When Samantha James becomes One Direction's personal assistant, she gets more than she bargains for. Falling for Harry Styles is one of them. But things aren't always easy or beautiful, because Sam has secrets--dark ones, and she'll do anything to h...
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The morning after Hong Kong, Vivian released a statement about Zayn taking a break. Deep inside, though, I knew it wasn't temporary. He looked like every ounce of life had been drained from him. Thousands of fans online reached out to him to wish him well and to feel better. If they only knew what all was really going on behind the scenes. That night on stage, Zayn was empty. I saw it and the boys saw it. Harry didn't want to talk about it afterwards and I wasn't one to push.
We had just arrived the day before in the Philippines with Zayn still tagging along. Things had been tense between all of them and it was uncomfortable. Paparazzi was asking Zayn questions about Perrie and Harry and I were getting questions about our relationship. Despite the pictures being out, we still hadn't made a statement. Vivian recommended all physical contact be under wraps until it was official.
Zayn had been set to have a Skype call with management this morning. Simon was probably pissed that he was taking time off. From what Harry told me it was all go, go, go with Simon and you never stopped. There had been speculation about a break after this tour, which was true, but the boys still hadn't made an official announcement.
Harry and I had been up for a while, mostly silence in between us. "It's not good," I said, looking at him before taking in the room. I was too exhausted last night to do so. It was just as extravagant as everywhere else we had stayed so far, but with all of the problems coming up between the boys and in our personal lives, everything felt empty and cold.
"I know," Harry replied and ran a hand through his unruly curls. He walked over to the huge window looking over Manila and sighed. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head on his back.
I closed my eyes. "I'm sorry."
Harry turned but my arms still remained tightly around him. His hands rested on my shoulders and rubbed up by biceps, eventually resting on my shoulders. "About what?" he asked.
"Everything going on right now. I know you're all like brothers and all of this shit with Zayn is upsetting," I explained.
"You don't have to be sorry. You didn't do anything."
I shrugged and leaned into him. "I just want you to be happy."
Harry's lips upturned in a crooked toothless grin and he kissed me quickly. "I am happy, Sam. I promise."
As I leaned in to kiss him once more, my phone vibrated in my back pocket. It was Vivian. I answered the phone and put it to my ear. "Hello?"
"Zayn just finished his Skype call. I need you to get the boys and meet us up here in the private conference room," she answered.
