Niall's POV
I retched. Again. "Some help here guys??" I croaked, as I pressed my head again the cool toilet floor.
"Naaah." They all screamed back. SOBs. I weakly walked back to my bed and collapsed. My eyes closed and the last few days flashed by.
*Flashback*
I switched off my laptop and prepared to drift off into happy dreams about Arshi when my phone buzzed. Confused, I saw it was a text from an unknown number. I opened it and a sound clip of a man moaning played itself. Before I could recover, another text landed in my inbox.
"Meet me by the pool now."
I rushed down and saw a balding pot-bellied man standing with a plastic blonde who I presumed to be his daughter.
"You heard the clip I guess?" He boomed. My confused expression probably answered his question and he laughed. There was something off about that laugh.
"Now listen here young man," his face hardened, "I will circulate that clip as you jerking off unless," He took a step forward, "You date my daughter." He smirked. My mouth fell open. Suddenly I felt a hand on my back and saw Mark our manager. Where he did he come from? His look silenced any questions I had.
"It will be done." The ground shook underneath my feet. The two men shook hands. "Whaa..." I opened my mouth but the bald man and the blonde barbie were already leaving. "Lucy will see you tomorrow." He called back.
I looked towards Mark, "Lets go back up shall we?"
*End of flashback*
He explained it all. I was still not convinced. This was wrong. So wrong. It would hurt her terribly. What if she started cutting again? No! She could'nt do that. I made her promise. But why would she keep any of hers when I was about to break all my mine? I had to do it until they found a way to get rid of the clip. It was to make sure our reputation was not damaged. I was forbidden to talk to Arshi. My phone and my laptop was taken away. The boys had no say though I could see the helplessness and hurt in their eyes. I was forced to go out with that blonde bimbo, who most probably drugged my drink because the next thing I know pictures of us kissing are everywhere. My heart wrenched. I could not even imagine what Arshi.must be going through. I had promised her I would never hurt her, never leave her, never let her eyes brim over with tears. And now I had broken each and every one of them. I had failed to protect her. I was the world's worst boyfriend. Something hot and wet rolling down my cheeks opened my eyes. Tears.
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