Justine’s POV

“You’re ugly and worthless. Nobody will ever like you,” the big beast in front of me yelled. The big beast was hovering over me. It had big brown eyes.

“Please don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything.” I pleaded.

He chuckled. “Who said I was going to hurt you?” I was trapped in this tight corner, with nobody around. Nobody to help me. Nobody to talk to. I’m only here with this crazy man who took me. “Miss, I never got your name.”

“You don’t need to know that.” I said. My arms folded on top of each other, my legs bent at the perfect angle, and my head back against the hard, cold wall. A stiff hand connected with my cheek and a stinging went through my face and body. My right hand gripped that spot.

“Now, tell me your name.” He demanded. His hand traveled down my body to my jeans.

“Justine. My name is Justine.” I yelled.

“Well, Justine, I need you to stop being so rude to me. What did I ever do to you?” The man asked. I realized now that his voice was familiar. It was deep and had an accent similar to mine.

“Who are you?” I asked. My hands started to shake uncontrollably and I was sweating golf balls.

“Yaser, your father.” The voice said. It seemed to be fading away as he got to the end.

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My body was being shaken by some big muscular hands. i groaned and pulled the covers over my head.

“You’re harder to get up than your brother.” The voice said. I chuckled to myself and flipped over, pulling the covers off.

“What’s your problem? I was having a good nap. Well, not really, but still why did you?” I snapped. I looked up at Harry.

He snickered and walked off, towards the door of my hotel room. “Concert is in a couple of hours. Thought I’d wake you, baby.”

“Gross, Harry. Don’t call me that.” I said.

He walked back over towards me and climbed on to the bed. “I won’t call you that if you tell me what you meant you really didn’t have a good nap. I did see you twist and turn a little.”

“Okay, Edward. I’ll tell you. I had a nightmare about my father. He trapped me in a corner and was telling me nobody will ever like me.” I said. “Next time, don’t creep on me while I’m sleeping. It’s weird.”

He smiled his cheeky smile and got up and left for real this time. I sighed and sat back on my pillow. What was I going to do with my life? I can’t continue looking around in places and never finding the answer I want to know. Maybe Zayn can help me.

Luke’s POV

Today is the first concert of the tour. I’m just ready to go out there and rock the show. We were instructed to show up a little earlier than One Direction because we had to go on before them. Right now I’m just looking around my dressing room that I have to share with Ashton. It really doesn’t bother me. We grew up together and did almost everything together.

“You ready for this?” Ashton asked.

My fist hit my chest and I jumped up and down. “Of course, man. I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.” I had nothing to lose. Nothing at all. I had my boys and a whole crowd of screaming fans.

“Can I ask you something?” Ashton asked. I stopped jumping and stood still. His face was dull and looked serious. Uh-oh. This can’t be good. My eyes scanned the room for the closest thing for me to sit on. I don’t want to be blown away by his question.

“Go ahead.” I responded.

He sighed and looked me straight in the eyes. “When’s the last time you thought about Adeline?”

Notes

I would like to thank @Niviparis for that amazing comment she made! That meant a lot to me! I left off on a cliffhanger! Yesssss! But the next chapter should be up in a little bit. It might be short, but you need to read it.

Who's this Adeline chick? And why does Ashton ask him that?

What does Justine want to ask Justin?