Only you/Jesse Lingard (C)

Mistake.

Mias POV:
A sudden wave of anger rushed over me. I changed into a pair of Marcus Joggers that were in the corner of the room and put on a pair of my Nikes I had previously left in there.
I opened my door quietly, Jess was sat outside with his head against the wall. He stood up sharply when he saw me. I squeezed his hand, and smiled slightly before walking towards the stairs.
'Mia, where are you going?' He Shouted after me. I didn't reply, instead I pulled up my hood and headed for the front door.
'Marcus,Del quick.' I heard him call. I picked up my pace. Almost running. I got around the corner before slowing. I didn't want him to know I was going to see Frank. He would freak. They all would and I wouldn't be allowed to leave again. 
I wouldn't have grabbed his hand, Smiled if I thought I was going to be ok.
With Frank there was no knowing.

I arrived at the hotel, and my phone was going crazy. Harry, Eric, Marcus, Kieran and especially Kyle wouldn't leave me alone. Jesse was trying to call me. I pondered. Do I answer it?

'Jess?' I said through the phone.
'Where are you babe?' He Asked. I could tell he had been crying. His voice was raspy and he was sniffing slightly.
I hesitated.
'I can't tell you.' I Replied.
'And why's that?' He Asked. The other end of the phone was silent. I could tell he was listening, for any clue as to where I was.
'Because you'd come to get me.' I Replied.
'Snap maps.' I heard Marcus gasp from down the phone. I ended the call. I needed to turn it off. I turned off my location quickly but i knew they'd already clocked on. They knew I was here so I had to be quick.
I entered the hotel and walked towards the top floor. I could tell he was up here, the atmosphere had changed completely, and the smell of weed was staggering. I coughed my way to a door, music blaring inside. I could hear him laughing.
I waited a second before entering.

Me: I love you.

Jess: don't you dare Mia. I will explain everything. Please just do not open that door. I know your there.

Me: you don't need to explain J. He does. I'm sorry. It's too late.

'Frank.' I Said opening the door slightly. He looked up and smirked at me.  Dylan was indeed with him.
'Changed your mind?' He Asked standing up.
'You could say that.' I Said blowing out my cheeks.
'Leave for a minute.' He said pushing Dylan off his bed. He got up and walked out, shutting the door.
'Wanna be with me then?' He Asked.
'Nope, just wanna know why you would fake an interview with my boyfriend?' I Asked.

'Ahh, you saw.' He Smiled.
'And you ran here, without saying goodbye to him, like I knew you would. And now I'm gonna kill you.' He Replied. He pretended to be fishing. I had indeed taken the bait.
'Tell me.' I Said.
'I wanted you back, and Mr perfect wasn't going to be so perfect after an interview was leaked showing how horrible he was. I took clips of his voice saying the bad things and added them to this, the interviewer did indeed want to talk about you. But he didn't. So I made out that he did go along with it. Took me five minutes.' He shrugged.

I had my explanation.
I put my hand out for the door.
'Not so fast.' He Smiled walking towards me.
Within seconds I was up against the wall, just beside the door. I couldn't leave. I could just about make out my brothers voice downstairs. It would take them about 5 minutes to make their way upstairs.

'Gotta be quick, lads are here.' Dylan shouted from outside the door. I was hoping they wouldn't have noticed, but they've basically taken over this hotel.
'Where do we start.' He Said gripping my wrist. I felt my bone crunch.