I'm Torn Between Three (One Direction Love Story)

Chapter 15. My Adventure Starts Now...

Dev's POV:

"Dev, wakeup. Wake up." I heard Harry say urgently as he shook me. I fluttered my eyes open and saw a worried Harry looking at me with his precious green eyes. His brown curls flopped down next to his face. "Huh? What's wrong?" I asked with my raspy tired voice. "You were having a nightmare." He said cupping my bruised cheek. I slightly winced at his touch but I don't think he noticed. I sat up and rubbed my face. "Oh, okay." I said barely able to look at him without squinting. "Are you alright?" He asked. "Yeah, just knackered." I yawned. "It's 10:00, how can you be tired?" He asked sitting down next to me. "I don't know." I lied. That whole thing that happened at night was absolutely tiring. I even had a dream about that fight. It was weird and morbid. The man that I fought in real life turned into my father and I actually murdered him. I shook my head lightly trying not to remember details. "What do you want for breakfast?" He asked ordering room service."Nothing, I'm not hungry." I said putting my head in my hands. "Oh come on babe. You haven't ate a proper meal in two days." He said. "Please Harry, I'm not hungry." I said firmly. "Well, don't be shy to tell me when you are." He said. I nodded my head trying to relax. There was a brief moment of silence before Harry kissed my head randomly. "So what does my little kitten want to do today?" He asked. I sat back in the sofa and rested my arm over my eyes. "Nothing." I muttered. "C'mon Dev, let's do something. I don't like seeing you so down and depressed." He said. I could feel him get closer to me. "I'm not down or depressed. I'm just really really tired. I don't think I have energy to do anything at all." I sighed. "Are you sure you're not sick? It sounds like you are." He said. "I'm not sick, but thanks for asking." I said. "What can I do to make you smile or happy? Or actually do something? I'm so bored Dev." He whined. "I don't know. Harry, why don't you play or talk with the other boys right now? I'm really not in the mood for anything." I said. "I barely talked to them. And I want to hang out with you." He said pouting with those puppy dog eyes. "I feel like I'm dying." I mumbled. This migraine that I'm having his killing me and I can't even really focus on what Harry's saying. I could feel him get off the sofa and go somewhere in my room. The sound of his footsteps were the only thing that filled the air along with the sound of pill bottle shaking. He plopped down next me and I could feel a smile on his face. "Give me your hand." He said. I gave him my hand that wasn't covering my eyes and he put two pills in it. "This will take the pain away." He said. I took my arm off my eyes and looked down at the medicine. I then looked at him with a weak smile. I popped them in my mouth and drank it down with the water that Harry gave me. He pulled me onto his lap and I snuggled into him. "I love you." I sighed closing my eyes and embracing his smell and touch. He wrapped his arms around me and hummed a lovely melody.

"Do you want to get into bed sweetheart?" He asked. I nodded my head and he carried me to the bedroom. He placed me in the bed and he got in with me even though he was fulled clothed to start the day. "Harry." I said. "Yes, dear." He replied. "Can I have something to eat?" I asked as I felt my stomach start cramping up. My stomach was literally eating itself. He laughed. "Sure, what do you want?" He asked. "Anything. My stomach is eating itself." I said. He chuckled. "Alright. I'll be right back." He gave me a sweet kiss on the lips and got off the bed. He left the room leaving me laying on the bed holding my stomach. After a moment of silence, my phone started to vibrate in my pocket. I groaned and took the phone out of my pocket. I checked the caller ID and say Simon calling. I picked up and cleared my throat. "Hi Simon, How are you?" I asked. "Hello, I'm just fine. Thanks for asking. How about you darling?" He asked. "I'm good." I said simply. "That's great. I was wondering if you could come over to where I am. I want some associates of mine to hear your voice." He said cheerly. "Ermm...alright. Just have a piano there ready for me." I said. "Okay, great! A limo will be there to pick you up. See you." He said. "Bye." I hung up and groaned even louder. I didn't want to say no because it's Simon freaking Cowell but I really don't feel in the mood. I rolled out of bed and made my way to my suitcase. I put on some black jeans and looked for a descent shirt. As I looked for one, I got distracted and stared at the scars on my forearms. I trailed my fingers on my marked skin tearing up. I sighed as I grabbed my stomach and started to pinch the fat. "Another battle scar." I mumbled to myself as I touched the wrapped up wound as it caused me alittle pain. I heard a noise come from either the door or living room so I quickly threw on a tank top and on top of that I put on a white T-shirt with my blue jacket that had a white zipper. I put on my black and white Vans and put on some light makeup after doing my hair in curls. I took a deep breath and walked out of the bedroom through the living room and out to the hall. "Dev!" I heard Liam yell. I barely took one step out the door and I already have some trouble coming my way. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I went down to the lobby and there's a flood of people out there all calling for you." He said in a rush. "What?! Why?" I asked now in panic mode. "I don't know. But there's reporters and papparazi everywhere." He said. "I'll see what's going on. And by the way, did you tell anyone about the y'know?" I asked hinting to my wounds. "No." He said simply. "Good. I'll see you later Liam." I said patting him on the shoulder and walking in a rush. Before I could pass the boys' room I hear, "Hey Dev, come here." Niall said walking out of his room. I did as I was told and came into the room where everyone was sat.