Peter's POV
I didn't even want to go on tour. I told Stella I would come along to Arizona so we could spend the 4th of July together, but now I just wanted to go home. I knew what happened when I was around these girls for two long. One weekend they camped out at my house for two nights in a row and by the end of it I wanted to smash my head into a wall. I loved them, don't get me wrong, I just loved being by myself too. On tour there was no being by myself. Maybe I shouldn't have gone off on Stella. I mean, who was I to talk about lying to protect others? There were two whole movies and a TV show made about my life and not once did I mention to anyone that Stella or Ava existed? I lied to the entire world, saying I didn't have any friends when really I had the two best friends a guy could ask for and I just didn't want to put a target on their backs. I just wished Stella could see that she didn't have to get people not to care about her. It was okay for people to care about her.
Maybe I should've told her that.
But instead I focused on the lies. The pretending to be okay when you're not okay, as if that's not what caused all the drama in the first place, Stella expressing how she felt. I still believed that the lies contributed to Stella's epic downfall but maybe all the pressure was getting to her too. Maybe we were all so used to caring about Stella that when she tried to make things easier we weren't used to it and pushed her too hard. I mean, what was so bad about her lying so we wouldn't make a big deal out of something?
"Hey." I heard, as I lay on a couch by the hotel pool, thinking way too much. I looked up. There was Louis. Like I said, I could never fucking being alone.
"Hey." I nodded.
"What are you doing?" He wondered.
"Avoiding Stella. You?"
"Avoiding Ava." He sighed. I sighed in response.
"These girls have us down bad." I replied.
"Do you believe her?" Louis asked.
"Who, Stella?"
"Yeah. She told me she soaked her clothes on purpose." Louis responded. I shook my head.
"Nah. That didn't happen. She said she walked into her dressing room and her clothes were soaked and there was a note that said if she kissed Leo again he'd call TMZ." I explained. I told Stella I wasn't going to tell Ava, but I made no promises about telling Louis.
"I knew it." Louis grumbled.
"But I'm under strict orders not to tell Ava, so don't tell her." I added.
"That'd be useless anyway. Ava thinks Stella is jealous of Leo and is trying to do anything she can to turn us against him."
"Stella told me she doesn't want people to care about her, that she's trying to cover up the shit that Leo's doing so no one makes a big deal about it. I don't think she intended for anyone to know Leo ruined her clothes."
"What else is Leo doing to her?" Louis wondered. I sighed.
"She says he found out she doesn't like orange chicken, so every night he puts orange chicken in her dressing room. She said sometimes he'll take her dressing room from her, and that every time she gets off stage he makes a comment to her about how she messed up. She calls me every night and tells me about how uncomfortable she feels around Leo and that she can't wait for tour to be over so she doesn't have to deal with him anymore. But then today she said you threatened to kick Leo off the tour..."
"It's not a threat anymore, that's what I'm going to do." Louis decided.
"She said she doesn't think that's fair and that she doesn't want you to do that." I explained.
