I'm with the band

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My mouth falls, leaving it dry all around and the whole room feels as though it's spinning.
My chest puffs and I begin to sweat nervously.

It was only a matter of time.
How did he even find out?

"Elizabeth." He says my name sternly, once again and slams my bedroom door behind him, making me shudder.
"I want answers, now."
"Who picked you up from your date, because I know for a fact that it wasn't Alex."

"How do you know?" I just ask, hopefully trying to buy time to figure out how to explain this to him.

He doesn't answer, he purses his lips together and takes out his phone.
He then taps the screen a couple of times, and then reveals it to me.

Another article of me and Alex, of course.

I look at the picture, thankfully it was taken in the dark so you couldn't see our faces or expressions.

But Harry's black truck was very much there, along with Alex and I kissing, then photos of us turned towards it.

I cup my mouth in fear, reading the caption.

"Lizzy Walker and Alex Turner spotted yet again, trying to enjoy a moment when a mysterious black truck pulls in! Heres what we know."

How quick were they to post those?

This caption was then followed by more photos of me getting in, but still not catching Harry's face as he drove away rather quickly.

"This is how I know." Simon answers as my eyes go from the screen to his eyes, when he takes the phone away.
"Now answer my question, who was it."

"I-" I stutter, not knowing what to say.
"I really need a drink of water, and then I'll tell you." I say, rushing to my door and opening it, when suddenly five dorks who had their faces pressed to the door, fall to the ground.

Niall, Liam, Louis, Zayn and Harry were all listening in on my conversation with Simon.

Simon and I look at them, in confusion and concern.
My eyebrows furrow and my mouth drops slightly.

"Okay, what's going on." Simon says, getting more annoyed by the minute.
"Why were you boys listening in?"

"We heard the door slam and wanted to make sure everything was okay." Harry explains, his tone still sounding annoyed as I had my arms folded looking at him.

"But barging in seemed too invasive." Zayn adds.

Simon rolls his eyes, having enough of it all.
"Okay, I better get some answers right now."
"Who was it that picked you up from your date, Elizabeth?"

Harry and I give each other a look.
I then turn my head towards Simon and shrug.

"Bella."

"Bella?" All six men reply in unison.

I hum, my arms still folded.
"Yeah, Bella."

Bella is my best friend.
Well,
Was my best friend.

I met her when I was sixteen, and had gone to my first New York Fashion Week.
She was one of the newer models and was so excited to see me in the audience, because she was a big fan of our band.