Liam is back after Paul went for him at the airport and we have thousands of questions about his week in London. About Ray. About Tammy. But the Wolverhampton boy looks as tired as I feel myself, yet I don’t feel it’s for the same reasons. Whereas I barely could sleep due to a mischievous blonde who tempted me with a striptease, Liam had a flight and has been struggling for a whole week with something very complicated. It is normal that he is knackered, so we wait with our questions and let him go to bed.

“Ray is okay… in an orphanage in another city, but he is doing fine from the beating,” Liam says and his voice sounds so tired that maybe it’s due to that that we don’t push him further to tell us more about the topic.

“You okay?” Zayn asks him with his hand on Liam’s shoulder as we approach to the lift.

“Just tired,” he replies the moment the doors open and he steps inside. We don’t follow him. “See ya later, guys. I’m gonna sleep.”

We nod and the doors close with Liam at the other side. We stay there, standing and wondering what exactly happened. He didn’t mention Tammy but he was with her the whole week. Paparazzi didn’t follow them and I guess that wasn’t exactly easy, and sure it must be exhausting to deal with her for a whole week.

“What do you think it happened there?” Harry asks and I notice we’ve been staring at the lift doors the whole time.

“Not sure but he is not the same. Something did happen,” Zayn replies and we nod in agreement because it is not only exhaustion, there’s something else in Liam’s eyes. A burden that wasn’t there before and a fear, almost imperceptible, but it is there. But fear of what?

“I hope he’s fine,” Niall speaks and he is the first to break from the trance we fell into. “I’m gonna go see Alex. See ya around, lads!” And then he leaves.

I blink to break from this trance as well and shake my head slightly before staring at the guys, wondering what to do now, but I can’t speak up because I feel someone next to me, an arm looping around mine and my whole body reacts to her presence. I don’t have to look at her to know she is here.

“Hi, guys! Did Liam arrive already?” Harry smiles as a response and nods. “Oh bummer, I wanted to say hi and to know how Tammy is doing. Poor girl,” Kay adds and I furrow my eyebrows. For a moment I forgot that the girls actually like Tammy, especially Kay. I don’t get how that’s possible, Tammy is awful. “Anyways, I’ll talk to him later. He must be tired, right?” Now Zayn nods. “Jeannine asked me to tell you that you have the morning free but in the afternoon you have an interview, then the sound-check and the final concert. Tomorrow we’re leaving to Italy!” she sounds awfully excited.

“You seem excited,” Harry comments and Kay giggles. I just notice there that I haven’t shoved her off, she is still hanging to my arm.

“I love Italy! I love my beautiful Paris, but I can’t wait to go to Rome!” she explains and I look at her. Her smile is wide and bright and her eyes sparkle with excitement. She meets my eyes and her smile widens even more as her hand slides to my hand and she tangles our fingers together. “By the way, I waited for you last night,” she whispers to me, although I know the guys hear her as well.

I gulp, because as she says that, my mind decides to play me tricks. You know you want her, my inner voice, which had been surprisingly quiet lately, speaks up and I growl internally. “I was sleeping,” I tell her as offhandedly as I can. Liar, liar, pants on fire!

“Bummer, I had something prepared. Anyways,” she breaks the eye contact as I tense next to her, fighting not to think of what she had prepared for me. “Zayn, I’m looking for you this time. I finished with Niall, so now it’s your turn for the documentary. We’ll be spending loads of time together!”

As I hear her say that, something stirs in my guts, and I don’t know why. Why would it bother me that Kay spends time with Zayn?

“Let’s go?” she asks him and only then she lets go of my hand and for a second I have the urge to stop her, but I refrain myself and she steps forward, going to Zayn who smiles politely at her. “Bye, guys!” she tells us waving.

Zayn and Kay leave the lobby of the hotel and with Harry we stay behind. “You do realise you don’t fight her anymore, right?” he says and I shake my head to stop staring in the direction Kay and Zayn left to look at Harry. He is grinning. “Yeah, she was holding your hand all this time and you didn’t even try to push her away. Are you warming up to her?” he asks me playfully and I roll my eyes.

“I didn’t even feel she was touching me,” I lie because every cell in my body was conscious of our hands in contact.

Harry doesn’t say anything, he only laughs shaking his head and pats my shoulder. “Sure, mate. Whatever you say.” And then he leaves and I stay behind, alone in the lobby without a clue of what I’m going to do now. At the end I go back to my room, trying to fall asleep and get some rest. I had a horrible night.

+ + + + +

After a successful last concert in Paris, we’re finally in Italy. We’re all excited to keep going with the tour, but probably we’re more excited because after this country we have a break of five days back at home. I know Zayn and Harry can’t wait to see Mila and Hannah and Liam looks really excited about coming back to London. He hasn’t said anything about Tammy, although we asked him a lot. He says she is doing better and that she didn’t take what happened to Ray nicely, but he refuses to talk any further. He also doesn’t let his mobile out of sight and he is always texting or something, which also makes us very suspicious. Whom is he texting with so much?

We want to go sightseeing but of course, our schedule is tight and we still can’t do that. We have an interview in a TV station and only later we can have our leisure time. I’ve slept better and the lads, except for Liam, look rest as well, but still, it’s great to have time for ourselves.

For this interview we go with Kay because as she is working with Zayn’s part in the documentary, she is spending a lot of time with him and I try to tell myself all the time that I don’t mind that at all.

She is not exactly pushing down my buttons, but she hasn’t left me alone either. Sometimes she comes to me, takes my hand, touches my chest or whispers something in my ear and then she leaves. It’s like she is only reminding me she is still here, around me, and she is waiting for me to go to her. She sends me texts sometimes telling me how much she wishes we could be alone, reliving our night together.

I surprise myself staring at her, not thinking of anything, just staring at her. Paying attention at the way her whole face lights up when she smiles, how her eyes are so expressive, or how her hair is so light and looks so soft. I pay attention at the way she tilts her head backwards when she laughs out loud, how much she likes to bite her lower lip when she is thinking. The worst part is that she has caught me staring at her and when she does, she winks at me.

When we make our way into the TV studio, she is walking next to Zayn in front of us and I can’t take my eyes off of her, appreciating the way her hips swing from side to side when she walks and the way her hair bounces with every step she takes. I’m mad at myself for staring at her so intently, but I can’t help it.

When we arrive at the dressing room to get ready for the interview, we see on the telly a young lad singing with his guitar an acoustic version of a song in Italian. His voice is raspy and unique and I notice how Kay and every other girl in the room keep staring at the screen with eyes wide open. He is nothing special, if you ask me. Light brown straight hair, slightly tan skin, brown eyes… simple. Yet the girls seem hypnotised.

“Lou, don’t you have work to do?” I speak out loud because even our makeup artist is with her eyes locked on the screen and that is annoying me.

“Oh right,” she says. “He has a beautiful voice, don’t you think?” she comments and I roll my eyes as I go to sit and she can start working.

“He has,” Kay answers in a dreamy voice and I feel my muscles tensing as I glare daggers at her. “Oh my God,” she whispers then and I have this urge to turn off the telly so she can’t see that lad anymore.

Grumpily, I try to ignore how she can’t stop watching the performance and then the few questions they ask him. I don’t understand a single thing of what they are saying, I only get the name Davide Mogavero. Pff, what a stupid name is that?

By the time we have to go on stage, I’m still frowning at everything and the lads ask me if I’m okay and I tell them I am, but no one believes me. We walk on stage and take a sit near the hosts and I try to smile, but I can’t, I’m still annoyed by the way Kay was looking at that singer.

My eyes look for her unconsciously and I find her among the camera crew, smiling at us, with Peter next to her. Her eyes meet mine and she smiles at me, blowing me a kiss and although my heart skips a beat, I don’t stop furrowing my brow.

The interview starts and we have an interpreter next to us to help us with the interview, which won’t last more than ten minutes. It is nice and they ask us the usual things although Liam gets a lot of attention due to his absence in Germany and France. He manages everything smoothly, avoiding to give too much information about it yet satisficing them.

In a moment I look at Kay again and I feel my blood boiling in my veins at the sight. I can’t believe this, what is he doing here? His interview happened already! He shouldn’t be in the studio anymore! And why the fuck am I so annoyed? I don’t care if he is talking to Kay and laughing and being all flirty. I don’t care! I don’t care that Kay is not paying attention to us anymore. I don’t care about any of that. Yet I’m tense, my fists clenching and I don’t pay attention to what they are saying anymore. Liam has to elbow me to bring me back to the interview and I shake my head to focus again on this issue, but Kay and that Davide don’t leave my mind.

When the interview is finally over, I couldn’t be more relieved. I immediately walk towards Kay although I know I shouldn’t do this, but she is still talking to that singer. She hasn’t even noticed the interview is over! And they are laughing again.

I don’t say anything when I finally stop in front of them and they don’t even notice my presence for a while, too invested in their conversation in Italian as to pay attention to the rest of the world. I didn’t even know Kay also speaks Italian! Seriously, how many languages does she speak?

“Louis!” she calls my name when she finally notices I’m here. “The interview is over?” she asks and it makes me so mad that she asks that. She was supposed to be with us, not flirting with an Italian popstar.

Right in that moment the lads also arrive next to us and Kay smiles brightly at them, and the lad next to her is also smiling. I don’t know what she sees in him, he is plain simple.

“Lads, let me introduce you to Dave,” she calls him Dave. Not even his full name; she calls him by a nickname already. “He’s the guy who was singing when we arrived here.” She introduces and the guys say hi. I don’t say anything, I can only glare daggers at him. “Dave, these are One Direction,” she says and then she tells him something in Italian that makes him laugh.

“Hello,” he says and although it’s one word, his accent is thick. Then he says something in Italian.

“He says he’s please to meet you, guys. Dave doesn’t speak much English and he’s quite shy about it,” she says and she smiles sweetly at him and that makes the blood in my veins boil even more with sheer rage.

I say it’s rage, not jealousy.

“And you’ll be his translator, uh?” Why does my voice sound so bitter?

Kay notices my tone of my voice and looks at me with her eyebrows raised in a questioning way. “Why not?”

I take a sharp breath, hating that guy already. “Well then, have fun with your new boyfriend,” I spat and turn on my heels, knowing that I’ve left the guys with shocked expressions and I still feel Kay’s eyes on me, but I don’t care.

She found someone better already, that’s no surprise. I knew this was going to happen, I don’t get why I’m so upset and disappointed. Stupid Kay. Stupid Davide. Stupid everyone!

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Okay, don't panic! No, Davide is here only to help, not to steal Kay away. Please, don't hate him for that; believe me, he is so important if we really want Louis to get better. Trust me on this.

Now... about my lovely and perfect Davide... GUYS HE IS REAL AND HE IS AMAZING AND I'M SUCH A BIG FAN OF HIS AND I HAD TO ADD HIM IN THE STORY! You really have to follow him on twitter @Davide_Off and check his music. He is realyl sweet and so talented! The world needs to know about him! At the side is the song he sings in this chapter.

Bel, xx