Hidden Angel

Hotel One Direction

I was expecting a much longer response, but @jadeingtonn saved you guys by commenting twice, and @JackieMaria commented too! There's eight votes, so thanks to those who have! This was the last pre-written chapter, as I actually wrote some on Wattpad itself. I eventually will make a chapter that has the whole code system shared between Harry, Scarlette, and Meghan. As for why Harry was crying is explained in this chapter, because some of you were confused about that. I went back and labeled P.O.V changes, so I think we're good for now :) I see that 67+ of you read the first chapter and decided to never come back x.x and if each of you taped or clicked that star, it would mean the world to me <3 makes me feel like I'm writing for something 

Songs For This Chapter Are:

Let Me Go - Avril Lavigne & Chad Kroeger ( On The Side )

Salute - Little Mix

Heart By Heart - Demi Lovato

By the time Scarlette got back inside, her knee jolted with pain each time she took a step. She felt the guilt take over, recalling how she had sprinted away from Zayn with such haste. As soon as the warm air of the arena hit her face, and she saw hundreds of people around her, Scarlette slowed her pace to a walk.

When she got back to her seat, Meghan stood up, noticing Scarlette’s limp had gotten worse. It was obvious by now, if it wasn’t before, that something was wrong with her leg, and Meghan helped sit her down.

“What happened? Your leg-” Meghan started to fret over it, but Scarlette threw her hand over Meghan’s mouth, and interrupted her. “-Is fine, I was just running on i’ fer a bit. Stupid idea, fer the record. I’m fine, it’s fine, we’re fine.” Scarlette managed to slow her breathing, and looked towards the stage as the lights darkened, screams erupting all at once. Scarlette covered her ears and curled into herself a bit, trying to cower from the noise.

She was surprised when Liam sat down on the stage, extremely close to her seat. He didn’t seem to notice her, so she didn’t worry about him. The twitter icon flashed on a screen behind all five boys, and they all fidgeted as they waited for the twitter questions. 

“All right, now, we’re going to answer some questions you’ve sent in through Twitter.” Scarlette saw Louis sit down cross-legged next to Liam, leaving virtually no room for the poor chap. 

Louis then twisted into Liam’s space even more, a laugh resounding from him as Louis did so, and Liam read the question.

“Alright the first one says…”Would you rather take a beating or give a beating?" That's an interesting question." Zayn shifted his weight, and Niall ran his hands through his hair.

"Depends. I'd probably take one though." It was a quick and immediate answer, but held a hidden force to it that made Scarlette’s body shiver. Her eyes latched onto Harry, just as he shoved his hand in his front pocket, where a phone was falling out of it. 

Scarlette’s hand flew to her pocket as she recognized the casing, and a growl erupted in her throat when her pockets were empty, save for her cigarettes, money, and lighter.

“Meghan, call my phone.” Scarlette elbowed her as Harry shoved the phone back into his pocket. Her nerves were spiking, her thoughts blurring together, and her temper flared.

“Why?” Meghan pulled her phone out, trying to keep her eyes on the boys, and Scarlette stayed quiet, scared she’d snap at Meghan.

“I think the boys have my phone. I dropped it when I was outside with Zayn,” She held up a finger to Meghan, who was about to ask a question, and continued. “I saw Harry push a phone inta his pocket, and the case looked exactly like mine.”