Got a secret, Can you keep it? (Jiall)

Chapter 19

Niall's POV:

I scrolled through Twitter, shaking my head at all the rumours going on.

Justin probably hates whoever started all those rumours about him, its horrible.

I wonder why he hasn't denied them though...

Oh well.

But, it is a bit surprising, if I were Justin, I'd Tweet, telling everyone that the rumours are false.

I'd hate to let people think they're true.

Right now, me and the boys are at a radio interview.

I was in between Harry and Louis, and beside Harry was Liam, then Zayn.

I bit my lip, dragging myself away from thoughts about Justin. I had to be focussed on the interview. I put away my phone and looked to the interviewer.

"So how's touring with Justin Bieber been?" The interviewer asked. I licked my lips.

"Uh, fun. He's a cool guy and all." Louis said, making me smile.

I knew Louis didnt really like Justin, but its good he said something nice. 

"We keep to ourselves mostly, Justin does his things and we do ours, but he genuinely is a good guy." Liam added, smiling.

"That's cool. So is it true about those rumours with him?" The interviewer asked.

"Could we get another question?" Zayn asked, sighing, "Because rumours are rumours, all they lead to is drama."

"Alright, good point." The interviewer nodded.

He's a boring interviewer, to be honest.

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Justin's POV:

"What's wrong?" Scooter asked.

My breathing was heavy, and I was on the other side of the desk, far away from the man at the door.

"I-I h-he..." I stuttered, fear soaking my body.

"I think he's having a panic attack." The guy, Frank apparently, said.

"Calm down, Justin. Breathe." Scooter said.

"I'm good with this type of thing, go grab some water, and come back in ten, I'll have him calm." Frank smiled at Scooter.

I almost choked on the air, shaking. Scooter wouldn't leave me alone with him, would he?

"Okay." Scooter said, running out of the room-

wait, what? he can't - did he just leave me with him!?

Why would he do that!?

"How have you been?" Frank smirked, which is when I realized he was now standing two feet in front of me.

I backed up further, my back hitting the wall.

"G-Go away." I said, my voice coming out weak and small.

"Awe, why? I thought we had a special moment back there. You know, when I was inside you?" Frank smirked.

I winced at the memories, shocked that the man who raped me was now right in front of me.

"Leave me alone." I begged, feeling weak kneed.

He trailed a finger down my chest, chuckling.

"You weren't much of a fighter, you know? and now that I'm being responsible for your life and such from now on, we can continue all those things that went unfinished in that alley, yeah?" Frank laughed.