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Rafaela's P.O.V.

I left the car quickly, keeping my head down while jogging through the crowd. It was hard cause it was packed with people outside, screaming the boys' names and crying in excitement. All I could hear were my thoughts screaming different questions. When? How? Why hasn't he said anything? Before I knew it I was on my bed in the hotel room, staring in one spot, not being able to process what I had just found out. No, that's too much. I needed answers.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door being opened. I looked up to see Harry there, a face of regret on his face. I said nothing, nor did he. He came close to the bed and after a few moments he sat down beside me and I leaned into his side. He immediately wrapped his arms around me. There is nothing which Harry's arms can not fix.

“Raf, I'm sorry“, he started but I looked at him and placed my forefinger over his lips to prevent him from speaking further.

“Just kiss me“, I whispered and took my finger off of his lips. His lips immediately crushed into mine. Our lips moved in sync, tongues exploring each others' mouth. Every thought of mine was fading and only Harry remained in my mind. His strong arms held me close and I was holding on his neck for dear life.

A moment before I pulled away, someone cleared their throat from the doorway. I pulled away and Harry protested lightly. An annoyed Shirleen was watching us from the doorway, her arms crossed and a deep frown on her face.

“I'm here to talk“, she stated simply, answering my unspoken question.

“Come in“, I said back, blushing lightly, knowing that she saw me kissing Harry so passionately. Harry stood up to leave.

“Will I see you later before the show?“, he spoke.

“Probably yes“, I answered and he nodded, leaving me and Shirleen alone in the not so small hotel room. Shirleen took a seat in the armchair, near the window, and I sat down on the wooden chair, across from her.

“What did you want to talk about?“, she asked. I sighed. The thoughts and questions I had earlier.

“Shirleen“, I started. She reached over the small coffee table and touched my hand in a comforting gesture.

“What's wrong, honey? Your face suddenly darkened.“ She frowned her perfectly shaped eyebrows. I opened the messages on my phone and showed her the one from my dad. Her face made a horrified grimace and she pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. I took my phone back.

“There is more“, I said quietly. She looked me in the eyes, waiting for an answer.

“He has a family we never knew of.“ She gasped. I started telling her the story of how I met the boyfriend of my stepsister.



Philipp's P.O.V.

I sat at home and stared at my phone. It was almost midnight. I had just pressed the follow button over her twitter account. Why had she asked for my account? What was so intriguing about this picture she saw? I had a bunch of questions in my mind, but felt like this is none of my business.

Notes

Hey guys, there is the chapter. I hope you liked it. The real things are yet about to happen. If you liked the chapter, please vote, subscribe and comment.

Now about the Christmas and New years holidays. I won't be posting next wednesday but I will post the one after it. So I wish all of you one blessed and merry Christmas and a very happy New year :)

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