It all started with a car

LAPD

Harry POV

Zayn looked better than he did yesterday, his lip was less swollen and his face less bruised. We had to put makeup on to make him look somewhat normal on stage. Also to keep from the paparazzi taking shots of him and spreading around a rumor that was less then pleasant, not wanting to upset our fans either.

We were at a pit stop somewhere about four hours out from Orlando our next stop. The girls had gone to the bathroom while the rest of us stayed in the bus, we gathered Zayn and Liam and sat them down on the couch.

“Okay. Let's talk about what happened,” I said sitting down with Niall and Louis as we stared at the two from across the bus.

“Well, I've sorta fancied Taylor for awhile now...” Out of the corner of my eye I could see Niall glaring at Zayn. Most of us knew, that Niall had a thing for Taylor. He was just to slow to act upon it, Zayn had taken the initiative but Liam didn't approve of Zayn shagging or shifting his best friend.

“Okay, so you snogged her. Liam why did you beat the crap out of Zayn?” I asked

“Because, he's now the new you! He uses girls by DM-ing our fans for sex Harry!” He exclaimed, I nodded agreeing with him in the sorts.

The banter went on before Liam finally just stood up and walked out of the bus.

---Amanda's POV –

I waited until we were in the bathroom to talk to her at what had happened the previous day. I waited for her to finish her buisness and while she was washing her hands I leaned against the wall. Trying to not think about the unclean décor of the place.

“Tay.. do you like Zayn?”

She stopped and she held her head low as she whiped her hands slowly off with a paper towel.

“I don't know...I mean no, I don't want to be his girlfriend I guess? I don't know maybe? I'm just confused.”

“Liam looks pretty content on not having you guys date.”

She looked at me and I saw a glint of anger in her eyes, “Well Liam is just a big worry wort and should just mind his own buisness! LIKE YOU.” Taylor turned and stormed out of the bathroom slammign the door behind her on her way out. I came out of the bathroom to see her and Liam in a discussion and I decided it was best to leave them at it. I looked towards the store to see the other guys start walking inside. I followed behind and wrapped my arms around Harry giving him a quick squeeze.

“WHOPPER!”

I confusedly looked around Da fuck? I then saw Louis and Niall laughing under the breaths. Of course they'd be doing something this random.

“Mind telling me why Louis is yelling Whopper? “ I asked Harry

“I wouldn't even know. Grab something to eat, its going to be a long drive.” Harry purred in my ear pushing a hairstrand behind my ear.

“WHOPPER!”Louis screamed out again.

“Sir. I'm going to have to ask you to quiet down.” The store clerk said towards Louis.

I knew where this was heading so I quickly grabbed my snacks and paid for them, Harry and I stood at the corner of the store watching as Louis kept screaming Whopper louder and louder the store clerk was getting so red faced and mad. It was hillarious, I felt my phone start to vibrate, I excused myself and went outside the store to answer it. Walking outside I looked at my phone confuedly, I didn't recognize this number.

“Hello?”

“Ms....Franco? Is it?”

“Yeah... whose this?”

“I'm with LAPD, and your sister is the one who told us to-”

“What happened to my sister? Is she alright?” I interrupted the police officer. I didn't care that it was rude, but it my sister was hurt to where the police were involced, because of my bitch of a mother I wanted to know.

“She's fine, shes in the care of your Aunt Jolie. But, thats not what I'm calling to inform you about. You're mother seems to have a long issue with Alcohol Abuse. Is that correct?”

“Yes.” I hissed wanting the officer to get to the point, the boys were now coming out of the store a very angry store clerk shooing them out. Harry looked at me and smiled, then looked concerned and nodded towards my phone. I shrugged and mouthed 'Police' He walked over wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“Around 10AM this morning emergency services were called to your residence, you're mother was unconcious and in a pool of her own vomit. After a while she stopped responding, breathing and she had no pulse. Emergency services tried to revive her, were sorry to inform you but you're mother has passed.”

I stopped in my tracks not listening to the woman on the phone anymore, I hated that woman with a burning passion but she was still my mother. I handed the phone to Harry, I stood there frozen, I just didn't know what to do. My mother was gone, my father was gone, I had no one. My sister had no one. We were practically Orphans.

Harry had talked to the officer and then bridal style carried my crying self into the tourbus and laid me down in the bunk. Lying down next to me, singing softly in my ear, cooing me and comforting me as he pet my hair down. Until I fell into a fitful nightmare filled dream state.