Tell Me a Lie (On Hiatus)

Chapter 3

Three

I sit holding on to my wrist, watching it instantly bruise before my eyes. I don’t normally bruise this easily, unless it was from boarding and I’d never notice it until I got home afterwards. I look down at the different shades of blue, purple and specks of green decorating my wrist. This strangely put a tiny smile on my face and reminds me the time I was helping Kanu tumble down some coconuts and bananas and I fell and sprained…oddly the same wrist. I remember sitting there and screaming and panicking thinking I was going to die. Soon, I feel a tear roll down my cheek, I’m home sick and it hasn’t been a full day yet.

“Hey, Lei, everything—oh my god, what happened to your wrist?” Zayn yells as I quickly snap my head up, wiping the tear away.

“It got caught outside as I was trying to escape the helicopters, Lou and Harry are giving them a crazy show out there right now,” I said with a smirk.

He peers outside to see them fooling around and the paparazzi amused, however one of the photographer spots him and seemingly tells the other photographers. I turn around and finally notice that Zayn is wearing nothing but a towel and his fully toned abs are showing…and a few tattoos…his spiky hair is flattened. Oh my Pele, that’s hot, I thought to myself for a few moments. Harry and Louis look back as I rush to open the screen door.

“Get in, quick!” I yell to them.

“Huh?” Lou said while getting dragged in by Harry.

I close the curtains once Lou’s foot clears the screen window. A quick shot of pain shoots up through my wrist as I jerk my hand back. Danielle, Dad, Liam, El, and Niall rush in and close the door behind them.

“Lads, I’d like to speak to you in private real quick,” Dad said quickly and then realizes I’m in the room with my wrist; he rushes over with his armband as Danielle hands him the ice. He carefully places the ice on it; I hiss at how cold that ice is, finally he puts the armband on it and kisses it.

“I’m sorry it’s been so hectic, sweetie,” He sighs.

“It’s okay, dad, we’ll surf this wave together,” I grin widely.

“That’s my little slugger!” He ruffles my hair as he beckons the guys to go speak with him outside.

They all leave, leaving Danielle, Eleanor, and I in the room to chat.

“It is complete insanity out there,” El cries, cracking the curtains a little.

“Because of me—or Larry Stylinson—or The Voice?” I ask in worry.

“Well…Zayn’s ex-girlfriend, Mia, is in town as well,” Danielle begins, “She’s the biggest fashion designer—and the youngest.”

“Makes sense…so everyone’s expecting those two?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.

“You know how that goes, but don’t worry, it happens to the best of us, sweetie,” El said running a shaking hand through her hair, “I hope this ends soon, it’s freaking me out.

“Not only are they here because of that, but since we’re on tour with them and of course, you being the newcomer as well…everyone wants a picture and document it,” Danielle’s clearly annoyed.

“Well, just got to make the best of it,” I said with a sideways smile.

“You haven’t been in the limelight for one day and yet you share the same optimism as El and I, and I like that already,” she grins.

“I’m glad!” I smirk.

“So how quickly you’ll think you’d heal?” Danielle looks at me apologetically.