I'm sorry that I haven't updated in forever. Still love you guys though.
(I know Halsey's name is Ashley but that's already Ashton's kids name so in this story it's just Halsey)
Halsey -
"Everybody wants to know, if we fucked on the bathroom sink."
"Why?" I spat disgusted, trying to pull my top down over the bruises which dotted my hips, "That's the beauty of a secret, you know you're supposed to keep it."
Smirking, my boyfriend slapped his arm.
"Come on." He growled, his voice distorted by the needle held between his teeth.
"Are you really going to do that before you go on stage?" I demanded crossing my arms over my chest.
"No better time to do it." He chuckled, slipping the needle into his arm.
Looking away, I sighed, "You're going to kill yourself."
He shrugged.
"Zayn, please stop."
Staggering to his feet the needle still hanging from his arm, he pointed a finger at me, digging it painfully into my chest.
"Listen bitch." He growled, "Mind your own business. I'm fucking famous. What are you?"
Chewing my lower lip I looked down.
"I asked you a question." He demanded, "What are you?"
Sighing I looked up at him and smiled, "I'm nothing. I am nothing without you."
"Good answer." He chuckled before kissing me roughly.
Frowning, I pushed him away from me.
"What's your problem?" he slurred, the drugs kicking in.
"Nothing." I sighed, "I need a smoke, I'll be back in a minute."
Kissing the top of my head, he nodded and stumbled back to the couch.
Pulling my sweatshirt on over my head I hastily left my room and walking quickly down the bustling hallways, pushed through a door which led to the parking lot where the busses were parked.
Sighing, I leaned against a random bus and lighting the single cigarette in my pocket with a match, placed it in my mouth.
Closing my eyes, I let the cool breeze whip my hair into my face, only opening my eyes when I felt someone lean against the bus beside me.
My eyes snapping open, I looked to my right where a tall, blonde boy was standing.
"Hey." he greeted, pulling a cigarette from the pocket of his leather jacket and placing it between his teeth.
"Hey." I muttered.
"You performing?" he questioned, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
I shook my head.
"You a makeup artist?"
Again I shook my head.
"Groooupieeee?" he questioned tentativly.
Laughing to myself I shook my head, "Girlfriend."
"Who's the lucky guy?"
Again, I snorted.
"What?" the guy next to me chuckled, "Am I being too inquisitive?"
"Zayn." I replied, exhaling a cloud of smoke, "My boyfriend is Zayn."
"The one direction guy?"
"Former one direction guy." I corrected, "But yeah."
"What's he do now?" the guy pressed, "Some Chris Brown type shit?"
