Georgia Rose (One Direction)

Chapter 15

"Shhhh!" He hissed and I slapped my hand over my mouth.

"Sorry!" I whispered and looked around, making sure nobody -like the numerous fangirls still wandering around hoping to get lucky- heard me pretty much yell his name.

Gladly, they didn't.

"What are you doing here?" I asked as I walked closer to the end of the small alley that lead into a private parking lot.

He had his hood up and black sunglasses on, his smile turned into a frown when he caught a glance at my appearance.

I must look horrible right now...

"I saw the news. Jesus Georgia what happened! Are you okay?" He said worriedly.

"What? What do you mean you saw the news?" I asked, ignoring his questions.

"This whole thing was on the news, it was one of the biggest mobs they said they've witnessed yet..." He explained and it made some sense as to why he'd come and check if everyone's alright.

He's a sweetheart.

"So why'd you come? Isn't this dangerous?"

"I wanted to make sure you were okay, and by the looks of it I'm glad I came..." He said. "Tell me what happened!"

"I...uh..." I scrambled to find the words because I really didn't want to tell him that his precious fans did this to me.

"I fell," I lied.

He crossed his arms. "They did this to you didn't they...the fans, did they do it?" I nodded shamefully.

"Holy shit, I am so sorry Georgia...so sorry..." He apoligized.

"No...it's okay, really." I said and looked down to my bloody knees.

"Lets get you cleaned up," he said and grabbed my wrist pulling me into the private parking lot. He then pulled me into a black SUV.

As I got in I noticed Louis in the back seat.

"Hi Louis," I greeted him and all he replied with was a head nod as his eyes were glued on his phone.

Wow okay? Someone's in a bad mood...

Liam pulled out a first aid kit from the glove box and noticed my confused look.

"Some fans have sharp nails, it's good to keep some band aids in here just in case," I would've laughed if I wasn't in so much pain. The pavement cut and bruised my hands and knees badly.

"Holy crap, please tell me what happened..." He begged me. I could tell he was truly worried.

"I don't want to..." I said.

"What? Why not?"

"B-Because I don't want anything to happen, I don't want it to seem like I'm telling on them. They'll....they'll hate me even more," I admitted.

"Georgia it's fine! You can tell me...I mean us," he gestured to Louis and him. Louis didn't even acknowledge what Liam was saying, I'd be surprised if he was even listening.

"I... I can't,"

"Georgia..."

"They... just hurt me," I said and looked around the parking lot to make sure nobody was near the car listening in to our conversation.

I pulled the mirror down in the passenger seat to look at my appearance.

Holy shit.

I looked completely awful. My hair was a matted mess because it was tugged at and my black makeup ran all down my cheeks making me look like a raccoon. My cheeks were red swollen and a frown looked like it was permanently indented on my face. I looked at the palms of my hands an the were bruised and scraped, not as bad as my knees though.