Just friends?...yeah right...

Chapter 57

--Nour's P.O.V.--

The concert went great and now I was watching the boys on stage doing a fabulous job. I get up from the chair that was backstage to go check my phone that was on the charger in my dressing room. Mike is standing outside my door guarding it. I gave him a high five and he let me in. I sat down on the couch and took my phone off of the charger to check my messages and Twitter. I heard noises outside then the door opening. Assuming it was Mike because my back was facing the door, I asked him, "Do you know how much longer the boys have on stage?"

"Why are you asking baby?"

That voice sent shrivels down my spine. I whipped my head around and low and behold, the bitches of all bitches were standing there.

I stood up and he took a step closer to me. I froze.

"Why are you here Michael?"

"I missed you baby."

"Don't fucking call me that."

He laughed and took another step closer to me. I looked at his clothing and everything about him was basically the same, except for his classic white converses. They had red splotches all over the front and his right hand was firmly behind his back.

"I never liked how feisty you were, in fact, that's the thing I hated most....other than you leaving me for that curly fry. I warned you to stay away from those bastards but you never fucking listen."

"Michael, you don't allow me to see my best friends. You hit me. You rape me. And now you're here saying all of it is my fault? Harry was here for me through all the bullshit I went through with you and he never left, no matter how hard things got. I didn't leave you for him, hell, he didn't become my boyfriend until a year passed since you fucking raped me! We love each other and that's something you and I never shared."

I could tell my last sentence made him really mad and he just stood there, silent. I was beyond frustrated and pretty scared at the moment so I did the only safe thing I could think of.

"Mike!"

No answer, just a cold laugh from Michael.

He brought his right hand from behind his back.

A knife.

"How did you think I got in here baby?"

I couldn't feel my body.

He killed Mike.

I now realized those red marks on his shoes weren't paint but they were blood. Mike's blood.

He stepped closer to me, knife in hand. I took a step back and tried to control my breathing. There is a possibility of me dying today, right now, nobody here to save me this time.

No hero.

"I came here to get what I want, nothing is going to stop me."

He lunged at me with the knife held up to my chest. I moved over to the side out of fright but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him.

All I felt was pain.

The room was spinning.

I fell to the ground and was engulfed by darkness.

This time, no hero.

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--Harry's P.OV.--

The boys and I come off the stage ecstatic! Our first concert went amazing but I'm so damn tired.

"Great show Haz" Paul patted my back. I smiled grabbing a water bottle, downing it in seconds. I was in a good mood but all I wanted was to take Nour out to dinner and sleep. I walked around the corner to Nour'a dressing room. The hallway was quiet until I heard a high pitched scream coming from the direction of her room. I broke into a sprint, whizzing around closed doors, running the rest of the way. I saw Jessica screaming, looking wildly around her, pointing at something in the doorway of the room.