I leaned back against the “beauty chair” Jynx had told me to stay seated in until she gave me the green light to get up, but I didn’t want to stay there. My hands twitched and my blood boiled under my skin as the harsh reality of the world outside of my new life had been brought back to light.

Not all parents were as supportive as my dad. Not all parents allowed their kids to truly live their dreams.

Niall immediately opened the bathroom door, not really caring if I was dressed or not. Itwasn’t like he was gonna see anything that he hadn’t already.

I was in the dress, the very beautiful dress, but my hair was still a mess. My makeup was still smeared down my face.

“What is it, baby?” he breathed, and he immediately pulled me up and into his arms. “Is everything alright?”

“Ella’s parents kicked her out,” I said. “Because of me . . . .”

Niall let me go and calculated my expression, hoping as much as I was that this wasn’t true . . . yet it was.

“W-W-Really?”

Another tear rolled down my cheek as I nodded. “Called her a no-good ungrateful whore. Said that she had proven them right—nothing good came from being famous. She only had fifteen minutes of fame and was already destroyed by it, so they said they never wanted to see her again. She’s so scared, Niall, and it’s-it’s my fault!”

“Evie, sweetheart, listen to me,” Niall breathed. “It’s not your fault. That I can promise you. You fulfilled a promise that most people wouldn’t have. You took the first step in helping her accomplish her dream. This was what Ella wanted, and maybe the consequences of her dream weren’t what she hoped for, but you can’t blame yourself because her parents are assholes.”

I began rubbing the already destroyed makeup around my eyes. “I told her to call me when she had what little stuff they were letting her take with her. I’m not sure what to do. Obviously I’m getting her out of Denmark, but I don’t know if I should bring her with me or let her stay with Dad. I haven’t talked to Sebastian yet. I know what I want to do, but I don’t know what I’m gonna be allowed to do.”

Niall scoffed. “Fuck them if they don’t let her stay with you. You’d prefer that anyways, right? Your own damn bus all to yourself?”

I hated that so much that my face twisted into a scowl. After leaving the press conference, it was something we brought up to Sebastian—was I gonna stay with 5 Seconds of Summer or One Direction?

Oh, neither. I had to take my own damn bus because apparently, people freak out when a girl shares a bus with a bunch of guys even though Paramore does it all the time. I tried to point this out to them, but they said it was different. I wasn’t in a band. I was still very young, and with Niall and I being, well, Niall and I, it would look really bad.

My own tour bus had potential to be a wonderful thing, right? It would give Niall and me a place to have some alone time, if you catch my drift.

Apparently that wasn’t allowed. Any time Niall got on my bus, he couldn’t be alone. He couldn’t sleep on my bus, and he couldn’t stay on my bus without one of the guys with him. So there was nothing good about having my own tour bus.

“There’s definitely plenty of room,” I sighed. “I just don’t know . . . I guess telling her some secrets will be alright, after a while, but I have to hide as it is. I don’t wanna do it all the time, ya know?”

Niall nodded. “We’re not gonna be on the buses too often, so you don’t have to worry about that. You can always come be yourself with me.” Like I hoped he would, he leaned in and began lightly nibbling on my ear as his hands rubbed down my sides in a very sensual way. “Anyway you want . . . .”

“Mmm,” I breathed. “How about now?”

“No.”

The sound of my stylist’s voice behind me scared the hell out of me. I had been so wrapped up in Niall that I hadn’t realized she had even come back into the bathroom, but with the makeup kit back in hand, she was back.

While I gawked at her, she just smirked. A very irritated Niall playfully glared at her, something she didn’t even flinch about.

“You’re seriously a party pooper,” I informed her. “I could use some serious stress relief.”

“Well, not until after the movie,” she said. “I’ve worked hard enough as it is, and I already have to redo your makeup. I’m not doing your hair all over again, too.”

I bit my lip. “We can be careful.”

“From what I hear, that’s bullshit!” she laughed. “I’ve heard some stories.”

“Harry doesn’t actually know anything,” I snorted. “He just makes up stories in his head and believes them to be true.”

“Actually . . . .”

Hearing Niall protest what I said made me lose all color in my face. I could literally feel it falling away and into the rest of my body, sending my heart on a frenzy as my mind went into panic mode.

Harry knew intimate details about Niall and me?

“What the fuck?” I gasped, and I stepped out of Niall’s arms with wide eyes. “What does he know?”

Niall’s face twisted into a grimace. “Okay, Evie, I know you’re mad, but just listen, alright?”

My eyebrows rose. “I’m listening!”

“I was drunk, okay,” Niall said. “And I missed you like crazy! It had been so long, and it felt like forever until I was gonna see you again. I was talking to Harry and Liam—”

“Liam knows too?!” I squeaked.

Niall sighed. “Yes, but . . . I swear, it was an accident! I didn’t mean to. We were talking about you, and then how much I missed you. Then we started talking about how surprised they were we had sex when we did, and then, well, Harry and Liam started sharing stories. I . . . might’ve done the same.”

My eyes narrowed as I folded my arms over my chest. “What did you tell them?”

“Oh, come on, now, Ev, that’s not fair to be upset with him,” Liam said, before Niall got a chance to answer. “He says that he was drunk, but that boy was completely intoxicated. He couldn’t stop talking about you, and when the conversation turned sexual, he had far more fascinating stories to tell than we did.”

I glared at him. “You could’ve stopped him.”

“But we didn’t want to,” Harry said, now standing beside Liam in the doorway. “You’re one kinky bitch, Ev, and I can only imagine things have gotten more intense.”

“Fuck all of you,” I muttered, and I plopped back down into the “beauty chair” as Jynx, Harry, and Liam all started laughing at me. Truth be told, I was horrified. I wasn’t really necessarily upset with Niall because if he was as drunk as Liam says, I couldn’t expect him to say anything else.

But they knew things . . . things I didn’t want anyone else but Niall to know about.

Niall wrapped his arms around my shoulder and kissed the side of my cheek. “I’m so sorry, love. I swear, I didn’t tell them too much because Sophia called, and I realized I shouldn’t be talking about it.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “What the fuck? You mean there’s kinkier stuff?”

Niall ignored him and continued kissing my cheek. “Are you mad at me?”

“Of course not,” I sighed. “You were drunk, and as long as they don’t know about . . . .”

The sound of Niall’s very husky laugh that tickled along my ear, sending shivers of desire running down my spine, turned me on in an intense way. Looking in the mirror, I could see the same desire I felt burning brighter in his eyes than I had seen in a long time.

“Trust me, love. They don’t know about that.”

I gave him a huge smile as he kissed my cheek once more and stood back up. “Mmm. Good.”

Harry’s eyes got even bigger, which I didn’t know was possible. “What don’t we know about?!”

Liam’s mouth was hanging open as well. “How the fuck do you get kinkier than blindfolds, handcuffs, and lap dances?”

“Maybe you’ll get lucky and find someone kinky so you can share stories, too, Harry,” I said, shooting him a smirk as he continued gawking at me.

“Niall, I hate her,” Harry informed him. “Get rid of her.”

I snorted. “He can’t, but unfortunately, we can’t get rid of you either.”

Harry smirked. “Ha. You’re both stuck with me now.”

“Don’t remind me.”

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Arriving at the premiere was much crazier than I thought it’d be, but I had no way of knowing how this would be. I hadn’t been to anything quite like this, or did each night of the Voice count?

Either way, it was amazing as the limo door opened and the six of us filed out. Cameras flashed from all over, and along the red carpet stood the stars of the movies.

My sparkly purple heels were so tall that I was almost as tall as Niall, so I was clinging to his arm for support. It was a public appearance as well, but mostly, I just needed to lean on him.

I would always need to lean on him, though.

To my surprise, despite the chaos around us, Chris managed to spot us as we started the walk along the long red carpet, and he immediately rushed to come pulled me into a very tight hug.

“Ritty!” he exclaimed. “God, it’s great to see you! I’m so excited.”

“You and me both,” I laughed. “This is crazy!”

He grinned. “Yeah, well, I’m sure you’ll get used to it pretty soon. I think a world tour is a pretty big thing, especially with those guys.”

My nose curled. “You could say that. I’m just hoping I don’t royally embarrass myself. Rehearsals start tomorrow, so I’m pretty . . . excited about that. I think I’m gonna need all the help I can get.”

Chris scoffed. “You’ll be fine. Trust me.”

Even though I wasn't entirely convinced, I was able to smile and accept the flashes of the hundreds of cameras going off around us. Chris was eager to be pictured beside Niall and me, and I couldn't deny that I was eager, too.

This was my life, and in just a few hours, it had gone from good to bad to absolutely unreal.

Maybe I would just have to get used to that, though.

Notes

The song lyrics are from We Can't Stop by Miley Cyrus. To me, that's a song I can hear on occasion and tolerate, sometimes sing along to, but it's not my favorite.

Anyways . . . hope you enjoy the chapter! It's moving the story along, so hope you enjoy. :) The next is more of a . . . filler. ;) So I hope you enjoy this chapter. :)

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