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Brina’s POV:

“Brina!” I heard a husky voice shout, regaining my previously lost attention. I turned to my left and saw Harry’s smiling face, his chin resting on my shoulder and he tightened his grasp around my waist. “You alright, love?” He teased.

I shakily chuckled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m good. Just spacey.”

His eyebrows furrowed and his expression soon turned concerned. “What were you thinking about?”

I sighed, averting my eyes and focusing on my fiddling fingers. “Vienna.” I paused. “I just-I need to see her again, Harry. I need to know she’s safe. It’s weird but ever since Jake… I feel… protective over her. I couldn’t save Jake but I feel like I need to keep Vienna safe because her loved one is gone because of me.” I admitted.

“Brina,” He started, his jaw clenching a bit. “It’s not your fault. How many times to people need to tell you that his death isn’t your fault?” He rhetorically asked but I kept silent. He sighed and continued. “As for Vienna, the police are trying. They really are and… And we’re going to find her. Okay, it’s going to be okay.”

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Of course, I’ll be ending it so cruelly that I gotta clean up the messes made…..

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Brina’s POV:

- 2 Weeks Later –

2 weeks have gone by since Vienna went missing. The police are trying to find out where Max lives. Max is ‘Cody’s’ real name. Max Milton. The police had somehow found some DNA and indentified him. Now they’re just trying to find out where the son-of-a-bitch lives. They believe my idea on Max taking Vienna because he was using a false name all together, making his case as a suspect stronger.

I’ve been trying really hard to cope with everything, everyone has. Especially Liam.

Liam’s so worried about her, it literally seems like he’s going to combust from the stress he’s giving himself over her. He was the only person who had seen Max so he had to identify him for the police. To say Liam was pissed when he found out it was Max that could have took her was a huge understatement.

“I knew that fucker was bloody trouble.”, were his exact words.

Lana had told me everything in this time. She told me from Niall cheating to how she ended up naked with Zayn. To be honest, I couldn’t blame her. I would’ve done the same thing, but that was mostly because I was a spiteful person. He had it coming, even though the look on his face was unbearable when he saw Zayn and Lana together. There was so much pain, so much hurt, but then again, Lana was in his position just a day ago before him.

Speaking of Niall, I hadn’t seen him much since the whole incident. I’ve seen him once or twice at Liam’s house but that was it. He didn’t really look happy anymore, he looked miserable actually. He didn’t talk when I saw him, only nodded to acknowledge my presence.

I hadn’t seen Relli as well. I was actually a little mad at them both in the beginning but Lana had convinced me to be easy on Relli and not kill her. She explained to me how Relli could’ve misunderstood her relationship with Niall because everyone had thought that she didn’t really care about him; which had obviously changed drastically.

Lana had spent a few days shedding her tears in the beginning. She missed Niall, the plain comfort and love from him, as what she had told me. I couldn’t blame her, Niall treated her like a princess but then he had to act like a fool and do something horrible to hurt her.

Lana and Zayn spend more time together now, but they are more friends than anything. There’s no more spark in Lana’s eyes when she sees him, only pure platonic feelings. She’s lost her interest in Zayn romantically and only sees him as a shoulder to lean on, mostly because they’re going through the same thing at the same time.

Zayn on the other hand was bitter about the situation. He couldn’t stand being near Relli anymore. He didn’t like to even look at her. She’d just duck her head down and try not to cry from Zayn’s icy glares. He’s completely livid about the situation, and I understand why. He really loved her, and I think he still does but he won’t let that get in the way anymore. He knows that he can’t really be with her, truly.

I usually try to comfort Relli, and sometimes Lana joins me. Relli nonstop apologizes to Lana. She keeps reassuring her that she’s forgiven but Relli never seems to get the message. But Lana doesn’t mind, that way she knows that Relli is actually sorry. Lana had apologized as well, for sleeping with Zayn. Relli accepted because she knew that she had it coming.

Right now, Relli was at my house and Lana was watching some TV show. Relli’s been a little lonely, since Zayn had moved out the second he could. Her parents had come back from their business trip but they were on another one. They were constantly gone, usually 4 times a week. She has a good relationship with her parents, but she’s learned to get on without them.

“Hey Brina?” I heard Relli’s soft voice whisper.                                    

“Yeah?”

“Can I tell you something? You might slap me or something but I really hope you don’t…” She trailed, fiddling with her painted finger nails.

“It depends but go on, let’s find out if your information is slap worthy.” I teased, nudging her a bit to lighten the mood.

She chuckled slightly. “Well, uhm… I didn’t really know before the whole, erm-incident but I-I think… I think I might like Zayn… And not Niall. But it’s too late.” She softly said, her head down in shame from her previous actions with Niall. “He hates me.” She muttered, a tear rolling down her cheek.

My heart slightly ached at her crying. She wouldn’t stop; she was sadly one of those girls who cry a lot. Lana cries but not so much, only when things really hurt her but she eventually stops. Where as Relli… Well, she tends to cry every time she thinks about it.

I pulled her in for a side huge and she clutched at my shirt, sobbing into my shoulder. Lana looked over and furrowed her eyebrows. I sent her a look saying ‘I’ll tell you later’. She nodded and continued to watch her show. “Look,” I started to rub her back. “I won’t lie. What you guys did was really bad. And Zayn is completely devastated and really angry but… You hurt him a lot. I can’t say he’ll take you back because I wouldn’t and you know-Zayn and I are very alike. But you have to move on, at least try to. You’ve been crying for 2 weeks, you need to stay strong, Relli.” I comforted, sorta.

I didn’t want to tell her a lie and say that Zayn will take her back because it looked far from it, actually. He looked like he’d rather dump her in a trash bin and leave her. It’s a really cruel look but I guess he has the right. I can’t judge, I’m not him, I don’t know what he’s thinking.

“It’s hard to stay strong when you always see the boy you like so much practically killing you with his eyes.” She whispers, sniffling and gripping my tee.

“I know, but you’ll pull through. One day, Zayn will forgive you but it will take time.”

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Drew and I were driving to his ‘hangout’ to finally get the sucker a girlfriend. The girl must be approved by me and not a slut, a bitch, or a horrid human being such as Alaina.

I decided to look semi nice because Harry had told me that he was taking us out this evening and the weather had been fairly nice.

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Of course when I said nice, I didn’t mean a pretty little skirt or anything. Harry said not to dress up because it was casual.

“How ya holdin’ up, B?” Drew asked, eyes concentrated on the road.

“I’m surviving. There’s nothing I can do about… Well, anything. I’m trying to live normal because this is my last week in London but… I don’t know what’s going to happen. I’m leaving on Sunday but it’ll be so hard to let this all go, you know? I didn’t ever think my summer would turn out like this. I was expecting a normal, typical summer. No relationships, no newfound friendships, no drama. But of course, karma being a bitch and all decided to go against my wishes and create the exact opposite.” I admitted. Even though this summer was great, it was just going to make everything harder to leave. Plus, the drama was so much. This kind of summer was one in a million.

“I’m really sorry, B. I know how much you hate drama. And I know it’ll be hard to leave everyone but you’ll be alright, you always are.” Drew sent me a quick smile before focusing back on the road.

“I don’t know if I’ll be alright. I mean, I almost died because my mind has literally gone mental. One of my now close friends has been kidnapped. Somebody had committed,” I took a deep breath, the memories and guilt rushing back. “Suicide over me. And the worst of all? Harry.”

Drew furrowed his eyebrows. “Harry? The worst?”

I nodded my head. “I’ll miss him so much. It’ll hurt to leave him,” I spoke. “I’ve almost spent every day with him and now, I’ll be going back to Colorado and everyone will be so different. I feel like a part of me would be missing, not having the boys around. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten so close to them, I knew that I would regret it because I would just have to go back home but… I was stupid and actually let my emotions control my mind for the second time in my life.” My heart ached in pain just thinking about it, my head whizzing around for ideas on what’ll happen in the near future.

“Second time? What was the first?”

“You.” I answered simply. I saw Drew’s face twist into a sly smirk, causing me to roll my eyes and smack his arm. “Let’s not get cocky now.” I mocked.

He shrugged his shoulders and laughed a bit.

We were finally at his place. It was sort of a park but it had a huge bridge and under the bridge was some rocks and grass, a sort of secret but not so secret meadow of some sort. It was a pretty site, mellow.

I saw at least 10 people around there, obviously friends. They turned their heads towards Drew and I and I couldn’t sworn, I saw a couple eyes drop and look me over. Bleh, boys will be boys, I guess.

I saw one girl look at me skeptically and I shrugged it off. “Guys,” Drew said, standing in front of the group. “This is my best friend, Brina. But you can just call her Bambi.” He teased as the group chuckled.

I gave him a menacing glare then looked at the group. “No, you cannot call me Bambi, everyone called me that in freshman year. Let’s not relive it, please.” I said jokingly, causing the group to chuckle, once again.

“Wait,” The girl who was looking at me weirdly said. “Aren’t you Harry Styles’ girlfriend?” She questioned.

I smiled awkwardly and Drew tensed a bit. I nodded shyly. I didn’t like the attention from everyone noticing me as ‘Harry’s girl’. Frankly, the attention was unwanted and I didn’t want to deal with crazy fans. I was hoping this crazy wasn’t one of them when I spoke. “Ha, yeah…”

Her eyes widened. “I knew it!” She exclaimed, running up to me, getting her bright brown eyes right in my face. “Oh my God, you’re so lucky, and pretty, no wonder you’re his girl! But I would’ve thought you were Zayn’s because you guys look really good together…” She said frantically.

I laughed loudly and clapped my hands. “Honey, Zayn and I only look good together because we’re the same race.”

She looked shocked at my bluntness at shook her head furiously. “No! Well, yeah but you and Harry look really great, too! Oh my God, you have to tell me,” She squealed a bit. “Is he a good kisser? Is he good in the sack? How big is he? Oh my God, he must be amazing with those big hands of h-”

I cut her off. “Woah! You’re getting really into detail…” I chuckled awkwardly. “Let’s uh-not talk about that. In fact, let’s not talk about Harry!” I desperately wanted to change subject because this girl was scaring me on how much she wanted to know. It was even more awkward because we haven’t even had sex yet. Much to my dismay. But Harry won’t allow it until we love each other. And we both know that won’t happen.

“Ha, sorry…” She scratched the back of her neck. “I just, I get really excited over One Direction. I’m one of those girls. Sorry for making you uncomfortable. I’m Shayna.” She smiled sheepishly and I gave her a smile back and a nod.

“It’s cool. And you already know my name.” I teased. I got a good look at this girl. She was jaw droppingly gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. And she’s nice. And she seems genuine. So, looks like Brina Shanti has found her best friend’s new girlfriend.

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I gave a look to Drew and wriggled my eyebrows. He knew what I was indicating and started to blush. Yes, he likes this girl, too, I thought.

Mission begins now.

Vienna’s POV:

I woke up from the soft mattress. I was still sore from last night. I refused to cuddle with ‘Cody’, or more known as Max, during the movie last night. With this, he got mad and decided to kick me in the ribs a couple of times before basically forcing me upon his lap.

The boy was driving me insane. He’d always act creepily sweet and kind to me but the minute I refuse to do or say anything romantic towards him, he’s goes ballistic and insane, abusing me and getting his way in the end.

I have bruises everywhere. It’s hard to walk without falling. But now, I can’t escape with this pain coursing through my body. I can’t run nor hide, and he knows that. He takes satisfaction that he’s made me completely stuck with him; dependent on him to bring me food and help me walk to certain places.

I turned over to see his set of clothes he’s laid out for me. He makes me dress like a whore. Always such revealing clothing, making me feel so degraded and low. I don’t wear makeup, not wanting to impress the sick bastard, but he still makes me style my hair in certain ways because it makes me look ‘sexy even though I’m always beautiful’.

I cringed at the words that flow from his mouth.

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He also makes me wear high heels so I can’t run away from him. He knows I have trouble walking in heels themselves, let alone running away from him.

There was a note lying beside the disgusting clothing.

“Baby, wear your hair down. I love running my fingers through your soft blond hair. I love you, breakfast is waiting.

Xxxxxxx Max”

I ripped the note and put on my stripper costume.

Walking carefully downstairs, I felt sharp pains through my ribcage with every step I took. I was so relieved when I had made it to the bottom of the stairs, rushing to sit on the table chair.

“Good morning, my beautiful girl.” I heard Max coo in my ear, his hand on the bare flesh of my back, making me shudder in disgust.

I swallowed and shook away my pride, not wanting to get another beating for not being respectful. “Morning.” I muttered.

Max frowned and took his seat beside me, his hand resting on my thigh. I shifted my leg to get away from him but he gripped the skin harshly, making me whimper in pain and give up.

I scarfed down my French toast, hoping to disgust him so he would leave me alone. He was staring at me intently, smiling in admiration. He leaned closer and pecked my cheek multiple times, as if he was trying to get a reaction. He frowned. “You used to blush when I kissed you, love.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, then you kidnapped me and beat me to a bloody pulp.” I snapped, anger lacing my voice.

His hand raised and when I thought he was going to hit me, he didn’t. Instead, his fingers gently stroked my cheek and his eyes were soft, making me look at his flawless but horrid face. “I hate hurting you. But you need to learn. You need to get used to me because you are never leaving me, Vienna. I love you and one day, you will love me back.” He said softly, as if he was absolutely sure that my love would be returned when in reality, only more hatred would come.

“You’re insane. I will never love you. I hate you and I always will, you pig.” I seethed, forgetting about my physical pain and channeling in on my emotion pain.

Anger flashed his eyes and he gripped my wrist as tightly as he could. “That’s it! I think it’s time we become… One.” He now smirked as he leaned closer.

I cowered in fear. “W-what do you mean…?” One? What does that even mean?

He grinned and leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as I whimpered, wishing I could push him away and run, never looking back. “You’re legs will be so sore tomorrow, you won’t be able to walk a step.”

My eyes widened when he told me this. He was going to take it, I thought, He’s going to take my virginity.

“No,” I gasped, my voice quite with fear. “No, no, no, please!” I begged.

He shook his head, grabbing my waist and hauling me over his shoulder. I kicked and screamed but he was completely unfazed.

He dropped me onto the bed back in ‘my room’. “I’ll get you to love me, one way or another.” He chuckled darkly before coming closer to me. Each one of his steps causing my heart rate to quicken and my tears to flow down my cheeks like a continuous waterfall.

That was the day Max Milton took my innocence.

Brina’s POV:

“Shayn’s hot.” I said, getting into Drew’s car. We’d just got done hanging out and my plan was working very smoothly for Drayna (Drew&Shayna).

“She’s not lesbian, if that’s what you’re hoping.” Drew teased.

I smacked his arm. “Shut up,” I giggled. “You guys were nonstop talking! She’s so into you! I swear, she was blushing every second… And so were you!”

“I did not blush.” Drew said, his face serious. “I was simply smiling and my cheeks started to turn pink because of the weather.”

I scoffed. “Pfft, yeah right. It’s warm outside, not cold, therefore the weather was not the cause for you tinted face, Dweeb.”

He rolled his eyes. “Alright, I give up,” He started the car. “She is hot. And nice, sweet. I think I like her, I guess. I mean, not fully but it might be getter there.”

“Drew’s gonna get a girlfriend and it’s all thanks to meeeee because I got her to talk to youuuuuuuuu.” I sang, my voice changing from high to low to high.

“Yeah, yeah.” He shook his head. “It’s weird, she’s like, the complete opposite of you but I still find her attractive. Inside and out, as corny as that sounds.” I cringed at the corniness but smiled nonetheless.

“Good, you need someone not like me.” Shayna was the opposite. For one, she was girly; skirts and all. Two, she was shy and not blunt. And three, she just looked different and acted different. Drew needed someone to get his mind off me and not remind him of me.  

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“Harry Styles, why won’t you tell me where you’re fucking taking me?” I demanded. He had blind folded me before we’d gotten into his car and is now walking me somewhere. From what I can tell, it’s an outdoorsy place; you could smell the fresh air and the greenery, the breeze hitting your face and the sound of quiet crickets clicking away.

“I won’t tell you until we’re there. A few more minutes, love.” He chuckled. I huffed and continued to walk. Soon enough, he stopped walking and his hands were on my shoulders, I felt his presence behind my back, his curls tickling my cheek as he spoke in my ear, sending electricity to spark down my spine. “We’re here.” His hands skillfully untied the blind fold quickly and lifted it off my eyes.

I gasped.

He had taken me to the place where we’d gone our first date. The lake. Where I had shared the first personal story him. The place that had brought back such happy memories, such importance to my life. He remembered, and he brought us back here because he knows that it has meaning to me. “Harry,” I smiled. “Thank you.” I turned around and hugged the life out of him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I pulled down on his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss to make my stomach flip. We pulled away, smiling like corny couples.

“I kind of thought this was our place, you know. It was when you agreed to be my girlfriend and when you shared your first personal story with me. It was a great night, love.” He spoke. “I just wanted us to come back here before you… Erm-leave.” His eyes were now sad but he tried to shake it off with a small smile.

I smiled back and pecked his lips twice, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Cmon,” I nodded over to the lake and indicated that I wanted to go closer.

He nodded and flashed a grin, making his dimples sink into his cheeks. I poked the left one, giggling a bit as Harry rolled his eyes, keeping the smile on his face, though. “You’re obsessed with my dimples.”

“No,” I drew out. “I’m obsessed with your face. You’re just so pwetty.”

Harry laughed loudly and buried his face into the crook of my neck, holding me tighter, clutching my shirt as if I was going to disappear if he let go. He breathed in deeply as his laughter stopped, pressing his lips onto my throat before nuzzling his nose even further. “You smell good.” He grinned, causing me to giggle.

“You do, too, Mr. Channel.” I teased, kissing his exposed collar bone and lightly gripping the hem of his white tee.

“God, I’m going to miss this.” He whispered. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“Same here,” I sighed. “What are we going to do, Harry?”

“What do you mean?” He mumbled into my shoulder, placing another set of sweet kisses on the flesh.

“You’re famous,” I whispered. “You’ll be out on tour, we’ll barely see each other… I know you’ll get lonely and you know, want certain company… I don’t blame you, pretty girls will be throwing themselves at you and yo-” I rambled but Harry cut me off sternly, pulling away from me and gripping my shoulders, making me look him in the eye.

“No,” He spoke harshly. “No, Brina. I know where you’re going with this. I will never cheat on you and I don’t want to end us because of some stupid tour. We will make it work, I promise, love. Trust, okay, trust me. Just put your trust in me and I won’t disappoint you. Please.” His eyes were soft and pleading, begging me to just say yes.

So I did, even though I didn’t trust him completely. I was taking a chance, praying that I wouldn’t be heartbroken by the end of the day. “Okay,” I whispered. He cupped my jaw, pressing his lips softly onto mine and giving me a slow and lingering kiss, spilling out all emotions into it as did I. He pulled away, keeping his hands cupping my face and his thumb stroking my right cheek. “Okay, Harry. Please don’t let me down. Don’t make me regret this.” I begged.

He nodded. “Never.”

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Zayn’s POV:

I don’t really regret sleeping with Lana. She’s fit, yeah, but it was more about spite and lust than feelings. I knew she felt the same, we talked about it. I even searched her face so I could tell if she was telling the truth, saying she completely agrees with me.

Relli deserved it. She deserved the pain she put me through. Even though, every time I see her cry or that pain in her eyes, I just want to comfort her and help her but then I remember that she put me through the same thing.

She knew I liked her, loved her, love her. She knows that, it’s completely obvious. I know it is, and I know she knows. Yet, she threw me away like I meant nothing. And that’s all I’ll even mean to her, nothing.

“Zayn?” I heard a familiar Irish accent whisper. I felt the anger and annoyance course through my veins. How dare he come into my fucking room.

“The fuck do you want, Horan?” I spat, not even glancing at him.

“Please, man,” He begged. “Just talk to me. I-I’m sorry, okay! I’m so fucking sorry!” He exclaimed, stepping closer.

I snapped my head towards him and gave him a menacing glare. “Do not come any closer. I will not hesitate to slam my fist into your nose.” I threatened.

Niall looked at me incredulously. “You’re the one who slept with the woman I love!” He was starting to get angry as well.

“You obviously didn’t love her enough to give her what she deserved!” I retorted, standing up from my bed and facing him completely.

“It was more complicated than that!” He yelled, pulling his hair as his eyes watered. I was taken aback. I didn’t think he would start to cry. I knew he was trying to control it and not let them spill in front of me but I felt a slight pang of guilt in my chest at the pain that he was in right now. “I-I didn’t know what I wanted at the time, before I knew it was Lana…” He trailed quietly, letting a tear slip down his cheek. “I-I love her, and she will never feel the same. God, I’m so fucking stupid.” He muttered, more to himself, regret and misery coating his voice heavily. He looked me in the eye as I was speechless. “You have to understand that it was the worst decision of my life, Zayn. I’ve never regretted something so much. I was confused. And now I’m left in the dirt… But,” He chuckled bitterly. “I guess I deserve it, right? Karma got me good.” His voice was in a whisper, cracking as the tears were flowing freely down his red cheeks and he sniffled.

I was about to comfort him but then I remembered that I had to stand my ground, no matter how much pain my ‘former’ best mate was in. “Was she good?” I seethed.

Niall looked up at me with questioning eyes. “W-what?”

I rolled my eyes and huffed. “Was Relli good in bed? Is that why you did it?” I spat, my voice rising louder with each word.

“I never slept with her, Zayn.” He concluded with confidence. My eyes widened a bit as I looked at his face, searching his eyes for truth. And I found nothing but it. He was telling the truth. He never slept with her.

I mean, kissing and stuff is bad but sleeping with someone else would have been so much worse. I thought that they had sex, but they didn’t. Which made me think-Is this as bad as I’m making it? I mean, Niall regrets it more than anything, it’s definite. So should I forgive him? I mean, I’m in a band with the lad, I always have to be with him.

I ran my hand through my hair and sighed in frustration. “Niall, I’m not going to lie.” I started. “You’re a dick and you pulled a douche move.” Niall looked down, ashamed and nodded, a tear slipping his eye as he fiddled with his fingers. “I just-I need time. I don’t know how long but, just know… I’ll eventually forgive you.”

Niall looked at me and his eyes had lit up. He wasn’t smiling with his lips, but he was smiling with his eyes. He nodded and walked out of my room, leaving me to myself.

I sat on my bed and started to think about everything. 

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