The next few weeks of the tour were a blur, I had to invest in good water-proof coverup from Darren it was always the same thing; we fight normally about Harry or my boys, who I was very protective of now that we’d all gotten so close. I was more protective of them than I was myself, I was stil fighting the growing hole that was draining me more and more. It really couldn’t be good for my already fragile health to be under this much constant stress. Especially when we’d fight, then Darren would get mad and hit me or push me into something, which with my size wasn’t hard and since I was still weaker than normal because it hadn’t even been a year since my extended stay in the hospital. I was a ragdoll to anyone who wanted to push me around I had no fight in me when it came to that. Harry had started to notice though that I’d have a slight limp when I came back from seeing Darren or the heavier makeup, on my neck or cheek and sometimes even my arms. It was in the knowing looks and the way he’d turn away shaking his head.

“Hey MJ, Little Mix is gonna take off for a few tour dates to go through Turkey and Greece we are cleared for our Italy and France Dates with out them and they’ll meet us in Spain. They are leaving tomorrow.” Liam said catching my attention at the door.

I nodded looking up a few moments later. He was still standing there looking down his eyebrows pulled together in thought as he shuffled his feet and sighed running a hand through his hair. “What’s going on Li, you look dead on your feet and I’ve never seen you this anxious.” I said turning away from my computer he walked in sitting on the desk.

“Its Dani,” He said looking down again.

“What about her.” I asked, moving to sit next to him.

“I don’t think we’ll make it work for much longer.” He said “The hate mail is getting to her. She’s hurting from it and I can’t do much more.” I nodded.

“So basically its getting at her confidence and you don’t know if your relationship can take all the strain of people hating her for being with you.”

Liam nodded “Yeah we’ve been talking and the bigger we get the more hate she gets and I’m not always there to hold her, she still calls me crying about the tweets, and this morning she broke down, I had to have Lou call El to go see her. She said she couldn’t do it, she couldn’t do this.” Liam said his jaw clenched as he blinked frowning. I closed my eyes sighing as I put an arm around him. “I hate that I can’t do anything about this! I can’t block every person that hates her, I can’t, I just can’t, I wish I could help and fix this but even though I’m a international name and have a ton of influence, I’m only 19 and I can’t fix this, no matter how much I wish I could.”

I nodded “I still get hate about Harry, it’s been less since he threatened to leave twitter, but its still there.” I said. “The only thing I can think is calling them out by name on twitter. But I’m not sure how you’ll do that.” I hugged him to my side resting my head on his shoulder.

My phone buzzed next to me, Darren was texting me “Dinner and a movie meet me outside at 5, dress nice =)” Liam read it over my shoulder. “How are things with Darren?” He asked looking down at me.

“They are going well, I guess, as well as it can be considering everything.” I said.

Liam chuckled “But he hasn’t tried anything right?” I shook my head ‘no’ the last thing I needed was for Liam to piss Darren off again. “Good, tell us if he does,” Liam said I nodded against his chest. I knew I’d never actually say anything to them, I didn’t need the trouble it would cause, none of us did.


******


I sat at the table with Darren as we finished dinner, I let him order, salad, water and a small bowl of soup. Darren was arguing with the waiter about his meal and how disgusting it was and how he shouldn’t have to pay for rotten food and rotten service. I pulled a 100 out of my wallet and slid it under my plate. Darren walked out throwing his napkin in the waiters face
“MJ we’re leaving” he said storming out.

“I’m sorry.” I said. “I left some money under my plate.” I told him as I walked out following Darren.

He drove us back to the hotel that Little Mix was staying at walking up to the room I followed behind, as we made our way into his room. Darren kicked off his shoes and looked over at me as I did the same walking over to sit on the bed facing the window looking out over the city the lights flickering. I sighed as I felt Darren’s clothes hit me in the back with force, my cue to strip down as well. I sighed pulling off the skirt and shirt combo I had on, Darren stood next to me watching. I focused on my breathing to keep from shaking. As soon as my last piece of clothing hit the floor I felt myself flying back onto the bed as Darren tossed me backward. I hit the pillows and headboard as I landed, the headboard digging into my shoulder. Darren walked over to me climbing on to the bed. I had promised myself earlier that I wouldn’t fight him this time; just like I do every time. It didn’t work I turned away, he pinned me down by my wrists with one hand. I clamped my legs shut, he slapped me and pried them open. I tried to move away he punched me in the shoulder; and when I still moved away, he pinned me with a hand around my neck tightening every time I moved away. I had no other options Darren forced himself in, he’d won, again like he always did. I don’t know why I still fight it, ok that’s a lie, I fight it because I feel guilty. I feel like I’m betraying myself, by staying, by letting him win. I knew deep down the real reason, Harry, but I wasn’t ready to admit that to myself yet.


*****


The next day Darren dropped me off back at the tour bus before him and Little Mix drove off toward their extended dates as we drove toward Italy, the boys had wanted to get there a day early for their concert so they’d have time to explore before all the radio interviews and the concerts started. We were going to Venice for the day before heading out to play 2 shows in Italy before heading over to the 3 dates we had in France.

I stood by the front of the bus as we drove to the hotel we had a few rooms in for the night. “Boys! Aly! We’re almost there!” I yelled behind me into the bus.

“Beach!!!!!” Aly yelled flying down the stairs, nearly taking Liam out as she sprinted toward me, Niall walking down the stairs after her, the other boys had all changed into their swim trunks.

The bus stopped at the hotel that had private beach access and was set back away from the public surrounded by a gate and all. “I call MJ for a few hours first!” Aly said linking her arm with mine. The boys didn’t put up much of a fight Aly had been complaining about her lack of “MJ time” as she put it, she had mainly been blaming Harry but she took a few rips at Darren when he could hear her. We had decided to stay the night in the hotel. We’d reserved 4 rooms, Zayn and Liam, Harry, Louis and Niall, Aly and myself, and Paul in his own room.

This was the official list, even though we all knew I’d end up in one of the boy’s rooms and Niall would end up with Aly in mine. But we have to keep press records straight. I grabbed my over night duffle and started to walk into the hotel.

“MJ aren’t you going to put a shirt on over your suit?” Louis asked. I shook my head.

“Its warm out,” I said shrugging “But I’m taking a tank top with me if I happen to need it.” I called over my shoulder as I kept walking toward the hotel to check in.

“Louis, why are you complaining? Its MJ shirtless you sound like a grumpy American.” Aly said earning a laugh from the others “Seriously, complaining about a girl showing some skin.”
She joked with him as we walked into the lobby.

I stepped up to the desk. A young girl stood at the desk staring right past me at the boys. I looked behind where Louis was challenging Aly to a game of chicken in the pool later, saying he got Niall as a partner though. She smirked “Fine, I get Liam.”

“Well then I call MJ.” Zayn said.

“What about me?” Harry said.

“We can trade off between playing and being the ref.” Zayn said patting Harry’s shoulder. I turned back to the girl who’s mouth was open.

“Who’s MJ?” She muttered her face pulling into a state of confusion.

I smirked at the girl. “Hi,” she jumped letting out a yelp, causing the others to look over and smile knowingly. “I need the four room keys under the last name Riley.” I said.

“Wait, MJ?” Zayn said behind me in a warning tone.

“The first name on that?” The girl asked. As all the boys looked Zayn and Harry looking worried, the others looking like they were seconds away from dying of laughter.

I stared straight at Zayn as I answered “Christabelle,”

“MJ.” Zayn said glaring as the others busted up laughing and Harry looking embaressed. “I know where you sleep.”

“Zayn.” I said matching his tone. “I control your PR.”

“Fuck.”

I smiled laughing turning back to get the room keys. “Don’t put these next to your phones, Louis, it deactivates them.” I told them, before handing them each a key card keeping one for each room for myself and Paul.

Aly and I walked up stair and put our stuff in our room, “Boys we’ll be back in a few hours!” I called down the hall as Aly and I left to go have girl time, shopping sun tanning, smoothies and people watching.

Notes

Ok I know its short so I'll try to get another chapter up tomorrow!

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