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twelve

Brad

"Joe is going to find out, Brad, it's in three newspapers already." James explains, his eyes scanning over the latest news article on his phone.

"I know, I know." I sigh, running my hands through my hair.

"It's not as bad as it seems, you can just explain you were—"

"James, it is as bad as it seems! They're making me look awful because I took a fan back to my hotel." I shout, standing up from my bed and walking over to the window.

"I'm sorry Brad, but I don't know what you want me to tell you. Joe's going to flip his shit when he finds out." James replies, pulling his jacket on.

As James is pulling his jacket on, a sharp knock erupts from the other side of the door and my face pales.

"Oh god, I'm a dead man." I mumble, walking to the door.

When I open the door and see Autumn there, I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank god." I step aside and let her walk inside and she smiles gratefully at me.

"Have you seen the article?" I ask her once she's inside and the door is closed.

"I have. We need to do something about it." She explains whilst tapping away on her phone.

"It's no use, it's already in three newspapers." I sit down next to her, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.

"Couldn't you pay them to remove the story?" She asks, her eyes meeting mine.

"There's no point, Joe probably knows all about it, along with at least a million fans."

Autumn sighs and puts her phone in her bag, standing up.

"Where're you going?" I ask, standing up with her.

"Back to my hotel room. I only came to see if I could help you get rid of it, that's all." She spoke, walking to the door.

"I'll see you in Manchester?" I ask, and she nods.

"See you in Manchester."

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Once we get to the hotel in Manchester, we head straight to our rooms, my gaze constantly avoiding Joe's.

As the lift doors begin to close, a hand appears between them, stopping them from closing.

A face appears behind the hand and Autumn smiles.

"Hey curls." She steps inside the lift, dragging her suitcase behind her.

"Stalking me again, I see." I nod, re-pressing the button for my floor.

"Or maybe I just booked the nicest hotel that was near enough to the arena?" She smirks, glancing over her keycard and the room number.

"We're on the same floor." She says, her eyes looking up to mine.

"That's a coincidence." I lie, knowing full well that James swapped keycards with me because he 'wanted to be nearer to Connor's room.'

"You just can't get enough of me, obviously." Autumn smirked, her eyebrows raising in amusement.

"Of course." I wink, pulling my suitcase out of the lift behind me.

She follows behind me, her eyes glued to her phone. Moments later, my phone beeps in my pocket and I take it out, my eyes scanning over the message.

Autumn: hey guys, I'm at the hotel already & I've met Brad again lmao, he thinks I'm stalking him.

Smirking to myself, I push my phone back into my hoodie pocket and carry on strolling down the corridor, Autumn following along behind me.

I swipe my keycard in the holder on the door and walk into my room, placing my suitcase next to the bed and turn to face the door to see Autumn frowning at her phone.

"Is everything alright?" I ask, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yeah... kind of." She smiles slightly, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she did so which made me want to kiss her.

"What's bothering you, sweetheart?" I ask, tilting my head.

"Me and my friends befriended some boys who are meant to be coming to the show tonight and I'm starting to believe they're not who they say they are." She rambles, her eyes full of worry.

"It'll be alright. If you and your friends agree to meet up with them, you're all smart enough to get yourself out of a dangerous situation." I reassure her and her face softens slightly and she nods.

"Thank you, curls." She smiles, unlocking her door.

"Anytime, babe." I smirk, closing my door behind me.

A few moments later, I hear a sharp knock on my door, breaking me out of my sleepy trance.

I unlock my door running my hands through my curls.

Once the door is open and I see who's behind it, my face goes white.

"Bradley, we need to talk about you and a certain fan."

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