it's you [malik]

twenty-six | days

"I was in my room watching television before I heard yelling in the other room. I was nervous because Rowan seemed angry earlier and I wanted to make sure Brooklyn was okay. I walked in and I saw what he had done to her face and I was yelling at him then he hit me. I didn't see what happened after because I was trying to recover but I'm pretty sure Zayn was acting in defense for me and Brooklyn."

After the police came they had to walk all of us out of the building. There were multiple police cars around the hotel building, two that had Rowan and Zayn in the backseats.

"You can't arrest Zayn. He was trying to do the right thing. I promise. He's a good guy." I plead looking at the officer in front of me who was scribbling away on his notepad.

"Do you need a medic ma'am?" he asked ignoring my plea.

"No. It was just a slap. I've gotten worse." i mutter then he just tells me to stay right where I am and walks over to his coworkers.

"Alana?" I hear a voice say before I'm pulled into familiar arms. "Are you alright? What the hell is going on?"

Niall and everyone else make there way over to me confused and wanting an explanation. I told them the same version of the story that I told the police officer and watched as shock settled onto their faces.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry Alana. Where's Brook? Is she okay?" Nia asked hugging me then looking around for our bestfriend.

"She's being looked at by some medics. Her injuries weren't that bad so she won't have to go to a hospital." I explain then she nods.

We all stood outside waiting for more information about whats going on. The police car with Rowan drove away but when I hear "Let Malik go" coming through a surrounding police officers walkie the heavy weight comes off my shoulders.

I watch as they uncuff his hands that were swollen and stained with Rowans blood. I don't know what I would've done if they arrested him for battery. He wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for me. He probably hates me. I wouldn't blame him.

As soon as they let him go he walks straight into the hotel not saying or looking at anyone.

Brook was released after making a few statements and we didn't want to over stimulate her by asking questions so we let her just go to her room. I feel so bad for her. But I know she probably just wants to be by herself.

Niall insisted on spending the night with me in my room so I wouldn't be alone. He asks me if I'm okay like every 5 seconds but I know it's because he's worried and just wants me to be okay.

"Niall. I'm fine, I promise. I really just want this day to be over." I sigh the get into my bed covering myself with the duvet.

He crawls in after me pulling me into his chest and planting a soft kiss to my forehead.

I barely got any sleep. My thoughts were replaying everything that happened today. I could've stopped it. I should've asked more questions then forced her to come out with us ignoring Rowan's commands. I could've cared more. I know I shouldn't be making this about me but I can't help but to feel guilty.

It was really somber for the next few days.

March 7th. I think everyone stayed in their rooms. At least thats what I did. Me and Niall slept all day practically and then we ordered a pizza to eat for dinner. He doesn't want to leave me and I honestly don't want him to either. Then it will just be me and my thoughts. That's the last thing I want.

March 8th. Niall decided to leave because Brooklyn came to my room. She cried about Rowan and how she wanted him to be the one. It wasn't the first time he hit her. He was constantly physically and verbally abusing her and she stayed with him because she thought she could fix him. She was wrong. Her love for him blindsided her and she ended up hurt anyways.

March 9th. I left my room for the first time. So did Brook. I tried to help her be strong in front of everyone who pitied her. She said she felt like everyone saw her as a broken girl who was abused by someone she loved. I know the feeling. We didn't stay around long. She went back to her room and I went back to mine. Baby steps.

March 10th is today.

We have rehearsals for tomorrow and I'm so stressed. Apparently Brook wrote a song over the past few days, with Nias help of course, about the Rowan situation. That means I have a new song to choreograph a routine for.

I decided to go through the venues back entrance because the paparazzi has been swarming all if us recently. They want details of Saturday night especially about Zayn's arrest. I'm sure thats blowing up in the tabloids right about now. I still haven't talked to him. No one has seen him since he was uncuffed. I'm sort of worried about him.

As I get through the door and star walking towards the stage I hear Brook and Nia talking. About me. I eavesdrop of course hiding behind some equipment trying to stay completely quiet.

"You know how we were talking about all the tension with Alana the other day?" Brook asks.

"Yeah. I thought it was just me. Shits just hella awkward." Nia nods.

"Well. I think there might be something going on with her and Zayn." Brook says.

Holy fucking shit. This cannot be happening.

"Something like what? Something like she's cheating?" Nia asks as her eyebrows knit together.

Brook just gives her a knowing look and shrugs her shoulders.

"Seriously? Did you see something?" Nia asks eyes wide. 

"Saturday night, before everything went down, Zayn and Alana showed up at the same time. His rooms downstairs. Why would he even be on the 4th floor?" Brook explains.

"It could've just been a coincidence Brook. Alana wouldn't cheat on Niall. I couldn't believe that." Nia responds shaking her head.

"He attacked Rowan right after he smacked her. Like body slammed him then threw punch after punch. That's not coincidental." Brook says.

"Holy shit."

"I'm just worried she's going to fuck this whole thing up." Brook runs her hand through her hair "If she gets caught the whole tour will fall apart."

I silently walk over to the back door opening it then closing it loudly so they can hear.

Nerves grew in my stomach as I think about everything they said about me behind my back and how it was all true. I was supposed to tell them. They weren't supposed to find out this way.

"Hey guys." I walk onto the stage faking the biggest smile I could.

"Ready to practice?"