The next morning I had to get up early, we was going to London at 8am so I woke up Jonas at 7:45 after I had got ready, I had to say my final goodbye.
I kissed him on the lips lightly. I whispered 'I love you' into his ear as we hugged for the last time and I made my way downstairs. The boys were already ready and sitting in the lobby. I greeted everyone morning and picked up an apple to eat, I sat down in between Louis and Liam.
"You stink of sex." Liam muttered.
"Yeah because sex has a scent." I snapped.
I don't know why Liam was being all funny on me recently, I usually got on with him the most, always laughing and joking. He mustn't understand that I have to be with Jonas, I need to be with him for his health, even if it puts mine at risk. I shouldn't even be on the tour, that's a big risk to him.
"He hit you Emily." Louis said.
Oh great, Louis had got involved now.
"It's not his fault, don't blame him!" I whispered. My voice was beginning to break, I thought about how many people were at the after party, how many people saw the bad side of Jonas. How many people saw me offer him sex for him to leave Liam alone. How many people were judging us. How many people were talking about us. A tear streamed down my face and I wiped it away instantly in the hope no-one saw.
"You need to stop him." Liam said.
"Oh yeah, because you was the hero last night when you stopped him!" I said sarcastically.
The room went silent again and the tour bus driver came to collect our bags.
"Why are you still with him?" Louis asked after a while of silence.
"Because, Louis we love each other."
"Yeah, it seems like he loves you." Liam replied.
"Shut up, it has nothing to do with either of you! He is the most perfect thing to have happened to me,he makes me happy. That's all I care about." I hissed bitterly and walked off onto the tour bus. I didn't look which bus I was, I just got in and went in one of the beds and started crying.I sat up after a few moments of crying and wiped away my tears, I felt my jeans pocket for my phone, it wasn't there. I checked my bag, it wasn't there. Shit...I thought, I left it in hotel room. I quickly ran off the bus told the bus driver where I was going and ran up to the hotel room knocking on the door.
Jonas answered it. He was holding my phone.
"Thank you babe." I said reaching for my phone.
He moved his hands away so I couldn't reach the phone, I soon realised he wasn't giving me my iPhone because he was reading my text messages.
"Who's Liam?" He asked not even looking at me just scrolling through the texts.
"He's in one direction, you met him last night..." I squeaked.
"I know that!! Who is he to you?!"
"He's just a friend Jonas! Honestly..." I whispered.
"I don't think so..I saw the way you was looking at each other during the concert, I saw how you was talking to him at the party, these texts prove it to me. All the kisses and winky faces. You're cheating on me!" He shouted.
I was shocked that he had came to this conclusion, it was the wrong one.
"Liam's my best friend Jonas. Nothing more nothing less." I replied calmly.
"You're a liar!"
I went to go get back my phone and knocked it out his hands, as I bent down to pick it up, I felt a force push me down. I turned around and Jonas was kicking me. I started to scream, and push his legs away, begging him to stop. Tears streaming down my face. "Cheaters need to be punished!!!!!" He shouted.
I was sure someone would come to help me if I screamed loud enough, the door was still open so people should hear us and I was soon right, a few minutes later. Harry and Liam ran into the room, not knowing what to do. Liam rugby tackled Jonas to the floor and started to punch him, I cried even more as I saw Liam hurting Jonas. Harry cradled me in his arms and ran down the stairs and too the tour bus.
"No," I screamed, "Jonas!!"
Harry shushed me as he was carrying me up to the tour bus.
"She's staying on our tour bus today." He spoke to the driver and continued his way up. He sat down on the sofa with me still in his arms, he started rocking me like I was a baby, trying to stop me from crying. When Liam finally returned, he came and sat next to me and harry stroking my forehead.
I didn't like the way they was treating me, but I didn't tell them to stop either, I was too weak, too tired. I soon drifted off into a sleep.
