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Hey Jude I & II

Fight Or Flight



I’m glad I took a Tylenol before leaving the room, these cramps have come in full swing and I can’t afford to be distracted today. Not on my day back. Harry and I get dropped off at the back entrance of the stadium, past the fans that have camped outside but the concert isn’t till tomorrow. I hear music scattered, individual instruments pounding and strumming, while voices talk and sing short verses.

“Who’s that practicing?” I ask Harry as we turn in the hallway.

“That’s the 5 Seconds of Summer lads. They’re joinin’ this leg of the tour.”

I nod wondering how I missed this bit of information. We walk into the dressing room and Harry is quickly summoned by the dressing crew, confirming his outfits for the concerts. Billy is sitting on his own, tuning his guitar with Niall. I wish he knew about Linda, but it’s not my place. Or is it?

I hear muffling escalating into sporadic shouts, but when I search around I can’t detect what direction it’s coming from. How does everyone look so calm? I then spot Louis pressing his ear against a door and Liam is right beside him bright eyed. Louis pushes Liam to the side and takes out his phone, pretending to be distracted. The door swings open and Zac storms out scanning the room with flared nostrils.

I’m standing in the middle of the room, worried, and a bit surprised at his appearance. He realizes my alarm and looks away, returning to the room. I get a glance of Kaycee before the door closes. Oh no.
There’s chatter coming from the opposite direction, I’m making my way to the couch when I see Lou and Troy. His hair is wet and brown. Lou pats his shoulder and gives him a thumbs up. When she sees me her smile grows and I’m greeted with opens her arms.

“Glad to see you again, doll!”

“You too! Where’s Lux?”

“With Tom, her dad, they’ll be here tomorrow.”

“And you, a brunette now?” I smile at Troy.

“Born brunette, thanks-“

Troy’s interrupted by the banging of the door and Kaycee’s short cry. My chest tightens when I see Zac pick up his feet and sprint towards us. Things are happening too fast and slow at the same time. I hear the guys shout "get back" and someone grabs my arm to pull me out of the way while I watch Zac push Troy into the other room.

Liam, Louis and one of the guards rush in after them. I hear Zac yell something but all I understand is “Fucked her” and Louis telling them to settle down. I look behind me to see one of the wardrobe ladies still holding on to my arm. Harry rushes in with the rest of the guys and then I freeze at the sound of a hammered blow. Lou covers her mouth, eyes almost bulging out of her thin face. She saw it.

“Get the fuck off me! I’m done!” Zac stomps out of the room with the guard and Billy at his side. “Whore!”

He shouts at Kaycee, now crying against the door frame of their previous room, before he exits.
I peek inside the locker room and see Troy on the floor. Harry approaches him with a ball of toilet paper and Niall helps Troy to sit up.

“Easy mate, your nose is bleeding,” Louis warns.

Liam is standing with his hands resting on his head in shock while Harry talks to Troy. I can’t hear what he’s saying but I see Troy lower his head with the tissue against his nose, eyes lost and frightened.

“Don’t just stand there, Liam, get the lad some ice!” Louis orders.

I snap out of my daze and scurry in to kneel beside Troy. He manages a crooked smile and I shake my head slowly with the utmost empathy.

“You think he found out?” he chuckles in pain.

“I think so. Do you need anything?”

“Can you get some more tissues?” Harry adds. “Should I ask what this was about, though, I might have an idea. . .”

I come back with the whole paper roll and see Billy enter the room.

“He left. . . You okay?”

Troy nods and replaces the bloody paper with a new one.

“Is it broken?” Billy continues. I scowl at his smirk, he’s not concerned for his bandmate at all.

Troy shrugs and Harry reminds him to lower his head again. Liam returns with a baggie of ice and Kaycee finally shows up.

“I’m sorry, Troy,” her voice squeaks. I can’t stand the sight of her and her cousin.

“I don’t think he’s coming back guys. He was pretty pissed off. I don’t care what you guys did, but if he doesn’t come back before our show tomorrow. . .” Billy shakes his head.

“Why don’t you show more concern for your hurt friend before jumpin’ to any assumptions.” Harry stands and clenches his jaw in disappointment.

“I am. I asked how he was, but I’m also wondering what the fuck we’re going to do tomorrow!” He shouts unnecessarily and Kaycee walks out.

“Easy, easy lads. Let’s not start another round.” Louis interjects.

“I’m fine! It’s pretty boy here who’s talking too much.”

“What?” Harry scowls. “Get your priorities straight, man.”

“My priorities?! You don’t know shit about me!” His laugh is like acid.

I fear I know what’s troubling Harry.

“Grow up. And if you’re not gonna tend to your mate then just leave.”

“Grow-I'd punch you too, but I don’t hit women,” Billy flashes his middle finger and turns around to leave.

“I’d rather your child think he’s a bastard than know you as his father!”

I gasp at Harry’s harshness. I know he’s mad but that was a lousy way to reveal the news. It wasn’t his secret to tell.

“What did you just say?!”

The guard comes back and asks Billy to leave.

“No, what did you say? What did he say?!” Billy’s eyes dart for mine, wanting an answer. But I take a deep breath and look down.


I tag along with Lou. Turns out Troy’s nose isn’t broken. He goes back to his hotel after getting checked while the rest of his band has yet to answer their phones. I’m worried for everyone, mainly Troy. I wait in a separate room as Harry and the rest of the boys are being interviewed over the radio. Once finished, we’re off to another studio for a prerecorded talk show and another promotion interview for Radio 1’s Big Weekend.

On the ride to the next location, my phone chimes with a direct message.

@truekat1D
I hope you and Harry worked things out. The scandal is all over the news! Did you see the previous link I sent you?

I forgot my twitter “friend” sent me that dreadful video. She probably had good intentions but, like Harry says, I shouldn’t waste my time with the media.

@strawberryfieldsforjude
Yes, all is fine. Don’t believe everything you see. Thanks for caring :)


Our car pulls next to a building and I already see the guys being ushered through the side door. I make a dash for the bathroom to freshen up on my own monthly dilemma then find Lou. She’s already working on Zayn’s makeup while Harry and Niall gobble on sandwiches before their turn.

Harry smiles at me with full cheeks, sitting on a stool and looking content as can be. He’s put this morning behind him and I guess I should too. But there’s a tiny factor, a selfish one. If this band breaks up, what will happen with me? I can’t just escort Harry everywhere without a proper job. I’ll feel so useless.

Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.

“I have a mission for you,” Harry says after wiping his mouth on a napkin.

“I’m listening. . .”

“There’s been a change of plans. Gemma arrives tomorrow and I’d like to treat the both of you to some shoppin’. . . for dresses.”

“What’s wrong with my dresses?”

“Nothin’,” he chuckles and twirls his hand in the air. “That’s why I said treatin’. You dress lovely, I just thought it would be somethin’ nice for you to do together, while we rehearse.”

“You’re being sneaky . . . what’s the special occasion?”

“Me, sneaky? Never.” It’s hard to believe Harry when he sports that sly grin. “We’re goin’ to a weddin’.”

“Har-ry!” Lou calls. Harry kisses my forehead and skips off to the makeup seat.

Wedding huh? Well, I’ll be happy to see Gemma again.


@truekat1D
Hey, someone posted this image somewhere.

I click on the thumbnail but can’t understand the picture. All I see is brown hair.

@strawberryfieldsforjude
Why would I be interested in a picture of hair?

@truekat1D
Because it’s Harry.

I scrunch my nose, confused. What? Ignoring the message, I’m about to stick my phone in my purse when it chimes again.

@truekat1D
Sorry, wrong picture. This is the one. . .



@strawberryfieldsforjude
Listen, I appreciate you sending me all these things but I’m not interested in Googled images of Harry sleeping.


It’s time for the boys to join the show hosts on the stage. I watch on the monitors from the back, gripping my phone in case I should get another message; I switched my phone on vibrate. There’s a small audience, mainly young girls gawking. I can’t blame them.

My hands vibrates.

@truekat1D
This is not from Google, Jude. And there’s more…


I roll my eyes and log off; I’m done with Twitter right now. I try calling Kaycee and Billy but still no answer. I text Troy to see how he’s feeling and he texts back that Billy said they’ll be ready for soundcheck tomorrow. I hope so.

I spend the rest of the evening resting on any seat I can find. The cramps haven’t given up nor has my heavy flow. There’s no chance Harry and I will be experimenting with anything tonight. I just want a hot shower and to lay down with a warm towel over my abdomen.

At night we return to the hotel and it’s time for Harry’s workout routine with his trainer. I gladly disappear back to our room. No longer needing to fake a smile, I cringe at my soreness and walk slower. The shower helps and so does the heated towel, only I’m not looking forward to shopping with a bloated belly tomorrow.

I check my phone one last time and see missed calls from Troy. I eagerly dial back to see what’s so important.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Zac left,” Troy says with a heavy sigh.

“What do you mean, the band?”

“Yeah, I guess. He called Billy before his next flight home.”


Notes

A/N: Chapter Playlist

Maybe Next May -Secrets

Screaming Infidelities -Dashboard Confessional

Drown -Front Porch Step


P.S. I've updated the cast photos
Hope everyone enjoys the long weekend.

Comments

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6/15/16

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6/14/16

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6/14/16

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5/3/16