Vogue.

Twenty Two.

"She's still alive!" I heard Rylee shout as I walked in the front of the suite.

"Of course I am." I roll my eyes, immediately kicking my shoes off. I walked over to where Aspen was on the couch and plopped beside her. "Are any of you busy tomorrow?" I ask, looking up at Aspen.

"Hey you said we'd do something tomorrow!" Mimi whined.

"We are." I grin.

"I'm sleeping all day." Aspen spoke. Rylee answered with a shrug.

"Would you want to join me at a concert?" I ask. Aspen spun towards me.

"Who's?" She questioned.

"Oh, just a friends band... he invited me... and you guys." I muttered, smiling, knowing she understood whom I was speaking of.

"I'm going to punch you so hard if you're messing with me Lina." She shook her head, pulling her hand back.

"I'm not!" I surrender, lifting my arms.

"So you were with Harry?" Mimi asks, sitting up. I ignored the question, looking at Aspen, staring at me.

"I love you." She gushed. I chuckled, letting her hop forward, to hug me.

"Have you eaten?" Rylee asks, helping pry Aspen off of me.

"Yeah, we got sandwiches." I reply, sitting up, ans standing. "Alright, think about my offer, I'm gonna shower and go to sleep." I told them.

"You didn't answer my question!" Mimi yelled at me.

"See for yourself!" I singsonged.

As I undressed and got in my shower I could hear someone in my room.

"Unless you're Chris Pratt you have five seconds to get out before I kill you with a mini shampoo bottle and a loofah." I warned, pouring the shampoo in my palm.

"Violence is never the answer." Rylee laughed.

"What do you want, Ry?" I exhale.

"To know you're okay. To know that you trust us enough to make sure you're alright." She listed.

I looked at the wall in front of me, and closed my eyes.

"Aspen told you?" I ask.

"We had to pry it out of her, she was crying Lina."

"...She was?"

"Yeah, you know we can't just brush this off, we aren't mad, we're worried."

"We aren't cancelling the tour." I argue.

"I'm not saying cancel, maybe just push back for a while?"

"No, Rylee, it isn't that bad. And that's it, I'm not talking about this." I raised my voice.

"Lina we just-"

"No, let me take my shower." She left with a loud huff.

I'm tired of explaining this. I'm tired of talking about it, justifying it, and having it.

Harry

Liam and Louis were out when I got back, and Niall was asleep. I sat up in the sitting room, scrolling through my feeds. My phone vibrated in my hands, displaying Lina's name over my screen. I grinned opening her message. The girls would love to join me tomorrow. Great, I'll have someone pick you ladies up around five, and escort you, goodnight love.

I opened up Instagram, opening the messages and saw that CelineReid had sent me a picture of myself looking out of the windshield as I was driving. She captioned it: Let's take a ride, out in the cold air. I know the way, why don't you go there with me?

I posted it to my Instagram using her caption of our lyrics.

Celine

"She probably knows already." I heard one of the girls.

"It was posted at three in the morning."

"I knew I was right." That was Naomi. I felt something move my bed and let out a soft breath. My blanket was covering my face so they didn't know I was awake yet.

"Are you gonna wake her up or not?"

"Or not." I grumbled sitting up, getting a screech from Aspen. I chuckled, shaking my head. "What a way to wake up." I comment.

"You scared me." She whined.

"Is there a reason you guys are sitting around me on my bed while I'm sleeping?" I question.

"Would you believe we were conducting an exorcism?" Mimi asks.

"No." I crack a smile.

"Well we we're just watching you sleep then." She shrugs.

"What's going on?" I ask, pushing the blanket off of myself. Rylee held out her iPad to me. I held it, reading the headline.

Celine Reid and Harry Styles take a lover's walk through Lover's Walk at midnight

"Are you kidding?" I shook my head. I read through some of the article seeing the pictures of me and Harry on the bridge then some where he was holding my hand. Later yesterday night Styles posted a photo on his Instagram, the caption featuring lyrics from a song from his last album, 'Why Don't We Go There?'

Did Reid and Styles go there? Or are they going there right now?

"This is disgusting." I chuckle. "The guy who took those pictures followed us the entire night."

"That sucks, he got like everything too." Aspen shakes her head.

"There's a lot more. Ruth emailed this to me." Rylee spoke. I leaned off my bed unplugging my phone and searching my name on Twitter

Band Members Bumping love. This one sported a picture of me hip bumping Harry.

Wanderlust for Style's love? This was about our song Wanderlust.

They continued to get worse, luckily I hadn't seen any with me and my chest pains. My phone vibrated, and the screen went black, revealing Harry's contact.

"Hello." I answered, looking up at the girls.

"You're awake? I'm guessing you've seen all the news?"

"It's hard to miss." I nod.

"Is that him?" Aspen whispered.

"Wow they cannot whisper." Harry chuckled on the other end of the phone, making me laugh.

"Yeah, I know. How many have you seen?"

"Too many to count."

"Same here." I say looking at the girls watching me and clearing my throat. They exchanged looks with each other and didn't move. I smiled, lifting the finger at them.

"So what are you up to, until five?" He asks.

"I've got a meeting with my personal trainer in about an hour, so I'm guessing I'll be investing in the hotel's gym."

"Oh so you can still work out?" He asks.

"Yeah, but it probably won't be the same as I had been doing."

"No wonder you're so fit."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"You should, I've already arranged a ride for you girls at five, Manny will be in front of your hotel in a white SUV."

"Awesome, thank you."

"Anytime, I'll see you later."

"Later." I hung up and glared at the girls. "Nobody likes nosy people." I said, pushing myself out of bed. I got to my bags and found some spandex pants and a gray t shirt. I tied my hair up and looked at the girls. "I'm going to meet with Melanie and Ruth." I told them.

"Meaning get out of my room." Rylee nods. I nod in agreement and led them out. I sent Mel a message that I was on my way to her room a floor down.