you kidding me?" I crinkled my nose at her and stood up. "She's one of my dearest friends, of course I would be here,"
"I didn't mean it like that," she replied with a smile. "What I mean is that I know you're in a tremendous amount of pain and it would probably do you some good to get some rest,"
"I'm fine," I replied. I was lying, my chest was still killing me, but fortunetely it actually felt a tad bit better than it did earlier. I was a little nervous about the show, obviously I wouldn't be doing as much jumping around on the stage.
"You boys have your first interview in just under an hour," she said, pulling her curls into a messy ponytail. "Then, a greek restaurant down the street is catering lunch,"
"Greek?" I made a face. "Sounds interesting,"
She reached around the doorway of the bathroom and grabbed a bag off the counter. "Sit down," she said moving toward me.
I made a face at the bag in her hand. "What's that?"
"Makeup," she smiled.
"Excuse me?" I said with a chuckle.
"We can't send you off to a radio interview with a bruised cheek, I'm pretty sure they'll notice," she said standing infront of me, forcing me to backup towards the armchair. "Sit down,"
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" I sat down with a grunt, wincing in pain.
"Sorry," she grit her teeth at me.
"Not your fault," I replied.
She dug into her makeup bag and started brushing some sort of powder onto the side of my face, it was funny to see her try and maneuver around my long legs. Obviously, she couldn't find a good enough angle with enough light. I couldn't help but chuckle.
"What's so funny," she crinkled her nose.
"Here," I reached out to grab her hips. I guided her to stand infront of me and straddle my legs.
"What are you-"
"Oh Jesus," I rolled my eyes. "I'm not being dirty, I'm trying to help you,"
"Oh," she blushed, sitting down on my thighs and going back to work with the makeup brush in her hand. "Hmm, this actually does work better,"
"Imagine that,"
After a few minutes, she cocked her head and looked over my face once more. She put the brush back in her bag and grabbed a mirror, holding it up for me. She had done a good joob, there was no evience at all that I even had a bruise to begin with. "I'm magic," she grinned.
"Indeed," I smiled. "Thank you,"
"You're welcome," she moved to stand up, but tripped on my foot causing her to fall back into my lap. "Shit," she whispered, her face just inches from mine. "Sorry,"
My gaze caught her gentle blue orbs and my hand reached up to brush a strand of hair from her face that had escaped her ponytail. Within seconds, my lips were against hers. At first, it felt as though she would pull away, she didn't. My hands rested on the small of her back, pulling her against me.
"How did I know this was gonna happen," Kaylyn said with a giggle.
Sierra quickly jumped from my lap and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She grabbed her makeup bag and rushed to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
I looked to Kaylyn with a grin and she shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Oh, Hazza,"
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Sierra's POV:
Oh. My. God. Did that really just happen? I can't believe I let him kiss me. Fuck! I can't believe that I actually enjoyed it!
What the hell is happening to me out here!?
~*~*~*
Zayn's POV:
After our radio interviews and lunch, I was able to catch a nap. When I woke up I was happy to see that Kaylyn had answered one of my texts, then made sure to remind me how much she loved me and missed me. God, that girl...
We had just finished up our soundcheck and Liam and I were sitting on the edge of the stage, our legs dangling over the edge. Harry was at the other end of the stage behind the curtain, talking to Paul. Niall and Louis were behind us, goofing off with Josh.
"I'm already tired," Liam said with a chuckle.
"Me too," I replied with a yawn. "And I even took a nap,"
"I was gonna take a nap, but I talked to Danielle instead,"
"How is she?"
"Great, she's got a video shoot tomorrow,"
"Sweet," I replied, then jumped when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder. I turned to find Greg, another member of our management/security team. "Hey man," I said with a smile.
"I just want you to know that if you and Kaylyn need anything, please let me know,"
I nodded and raised an eyebrow. "Thanks man,"
"I still can't believe Jasper did that to her," he shook his head. "Harry should have killed the bastard,"
In one swift movement I jumped to my feet and turned around to face the tall, stocky, balding man. "What are you talking about?"
He looked at me, confusion washing over his face. "Last night,"
"What about last night?" Liam stood next to me looking just as confused as I was.
Greg turned to look behind himself at Paul, suddenly looking perplexed. "Umm...uhh..let's get you boys back to the hotel,"
I turned to Liam, tears building in my eyes. He looked back at me, his eyes shooting me a warning as he started to shake his head.
I knew that he had put together the same thing I had. Someone was supposedly raped last night. Harry and Jasper beat the shit out of each other. Jasper was fired. Kaylyn was suddenly sick.
"Kaylyn," I choked out, Liam quickly put a firm hand on my shoulder. I looked up at my friend as I felt the hot tears fall down my cheeks. It was a mixture of sadness and anger. "Liam, get me to her,"