**CHRISTINA'S POV**
When I awoke I remembered the night before. I had let my deepest secret go, and I felt oddly free of barriers, I wouldn't have to watch what I said or did, wouldn't have to watch how timid I would act around the boys, they'd understand. I wouldn't have to be afraid that Harry would see the scars, that anyone would see the scars when I went swimming. I was 100% free, at least at Harry's I was. When I had to go home, it would be a whole different story. I forced that thought out of my head, and satisfied myself with the thought that I may not have to go back to school, I could do singing and get homeschooled. That would make Harry happy, for me to be with him. That was my best idea ever, I could do this.
"Harry, Harry, babe, we smell like sex and tears," I said, shaking him awake.
"What does it matter?" Harry grumbled, smiling up at the ceiling with his eyes closed.
"Because I want to shower," I hinted.
"You know where it is," he was being thick-skulled.
"Fine, make me shower alone," I said, pretending to be mad and grabbing my towel. I stomped off to the bathroom and closed the door.
"You're a really good actress," Harry said, opening the door.
"I know, hop in, it's warm," I said and jumped into the running water. Harry chuckled and got in with me, he started washing my hair and it was strangely errotic. We finished showering, me resisting with a chuckle everytime he tried to make a move. This was fun, tempting him like that. He groaned constantly, especially when I got down on my knees and started washing his legs, that was the best part of the shower. I laughed and hopped out and put a towel around me.
I walked into his room and started singing as I got ready.
"You're not exactly the kind of boy I can bring home to my mama
But what she don't know won't hurt her
You're so controlling, so demanding
Like to take advantage of me
But I don't mind, no sir

You get under my skin, such a sweet sin
Just like a disease that keeps on, keeps on eating at me
I know good and well you're good for nothing
They say you don't deserve me
But it really don't disturb me

Why do all the good girls, like the bad boys?
Like a moth to a flame, I guess I'm back here again
Tell me why the dark side just captures my eye
I know that you're a villian but I can't stop this feeling

No, Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (x2)

Why do all the good girls like the bad boys?
I know that you're a villian but I just can't stop this feeling, no


You're cocky and it's working
Chauvinistic and it's perfect
M-m-must be something wrong with me
I-I-I used to think I was strong
But I now see how I was wrong
Because you took control of me

You get under my skin, such a sweet sin
Just like a disease that keeps on, keeps on eating at me
I know good and well you're good for nothing
They say you don't deserve me
But it really don't disturb me


Why do all good girls like the bad boys?
Like a moth to a flame, I guess I'm back here again
Tell me why the dark side captures my eye
I know that you're a villian but I just can't help this feeling

No Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh (x2)," I stopped for a moment to put on my gloss, then started the rap part,
"She can't stop this feeling no, I tell her go with the flow riiigghhttt
Say little mama want to know why the good girls like the bad boys
Bad meaning good, shawty left with no choice
So over your skin, baby phat you're so moist
Leaving with the tins, when I'm macking invoice
My laptop bling and a boy can't avoid
She love it going in, she don't wanna be unemployed
One reason to be a good pleasin'
Freaking daddy's little girl like I'm halfway decent
Sure it ain't a lesson that I may be teaching
Party all night and keep preaching," I like the way I sounded during the rap part, and suddenly the song made sense to me. I was the girl, Harry was the boy, and I was like a moth to the flame. I couldn't even find it in myself to finish the song. I was numb, and flashbacks of that night flashed through my head. I couldn't even breathe right. I was in pain, my chest was rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. I had to get it together.
I took a few painful deep breaths and opened the door. I formed my face into a friendly enough expression, and pranced downstairs. Nobody was awake yet, so I figured that I would cook for everybody, because when I started cooking, I knew that everybody was going to mysteriously wake up. I cooked breakfast cheesecake, and it was delicious. Everybody elses' was cooling, I liked mine hot. As soon as I pulled it out of the freezer and started making plates, Niall and Tatiana came down. Tatiana had I-had-a-crazy-sexy-hot-sex-last-night hair look, whereas Niall looked like he had just had sex. El and Perrie came down next, with the same look in their hair. I was dressed nice, and I felt a little overdressed. I noticed Dani was still missing and shot Tatiana a questioning look.
From:Tatiana-Liam and Dani snuck out last night, they won't be coming back until later today. I suppose that they'll be having tons of fun today. BTW, good cheesecake
I laughed at her text and nodded my agreement, it was delicious cheesecake. And I hoped that Dani and Liam worked out their argument. The press was really nagging at them, and came up with the atrocious idea that Dani was cheating on Liam. They got into a fight, and haven't really worked it out all the way. My mind was still wandering when I got a text.
From:Unknown- IDK what bullshit Harry has told you about me being dead, but I'm not. I'm watching, remember, and you're earrings look really nice with your boobs.
I gasped and dropped the phone on the counter. My breath became ragged and everybody started freaking out. Perrie was holding me, Tatiana was grabbing my hand, and El was off doing something to help me calm down.
"What happened?" Tatiana demanded, worry written all over everybody's face. I had crashed in front of the fridge and stopped moving, just hyperventilating.
"He's not dead, he's not dead. He's. Not. Dead. HE'S NOT FUCKING DEAD!" I screamed, the words echoing in my head.
"Calm down! Who's not dead?" El said, putting some smelling salts up to my nose and a wet rag on my neck.
"Kyle, Kyle isn't dead. Harry lied to me, or he he he just he just, I don't know," I buried my head in Perrie's neck and gripped Tatiana closer, El rubbed my head comfortingly, unhurt by the fact that she wasn't being crushed by my despaired arms.
"HARRY EDWARD STYLES, GET YOUR SORRY ASS IN HERE!!!" Tatiana screamed, rage storming through her. She truly was my sister, and she would protect me.
**TATIANA'S POV**
I knew something was wrong, I literally watched the colour drain from her face. It was a horrendous feeling, like my stomach dropped and I couldn't breathe. I saw her drop to the floor and start hyperventilating. The boys didn't know what to do, so they stayed back. Perrie, El, and I rushed her, grabbing things and trying to get her to breathe. I asked her what was wrong multiple times before she responded.
"He's not dead, he's not dead. He's. Not. Dead. HE'S NOT FUCKING DEAD!" she screamed in response.
"Calm down! Who's not dead?" El said calmy, putting smelling salts under her nose and a wet rag on her neck.
"Kyle, Kyle isn't dead. Harry lied to me, or he he he just he just, I don't know!" she buried her head in Perrie's shoulder and grabbed me close. El was busying herself comforting her from the outside, petting her hair and saying soothing words.
"HARRY EDWARD STYLES, GET YOUR SORRY ASS DOWN HERE!!!" I yelled, and I heard the timid footsteps of a child who knows he's in trouble, "We need to talk, now, Harry, you and I, get outside," I said, rage probably written all over my face.
"Ok, ok," he said, and stepped out onto the back patio. I stormed out and slammed the door.
"You tell what the fuck this is about," I said, raging and putting the phone in his face. He read the text and realization and horror registered on his face.
"I thought he was dead," he mumbled.
"He obviously isn't, and he's watching her. She is in danger, you have to stay away from her. She is petrified, and I blame you for lying to her. You understand, you don't touch her, she and I are sleeping on the couch, and I swear to god if you touch her, unless she specifically tells you to, I will be on your ass so quick. I hope you understand, because I don't fuck around," I said, viciously. Harry hung his head in defeat.
I walked inside and saw Christina still breathing raggedly, but better. I could only think one thing, what was going to happen to her?
**CHRISTINA'S POV**
I was horrified, and scared for Harry. I knew that Tatiana was going to ban all physical contact, so when he came in, I didn't even bother to go for a hug, even though I really wanted one. I thought about all the possible options, maybe a bodygaurd, maybe disappearing. Kyle would just find me again, I could never run away from him. It was horrible, just like the first weeks after. Except this time, I hoped that I would have support, and as much as I told myself I would, I knew that somehow, I was going to find a way to make myself do it alone.
I just hoped I could make it long enough to recover.

Notes

Uh oh! tell me, do you guys think that it is Kyle, or someone else???