Hating But Loving One Direction (FANFIC)

Chp.30-Understand My Feelings

Chapter 30 - Understand my Feelings

We had until New Year's. One Direction is going to leave me to tour around the world. They had invited me to tour with them but I decide that I need to find myself, the Annabelle who didn't have One Direction by her side to protect her. 

Magazines, printed online articles, news tape, and other junk involving Ryan, Harry and I's scandal spread across the conference table. Paul and the rest of the management team look disappointed and upset. I hung my head down guiltily. It was all my fault

Harry squeeze my hands, as if he was reading my mind and saying it wasn't my fault. I faked a smile that never reach my eyes, but squish his hands back with all my anxiety.

"What do you want to do?" Paul surprised us by asking. Is he serious right now? I thought we gathered here to find out what to do. Zayn burst out my thought out loud, "We came here for suggestions."

"You're the boss." Louis saluted. He was the only one unaffected by this situation since he had so much on his plate already due to the approaching wedding. No one said anything for a while, all of us trying to think of a plan.

"Annabelle?" Harry whispers to me. "Yes?" I whisper back. He nods outside, I frown but follow anyways. The management team gave us stern stares but I walked out anyways.

"I think you should tell them." Harry's words mortified me. Not even Sarah knew the back story. "That's a big favor to ask, Harry." I said, trying to control the anger that's threatening to erupt. "It's just a suggestion." He shrugs as if it didn't matter. As if this wasn't a serious situation. As if he didn't care about my side in this.

"You think asking me to tell the world one of my darkest secrets is a good suggestion?" I retort, extremely irritated at his irrational mind. "Yes! How do you think it makes me feel to have constant reminders saying my girlfriend is cheating on me?" Harry yelled. That's it. That just ticked me off.

"You shouldn't feel anything. Because you never heard it from me. I've never cheated on you and I never will! It pisses me off that you don't even care about my feelings." I seethe, my anger bubbling at a burning temperature.

"Why should I? Huh? Why should I when you don't even consider mine?" Harry yells, running his hand through his curls angrily. "How the hell do I tell the world that I was his sex slave?" Tears bubble in my eyes as I say the last sentence.

"You don't have to." Speak of the devil and he shall appear. "Hey Annabelle!" Ryan waves his fingers teasingly, a huge satisfying smirk on his face and a crew of reporters behind him. "I didn't know you didn't like having sex with me." His perfume overpower my nostrils as he approach closer. He took his hand and raised it up, I closed my eyes from the upcoming slap. Instead of my face, he squeezed my boob, making me jolt in surprise.

The next event passed in a blur. Harry ran from behind me and smash his hand straight up Ryan's jaw. But he doesn't stop there, punches after punches were thrown. I was so terrified that I didn't see Caroline approaching me with a menacing smile. Before I could tell Harry that Ryan is a professional cage fighter, the overwhelming smell of blood made me black out.

A/N: I wrote this on my phone so I have no idea how long it is. Hopefully, it passes for long enough. I need to memorize my lines for Archangels Don't Play Pinball (for those who are familiar with that play, I play Angela/Blondie) so I need to sleep. It's 12 AM right now.