the girls of the boys

pap

"I don't," he paused as if trying to find the words he wanted to use, "I don't . . . love you anymore." He finished pressing his fingers to his lips and looking at her expectantly. She locked eyes with him but as she did, she felt like she had been shot in the stomach and she frantically looked for something to grab onto, but she just fell. The floor disappeared and she fell endlessly. Her lungs screamed for air and she felt like she was drowning.

 

Her eyes rapidly blinked open to see Harry's green eyes caringly imploring her brow ones. He had her gently but securely in his grip, an arm around her waist and the other cradling her neck. His eyebrows furrowed and worry evident in his eyes.

 

"Do you need water? Water?" He repeated her frantically, almost desperately. His eyes searching her face for any giveaway signs but she let nothing slip. Her heart beat echoed in her ears and pounded against her temples. Kirsten's eyes were glazed over and only half open, she stared blankly at his lips and blinked a few times as she tried to catch her breath. Harry brought his hand up and stroked her forehead with the back of his hand.

"What can I get you Kirsten? Baby?" His voice cracked off and his chest was heaving like a waterbed. Her lips were chapped but she studies Harry's perfectly shaped lips.

 

"Nothing, I'm fine" she finally squeaked out and Harry smothered her forehead in a kiss. He closed his eyes and pulled her closer to him so her face was against his chest and she could smell his laundered cotton tshirt. She breathed deeply and her head stopped pounding slightly.

 

"It was just a nightmare, I'm fine" She said into his shirt. Harry nodded but still nuzzled his head into her shoulder and inhaled her hair.

 

The door swung open and Zayn stood lingering in the doorway, offering himself as a living sacrifice to Harry. Harry looked up from Kirsten's hair to lock eyes with Zayn. Zayn calmly put two hands up a bit, to show he wasn't here to start a fight, only to come home.

 

Harry stood from the couch and slowly walked towards the doorway. Becca cowered behind Zayn and I was still outside the house. Harry held up his arms, welcoming Zayn home and Becca let out an audible sigh of relief. I squeezed past Zayn and scampered to where Louis lay with his palms folded, staring into the ceiling fan. I kissed his forehead and he smiled a half hearted smile.

 

Zayn and Harry hugged warmly and Zayn mumbled an apology to Harry. He checked out the damage and gave him a bro punch. I rolled my eyes and turned to Louis.

 

"We have a red carpet thing today, it's at 4, so whenever you girls want to start getting ready we'll take the car over to Lou's so you can get all styled." Harry said clasping his hands together and playing with his rings.

 

"Okay," I said looking up from my sleep deprived baby. Kirsten nodded from the couch and Becca nodded from under the arm of Zayn's leather jacket.

 

SKIP TO 4 P.M.

 

We had spent the afternoon in the cramped and temporary quarters of Lou. Kirsten had curlers in her hair while Becca got makeup and I was in wardrobe, and then we all switched, until we all looked fierce as hell.

Kirsten was in an A-Line Dolce & Gabbana cocktail dress. It was silver with black accents and black heels. Her hair had been put in huge curlers and her bangs were swept to the side.

 

Becca was in a little black dress that hugged her whole body. She wore caged black heels and accented gold accessories. Her hair had been pulled into her signature bun and she had one of Ashton's new bandana's securing fly aways.

 

I had a bright red tutu esque dress. My hair was in a half up, half down do and I had red strappy high heels on. We all matched our dates when they came out and we were ready to hit the runway.

 

As soon as the range rover pulled into the event the vehicle was surrounded by fans screaming and banging on the windows and doors with their hands, palms, and anything that would rattle the passengers inside.

 

Kirsten reached for Harry's hand and he gave hers a squeeze.

 

"You got this superstar," Harry smile and leaned over giving her a quick kiss on the temple before, not releasing her hand, and leading her out onto the red carpet and into the sporadic bright flashes. Kirsten killed it. She smiled and posed, and signed a few of the screaming girls autographs.

 

Louis was still out of it for some reason and I was too exhausted to drag the readon out of him. We held hands and waved at fans but something was obviously off. I didn't want to probe at the premier night but I smiled and kept my eyes down to the ground.

 

Becca was slightly less ready for the limelight. Thus far all the time Zayn and she had spent as a couple had been in the flat or at private places. Large crowds kind of freaked Becca out. She planned to flash her winning smile and duck into the event. Zayn placed his hand on the small of her back and helped her down the step of the Range Rover. As soon as she stepped off she was bombarded with shouting and questions from every direction. Her head hurt from all the flashing and the paparazzi's voices bounced around her head. Zayn held her left hand but she put her right to her aching forehead.

 

"Ex-excuse me," She called half heartedly, sputtering. Her mind in all directions. She put her hand out in front of her and tripped a bit over her heels. Zayn quickly steadied her with her elbow and asked if she was okay. She nodded but could feel herself breaking down. Not emotionally, but she wasn't sure whether she would make it to the end of the red carpet. She couldn't see and people were screaming at her.

 

"What the fuck is wrong with her?" someone jeered. "Why doesn't she smile? Stuck up piss off," another called loudly. "SKINNY BITCH" someone yelled from behind the metal barricade. Becca looked over like a wild animal ready to destroy her prey at the watering hole, she didn't care what the girl said, she was just trying to get her bearings and get ready to chew the girl out, but Zayn beat her to it. He saw how she was trying her best and he instantly stopped walking on the carpet, and stopped, as if stunned.

 

"Leave her the fuck alone" He yelled in the direction of the comment, "All of you! Leave her alone" He screamed maniacally. He threw his hands up for emphasis and created a little bit of space between Becca, he, and the paps. There was a pause where nobody knew what to do. Until one camera flashed at the outburst. The frenzy began again and Zayn took off his jacket to protect Becca. He held it over their heads like they were being shielded from the rain. Becca ran into the lobby like a hunchback, trying to stay under Zayn's coat,

 

"I'm so sorry Becca" he whispered to her from behind as he kissed her ear tenderly.

"It's okay," she replied weakly as she grabbed a champagne glass from a passing waitor.