Take Good Care

Crumbling

As I applied some pink blush onto my cheeks, I heard a paper slide under my door. My head jerked towards the floor to see exactly what slid under. It was a letter. 

My heart bursted me towards the door, immediately grabbing the letter and opening the door to see if I could catch the deliverer of the message. I looked to my right, and saw no one. I looked to my left and suddenly saw a man in a leather jacket, walking very quickly. It had to be him. The one who kept sending me these letters and advising me what to do. The mysterious chauffeur with the mustache and glasses. 

I ran out the door to my left to catch up with him. As soon as he heard running footsteps behind him, he looked back at me. It was him. Terror took over his face and he opened the door to the emergency exit stairs. The door slammed in my face but I pushed it open and pursued him down the stairs for what seemed like hours. 

"Stop! I know who you are! Why are you doing this!?" I screamed to him having enough of these games as he ignored me and kept running. 

I threw the letter at his head, hitting him with one of the edges. He winced a little, but kept running. I stopped to pick up the letter I threw, totally exhausted and out of breath. I opened it and took a seat on a stair. 

Dominique, 

When I told you to form good relationships with the boys, I did not mean for you to get so close to two of the boys at the same time that they would both develop feelings for you. This could change everything and make matters ten times worse. Everything is bound to go far more worse than planned now. Not only will your reputation be ruined, but also the friendship between Niall and Harry. And without tight bonds in the band, it is bound to break. I strongly suggest you quickly fix things and keep the boys at a friendly distance. Or else everything will be your fault.

Get smarter.

I crumpled the letter and threw it against the wall. I buried my face into my hands and gridded my teeth. How was I supposed to know what to do? How was I supposed to know how to fix things? This was complete and utter bull shit. I was tired of always listening to these men in my life, treating me like a child. I got up and kicked the wall, furious with the coward chauffeur. 

I then heard footsteps on the stairs, and turned defensively to see who was coming behind me with my fists clenched. It was Liam.

"Dom, I heard running and doors slamming and some shouts, are you okay? What's going on?" Liam questioned with concern and fear all over his face. 

"Oh, um I...thought I forgot something at the venue last night but realized half way down its in my room...yeah...sorry to scare you."

"Oh, haha its fine. Would you like to come get breakfast with everyone?"

"Sure, that would be lovely." I quickly walked out of the door of whatever floor I was on and headed for the elevator. I clicked my floor number and as the elevator doors shut, I realized Liam was still on the staircase...where I threw the crumbled letter from the coward chauffeur. I jutted open the elevator doors and ran back towards the staircase door. As I was about to run in to sneakily get the letter back, I looked into the window on the door and saw Liam reading the crumbled letter with terror in his eyes. I dashed back to the elevator and slammed the doors shut with tears in my eyes, shaking. I was fucking everything up.

Liam now knew about almost everything. He knew someone was threatening me and bad things were going to happen, even worse then they were already planned. He now knew Niall and Harry liked me, and their friendship was bound to break from the potential fighting. Liam probably hated me now, for ruining everything once again. 

I hurried back to my hotel room and crashed onto the bed, sobbing. I didn't have a clue of what to do, and didn't even know what to say to Liam or if I should even speak to him anymore. 

I collected myself, and decided to see what Liam would do at breakfast around me. I would eventually have to address him to clear the air and make sure he didn't assume anything about me.

Breakfast was quite awkward between Liam and I. He sat diagonal from me and kept making quick glances at me with squinted eyes and a face of anger. Whenever I would try to make eye contact with him, he avoided me like the plague. Niall and Harry would try to make me laugh and flirt a bit, where Liam would interrupt them, trying to make them forget about me. Harry called out Liam jokingly, and Liam stood quiet for the rest of breakfast. 

This had to end. I would need to address Liam after breakfast, quietly. I had to clear my name and confide in him of what has been going on. I also had to decide what I was going to do with Harry and Niall. Things were definetly about to get worse...