ALANAS POV

I was frozen. The ghost from my past was staring at me. The one who shattered my heart into millions of pieces. The one who said he loved me. The one who...asked me to marry him.

"What the fuck are you doing here!?" Jen yelled. She shielded me from his hard glare.

"Alana can we talk?" Dean begged.

"She wants nothing to do with you asshole so get lost!" Jen scolded him.

"I wasn't talking to you! She can speak for herself. Alana tell your guard dog back off!" he shot back. I was still frozen. Unable to move let alone speak.

"Grant is going to beat your ass when he sees you here Dean I suggest you leave! Go get back to that tramp of yours!" Jen was fuming.

"Fuck you Jen!" He shouted. I couldn't take it anymore. I moved in front of Jen. I wasn't about to let him verbally abuse her.

"You need to leave. Now!" I glared at him. His face softened.

"C'mon babe just talk to me. Please?" He pleaded My blood boiled at the fact that he thought he still had a right to address me that way.

"Fuck off Dean!" I growled. I grabbed Jens hand and started to walk away. We got a couple steps away and I felt him grab my wrist and yank hard. Dean spun me around so that we were inches apart.

"Just hear me out, I fuckin miss you!"

"First off don't touch me, and second, that's a one way street Dean, I don't miss shit about you! Now leave me alone!" I screamed at him. My anger had reached it's peak. I felt my eyes begin to sting from the tears that were swelling up, but I pushed them away. He didn't deserve my tears. I tried to pull away but his grip tightened.

"That's a lie and you know it. I know you still love me!" he yelled. I felt the ache in my chest again. My eyes started to swell with a mixture of pain and anger. How dare he say that to me.

"You know it's the truth Ala..." He was cut off.

Arms were around me shielding from the fists that were being thrown. I buried my head in the chest of whoever was holding me. I tried to keep the tears in but I failed.

"Get her out of here!" I heard a voice yell. I glance up to find that it was Zayn holding me.

"Come on Alana we gotta go." he said. I nodded and he held me the entire way out. Will was by our side moving everybody out of the way. There was a car waiting for us when we got out of the hotel. Zayn put me in the car and rushed to the other side to get in.

"Back to the room Will." He said, never taking his eyes off of me. I was still in shock. I pulled my legs up and wrapped my arms around them. I felt the tears coming again and completely fell apart. Zayn moved closer holding me trying his best to comfort me. Once again I found myself buried in his chest.

"Shh. it's ok Alana. He's gone." he cooed. "We're going back to the hotel ok?" He gently rubbed my back cradled my head. I realized I didn't have the key to my room.

"Zayn, Bridgette...has the...key to...our room." I managed to say in between sobs.

"It's ok we can just wait up in me and the boys room until everyone gets back yeah?" I nodded and tried to keep my composure. We pulled up to the hotel and made our way to the elevators. Zayn still shielded me from curious eyes and Will made sure that nobody came on the elevator with us.

When we got to the room I went straight to the bathroom to freshen up. I was sure my makeup had smeared and my eyes were red and puffy. I splashed water on my face hoping to cool off and wash away the redness. Did all if this really happen? What the hell happened to having a good time in Vegas? Why is he here? The room began to spin and my head started pounding. His words replaying in my head. 'I know you still love me' No! I don't love him. He threw out all my trust, all my love...I hated him for what he did to me. Then what? He thinks he can just show up and I would welcome him with open arms? Hell no!

"Ugh! fuckin asshole!" I yelled into the mirror punching it. Pieces shattered on the sink and floor. "Dammit!" I sighed. I started to clean up but saw spots off red dripping on the floor. "Great" I sighed. My stitches were split and my cut was fresh again. I dropped to the floor and put my face in my hands. Nothing was going good on this little getaway. The door bursted open to reveal a worried face.

"Alana? what happened? are you ok?" He glanced at me, the mirror, then back at me.

"Zayn...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break the mirror. I'll clean it up." Completely embarrassed that I trashed the bathroom.

"Fuck the mirror. Let me see your hand." He crouched down and I gave him my hand. "Looks like you split open your stitches. Hold on a second." He grabbed a towel and soaked it in water then came back crouching next to me. "Here, we'll clean this off first." He was being so gentle and understanding. I looked at him , he was so focused on my hand.

"Thank you Zayn." A smile cracked on his face. "I'm sorry I've made such a mess." I shook my head. "This entire day was a mess really." I sighed. He took a breath.

"Alana, it's not a mess. It's actually been quite the adventure." He finished up with my hand and helped me up.

"I've seen a grown man get leveled by a woman. That same woman basically got the best of four men trying to pry her off of some prick. Not to mention that woman happens to know how to dance, very well I might add." I blushed at the compliment. He seemed to notice and grinned.

"Then a dickhead tried to...he got forceful with this woman only to have all of the boys pounce on him and I got to sweep this woman away. Only to find her beating up a mirror." We both laughed at his last comment. He rubbed his fingers on my free hand and there we were. Standing in the bathroom in silence. Out of the boys I spoke to Harry, Liam and Zayn the most. And it wasn't until now that I realized how beautiful Zayn is. His golden eyes were hypnotizing. I feel my heart speed up when he flexes his jaw. But...Harry.

"Uhm, let's get out of here." I broke the silence. He nodded and pulled out his phone. When we came out I walked to the dining area and saw food spread out all over the table. I heard Zayn talking on his phone, he turned to look at me when I sat down.

"I didn't know if you were hungry but I had some brought out." He said walking towards the windows.

"Thanks Zayn." He got back to his phone call. Just a few seconds later he walked towards the table. We both glanced at each other at the same time.

"Are you ok?" he asked I let out a sigh.

"I'm alright, it just all happened really fast." It was quiet for a second. "Zayn? What happened? I mean when you grabbed me I didn't see anything."

He ran his fingers through hair not even messing up his quiff. Took a seat next to me and began explaining.

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HARRYS POV

"Dean." Bridgette said wide eyed.

Dean? who the hell is Dean? Grant started shouting something to Bridgette and I quickly turned around to look for Alana on the dance floor. She was walking away from someone with Jen. The stranger grabbed her and pulled her back. I saw her face change once she made eye contact with this person. I took a harder look at the stranger. Dean! the asshole who cheated on her. Fuck this. I took off running to her, moving everybody out of my way. Who the fuck does he think he is. Cheats on her then tries to force her to speak to him, in a fuckin club of all places. As soon as I got close I heard him yell at her and all I saw was red. I threw my fist as hard as I could at his face. He stumbled back and tried to get up but struggled. I took advantage of that and started throwing punches with every ounce of strength in me. I was in a rage and didn't plan to stop.

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LIAMS POV

Bridgette was talking to Grant and Harry about some guy looking for Alana. I already figured Harry wouldn't take well to that news. For all he knew, Alana was his and even the slightest scent of another man would bring out the animal in him. I looked to Zayn who was looking back and forth from the dance floor back to our table. I think he was looking for Alana too. Right when I was about to say something to Zayn, Harry took off running. I looked out to the dance floor only to find a guy who hand his hand on Alana's wrist.

"Shit! Come on, we've got to stop him." I took off running and the boys followed. If we don't get there quick enough Harry will kill the prick. By the time we reached them Harry already connected the first blow. I looked to Zayn.

"Get Alana!" He ran to her and shielded her from the chaos. She looked terrified. "Get her out of here!" I yelled to Zayn. As soon as they turned to leave I look at Harry. He's completely enraged throwing his fists to the guys face. Myself, Nial, Louis, Grant and Ken try to pull them apart.

"Harry enough!" I yell. I grab his arm and pull him away. It's taking everything in me just to move him an inch but as soon as that gap is made Niall, Louis, Ken and I block him from moving.

"Get out of my way!" Harry yells.

"No! Haz enough!" I shoot back. Grant tries to say something to Harry but notices the guy stand up and try to lunge forward at Harry but Grant throws a punch at his face knocking him down. Grant stands over him with a look of hatred and disgust.

"I told you to stay the hell away from her, otherwise you'd be on your ass. Let this be my last fucking warning Dean. Stay away from my sister. Next time I won't stop anyone from kicking your ass." He viciously spat. He's a bloody mess, Harry really did a number on this one. We managed to get out of the club without security finding us. The girls followed right behind us with our security. By the time we got in the cars Harry had settled down a bit.

"You alright bro?" Grant asked Harry. He just nodded his head. Fury still in his eyes. The rest of the ride back to the hotel was quiet, my phone started buzzing. I pull it out to see who it was, I really didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment. It was Zayn.

"What's going on mate?" I asked.

"Is everything good now?"

"Uh yeah for the most part. We'll be there soon." I looked at Harry who was obviously still bothered.

"Well I called up the Dr. for Alana." He sighed.

"Why what happened? is Alana alright?!" Everyone's head snapped up at my mention of Alana. Mentally punching myself for saying that. My mind is running circles. Did Alana get hurt in the cross fire? What did that prick do to her!

"She uh, well I don't know how but she was in the bathroom and kind of punched the mirror." He took a breath. "She split open her stitches and the cut looks like it's worse."

"Shit. Alright we'll be there soon." I sighed.

I got off the phone and was bombarded with questions. I rubbed my temples and explained what happened. They all had the same look on their faces. Worry. When we got to the hotel we all had the urgency in our step to get to her. The elevator ride took a lifetime. We all got off and basically ran to the door. I opened the door and saw her. She was laying in Zayn's lap. I took a quick glance at Harry. His eyes were blazing and his knuckles white as snow.

Notes

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Alana and Zayn? Hmmm let's see how this will play out.

what do you guys think will happen next?

I was considering chopping up the chapters because someone had mentioned that they were long. But it a little feedback from you guys will definitely set it in stone.


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