Jace

{14}

The show that night was tense. And the fans knew it, many tweeting us after the show asking what was wrong? We responded by saying we were just tired from jetlag. But that was so far from the actual truth that I felt guilty telling them such a big lie. We had all traveled down to the dinning room for dinner once we were back at the hotel instead of ordering room service thinking that if we were all together, maybe we would all be friends again. Wrong. Barely two words were said the whole evening and Jace excused herself early, saying she wasn't very hungry.

"You know, I'm not that hungry either," Katherine pushed her plate away a few minutes after Jacelyn left and threw her napkin on the table, hurrying upstairs. I looked at her plate as Madison ran after her. She hadn't even touched her food. The lads and I waited a grueling two minutes before we were sure all the dancers were gone.

"What the hell happened on the bus today?!" Louis whisper-shouted, leaning across the table.

"I don't know!" I answered back at the same volume. "She just like blew up at her!"

"You kept staring at Jace Li," Harry commented, "I'm surprised she hasn't figured out you fancy her."

"I do not!"

"Yes. You do." Niall sighed. "Everybody knows except for Jacelyn it seems."

"And apparently Madison fancies you so," Zayn shrugged. "You got yourself in a bit of a pickle."

Jace clumped down the stairs in a short, tight black dress and black Stilettos with her face buried in her phone and a little black wristlet hanging from her right wrist. She seemed a little disoriented and confused that we were still here. "What? No thank you I don't like pickles."

We all stood suddenly and simultaneously.

"Where are you going?" I asked, my eyes raking her body.

"And dressed like that?" Niall said.

"And at this time of night?" Said Zayn.

"What are you guys? My brothers? I'm just going to go out."

"Where?" Demanded Harry.

"I'm just going to a club God. I need a distraction from today ok? I just wanna go somewhere where I forget that she hates me." Before anyone of us could say anything else she was out the door.

"Should we follow her? I don't like her out alone at this time, dressed like that," I said, my eyes rerunning the trail she had taken to a taxi outside.

"Leave her be," Louis waved us off and pushed in his chair. "I'll be in the pool if you guys need me. burning off some frustration doesn't sound like a bad idea. We all do it in different ways."

*

I paced the lobby of the hotel. It had been five hours since I last saw Jace and I hadn't heard from her since. I had a leather jacket, a hoodie, and jeans on with my phone in my hand. I was both waiting for her to call and debating weather or not to try and find her.

'She'll be mad that you didn't trust her,' I told myself. 'She's probably fine.'

'But then again...what if something did go wrong and she's dying in an alleyway somewhere? Or she got kidnapped?'

The two sides in my head fought back and forth and made my head hurt with the inner turmoil.

'No. She's a big girl. She can take care of herself.' I took a deep breath and slowly walked back up to my room, hoping to see Jace on my way. But I didn't and that scared me even more.

"Hey where's Jace?" I asked Louis. He was just heading off to his hotel room in dripping swim trunks and looked awfully tired.

"Still out at the club I guess. I think she's sad that she got officially kicked out of her bus."