She's Not Afraid

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX: GUILTY CONSCIENCE

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX: GUILTY CONSCIENCE

*EMINEM'S POV*

"Okay, I called you all here to give you a wise word of advice." I said.

"Right after our short vacation? We're still jet-lagged, you know." The brown-haired kid complained.

"Do I look like I give a damn?" I rolled my eyes which shut him up.

"It's about MY Cher, you hear me? She's like a daughter to me so if any one of you boys try to get into her pants, he has to go through me first." I declared.

"You mean we have to sleep with you first?" The blondie asked out of curiosity.

"Boy, don't be disgusting. You're not my type. What I mean is, no one gets to go in 'bed' with her without my permission. Let this be a constant reminder for all of you that Cher is one of my major source of income... I mean, she's precious as a diamond so you better back off." I warned the lads.

"Who are you?" The curly-haired boy dared to ask.

"I'm your mother-f*ckin' conscience! Don't do anything stupid to Cher if you can't bear taking responsibility for your actions, is what I'm saying. Now get your asses out of my office!" I told them to beat it.

I actually just want Cher to focus on her career for now but if she wants a boy toy, I mean a boyfriend, if that's you call it these days then I would want the best for her of course.

As long as the guy's famous and filthy rich...

"What were those guys doing in your office? I just saw them leaving and they were looking at me funny... did you say something to them?" Cher came in.

"Uh, no. We were just... um, playing pokers." I smiled.

*ZAYN'S POV*

That night I had to go back to the studio because I forgot something.

When I went inside the building, almost all of the lights were already out and the halls were kind of creepy... maybe I should come back tomorrow?

"Boo!" Someone crept up from behind me.

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Whoa, you scream like a girl..." It was Cher.

"..." I'm speechless.

"Scratch that, you scream like a girl who just lost her dolly. Looking for these?" She made fun of me as she jingled my keys.

"Yeah, why is my car keys with you?" I'm finally calm enough to utter a word.

"Marshall said you dropped it in his office during the morning when you guys were playing poker." She said.

Poker? More like a threat session...

"And why are you still here anyway?" I asked.

"I was working on my second album the whole day and I didn't notice that it was already this late." She sighed.

Hardworking girls never turned me on before but now...

"Wow, I'm feeling hot. Are you feeling hot?" She fanned herself.

"Yeah, you're hot... I mean, I wouldn't mind some late night overtime 'action'---" And then she faints into my arms.

"Whoa, you're LITERALLY burning up!" What do I do now?

******

I decided to take her back to our apartment, knowing that Liam will know what to do.

You see, I'm not that good in dealing with sick people.

I had to carry her body from the parking lot all the way to our couch so I guess it pays to workout.

"Liam, take care of Cher. She has a fever." It's more of an order than a request really.

"What?! Then I need to buy her some medications right away! Wait here." See, I told you he knows what to do.

"Wait, what am I supposed to do?" Aside from staring at her angelic sleeping face that is.

"Grab a wet towel!" Liam shouted right before he went out the door.

Wet towel? What am I supposed to do with a wet towel?

Anyway, I took Liam's 'advice' and took a quick shower so now I have a 'wet towel' in my hands but the question now is, what do I do with it?

I don't think I ever took care of a sick person before, making Cher my first sick person to take care of ever.

'The towel is now wet. What do I do with it exactly?' I sent Liam a text message.

'Place it on her forehead. Duh.' He replied.

What the?! Man, that's just sick!

I have no idea why MY used towel would in any way bring down Cher's fever.

So I got dressed instead and when I returned to the living room, I found Harry gazing at Cher's face rather creepily...

"Dude, you're drooling." I teased him.

"I was just watching her..." He tried to reason out the obvious.

"And I took the liberty of putting a cold wet cloth on her head for the fever to go down... why didn't you place something on her forehead?" He looked at me suspiciously.

"Oh. I... I was about to do that." So I guess you need to use a small towel then... not the big one.

"You're not very useful, mate." Harry shook his head.

"Hey, that's not entirely true!" I'm actually VERY good at carrying her bridal style.

*LIAM'S POV*

I'm fine with taking care of Cher as long as she's out of it.

I don't think I can face her just yet after what I had done to her back at the cabin in the woods.

My guilt is slowly eating me up and it only takes a little bit of 'eye contact' before I crack and reveal everything to her.

I better hurry up with the medications because I still need to make her soup, take her temperature, and tuck her into my bed... forget about my guilty conscience for now.

*HARRY'S POV*

I just kept staring at her beautiful face for quite some time before and after I got rid of Zayn.

I was yet again debating if I should kiss her or not... you see, taking advantage of a sleeping beauty has always been a thing of mine but after our little 'chat' with her manager earlier this morning, I'm beginning to question myself.

Maybe I got hit BIG time by that famous rapper's words or maybe...

I studied her face a bit longer and that's when I came to a conclusion.

I pressed my lips against hers in a soft manner, more like a peck really.

What I just realized is that I'm ready to take full responsibility of my actions that has anything to do with Cher which is mostly sexual.

And no, her manager's threat doesn't bother me one bit.