RARE (THEROCKAFELLABOYSSERIES#1)

Meadow 'Hell'

Zoey Kagel

It's seven days into the tour. We're now in Sheffield and are staying here for two days before heading off to Leeds. As there's so much spare time during the day when the band are practising, I have chosen to entertain myself by strolling around Meadow Hall.

After milling the shops for a couple of hours, I find a corner table in the food court to edit some videos. I have a backlog of about twenty which should do me until the end of touring, but I'm always filming during the day for my Instagram stories to keep people up to date with the day to day.

My watchers are dying for the inside scoop on everything Rockafella. And it's not like I blame them. Their life is pure excitement. Each day completely different.

I notice my drink is low when my phone buzzes against the table. It's an unknown number and there are no words, only a video. Not getting a good feeling in my stomach, I wait it out to see if they message after to let me know who it is, but they don't.

The video square looks dark, which makes it impossible to know what it is, and when I plug my earphones in and press play, the noises overwhelm me. A woman is screaming Luke's name and there are grunting noises. What the hell?

Just as I'm about to escape it, a light clicks on and I see a huge bed that holds Luke, who's thrusting hard into the woman from behind. My phone clatters to the table and I feel sick.

"Can I get you anything else?" The server asks, making me jump.

"Erm... no, just the bill please," I say.

When he leaves, I call Luke, not surprised to get his answerphone. "Luke, can you call me back as soon as you get this message?"

It's hard to know what to do until I speak to him. If he wants to keep it between us and I've already told Erica then there's going to be trouble.

My phone vibrates with a message from him. I'm sorry. I can't talk right now. Are you okay?

Not really. I just received this video. I send him the video.

A few minutes pass and then his name is flashing across my phone.  "Who sent you this?"

The pure terror in his voice troubles me. "I don't know. It wasn't a number I recognise."

"I'm so sorry, Zoey. Fuck. I'm so sorry," he says, voice dipping.

"Luke," I whisper.

All the while feeling totally overwhelmed. I can't help it. It's like my brain has grabbed onto noisy moans and slapping flesh the most.

He's swearing down the line and I let him be for a moment. "All I can say is sorry."

The weakness of his tone sounds like he just gave up. It sends a sharp pang to my stomach.

This is not his fault.

I speak up. "Don't... I'm coming to you."

"No," he says, and I keep quiet. "I need to come to you. You still at Meadow Hall?"

"Okay. Yes. I'm sitting at the back of Wagamama's. It's in the food hall," I say and he hangs up.

Another text comes through just as I get off the phone. Lucky you. I gave you a preview before the video hits the press tomorrow.

What?

I don't have a clue who could be doing this? Is it the girl who's in the video? A scorned ex-girlfriend?

Don't you dare! This is illegal and there will be consequences! I send back.

(Laughing face emoji)