You Have Me

Ch.3

They come up with some complex plan, and really it seems more like a mission, to get me inside the car around the back at whatever hospital we're at (I still have no fucking idea as to where I am exactly, but judging the accents of the doctors and staff I think we're somewhere in Europe. (I just don't know where exactly in Europe. Maybe eastern?) And it seems just a tad bit silly, well, right now everything seems silly, but now the guys have stopped and started talking to a tall burly man.

Maybe he's their manager?

It would make sense. Because as soon as he arrived everyone had shut up and I really want to find out how he did that. He was big and intimidating and it didn't ease my nerves when Harry turned around and whispered in my ear that He-man's name was Paul and that he was their tour manager. Almost a father figure whilst they were on the road. He said we got on well and that Paul had always looked after me, because I was the trouble maker and Louis and I always made people mad and that's not right, because if Louis and I are so close, then, why is he avoiding me? He doesn't come near me and maybe I've upset him? Or maybe he never really liked me. I stared at him waiting for some kind of recognition to kick in. Something, anything really. But I'm positive I've never seen this man before.

Paul in turn had given me discreet and specific instructions: stay close and ignore the screaming. He then turned to Harry and Louis before some secret communication took place that I still didn't understand but I made it my mission to figure out. But then the plan-more like mission-had unfolded.

Twenty minuets, but it felt like hours, I was being escorted by bodyguards that I couldn't help but stare at in awe. I'm pushed to the back of the car squished between Liam and Zayn, after a brief and awkward moment where no one knew where to sit until Harry had shoved them next to me and Niall took shot gun as Harry and Louis huddled closely together, whispering furiously to each other, and great. Fucking great. More secrets. But in a way it's comforting to watch them, because there's a small, tiny part of me that feels like I used to be the one whispering to them like that.

It soothes my panic, just a little bit.

"Where are we?" I ask Liam, who has his hand tapping out a crazy rhythm on his knee. "Like, which country? I'm guessing Europe? Or.....yeah, that's all I've got."

I feel Zayn chuckle and Liam pats my knee "Close. We're in Germany." He says slowly his eyes looking down.

Oh. Germany. Shit.

And now that I'm slightly panicked. I notice the cars gone quiet. And I self-consciously still my humming. And suddenly the carpet floor seem to be the most interesting thing in the world. I feel like I've done something wrong. I just don't know what.

"What were you humming, just then?" Harry's voice breaks through the silence and I'm surprised to find him turned around looking at me. His voice trailing like he was going to say something else, but he stopped himself.

I glance up surprised. I hadn't expected them to hear me. "Uh, I don't know, really. I've just got this beat in my head." I say as my heart starts pounding for no reason. "Nothing, I guess." Harry smiles at me gently before he turns around and starts whispering at Louis again. My hand moves on its own and grabs Liam's. I lace our fingers together and squeeze, a bit harder than I had meant to because Liam's then bringing me flush to his side. He kisses my head and coos.

"Everything's fine Beth." He gently tugs at my hair and I let go of a long held sigh. I try to relax, and I do pretty well until we pull up and i'm suddenly being blinded by bright flashes and there's a lot of yelling.

“Just keep your head down and keep walking,” Paul says from the front of the car before he gets out. I nod gulping back because I know that order is specifically directed at me, and I'm feeling like I've just gotten reprimanded. I scramble out of the door after Liam, and gratefully I grab his offered hand. Just as I'm wondering if I'm meant to reach out for Harry, but I guess not because Harry appears at my other side with a hand on my back and Liam steering in front, we make our way past their fans as their bodyguards try to shield us as best they can. And I'm shaking. Because the girls are rabid and loud and pushy and fuck.