Later, Brent was sitting in his living room, staring into space as he was deep in thought. He felt that the longer he let it sink in, the more he believed that he needed to help Ryan somehow; if that post about Janelle was true, she could really be hurting his friend. He didn't want that for anybody, but especially not Ryan; he was the man that had always been there for all of them, and in a moment like this, he knew that he had to make a decision whether to be there for Ryan, or let him love someone who could be bad news for him.

Brent sighed, rubbing his temples. What he hated about this the most was that Ryan had tried so hard to find somebody to love, and now that he did, she was only in it for his money and the fame. He had seemed so in love the first time he told them about her, did he really want to take that from him?

But then again, did he really want to watch his friend get hurt in a toxic relationship?

Brent sat back on the couch, staring at the ceiling and biting his lower lip. He wanted so much to help his friend, but he just didn't know how.

Tell him, part of him said. Warn him about her.

He could, in fact, do that, but he would risk Ryan getting upset with him, and possibly pushing him away. But then, wasn't it more important that he got him out of this entire situation?

Brent brought himself to his feet, stretching a little, deciding that he would tell him.

But not without a little help from the others.

Meanwhile, Janelle was just stepping through the door of Ryan's house, her breathing still unsteady and her body trembling. She felt sick, but at the same time, she enjoyed the kiss; She wanted to take him in her arms and make it last longer.

What on earth was happening to her? What were all of these mixed emotions she was feeling? It scared her, to put it lightly. It made her feel as though she was no longer in control of her feelings and emotions.

The thing was, he made her feel something, and whatever that was, she couldn't quite tell if it was good or bad.

She made her way upstairs, practically running into her room and throwing herself onto her bed, mindlessly gazing at the ceiling as she reached over, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to her chest. She felt tears fill her eyes, but she blinked them away.

Why did she leave him? He hadn't done anything wrong.

She took a deep breath, reaching up and running a hand through her hair. She knew she needed to change into something else; she wanted to change out of this uncomfortable dress and shoes.

She kicked off her high heels as she sat up, Bringing herself to her feet again and stepping over to her dresser, still staring into space as she thought of the kiss Ryan had given her.

It was unlike anything she had ever felt before; it was as if he was gravity, pulling her in and refusing to let go. The way he had such a pull on her, and she couldn't quite understand why. It baffled her, everything; her feelings, his feelings, the lines seemed to be blurred and she wasn't sure if she loved him or not. All she knew was that she needed him in her life, whether as a friend or a lover, he was something she couldn't live without, now.

She picked out a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, quickly undressing out of the light pink bridesmaids dress. She slipped on the shorts and shirt, before heading into the bathroom and leaning over the sink, turning on the cold water. She cupped her hands, filling them with water, which she splashed onto her face, before repeating the action multiple times. When she had finished, she looked up into the mirror, gazing at her reflection; her wide, fearful blue eyes, her troubled expression, the mascara that bow ran down her pale cheeks. She was a wreck; Ryan's kiss had caused her to question everything, sending her into a panic mode.

The biggest question was, did she love him back? She had spent the past months trying to deny it. But now, she was beginning to wonder if there was any reason to anymore. She was the only one holding herself back.

Wiping off her face with a towel, leaving it clean and dry, she then mad ether way back out of the bathroom, stepping over and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

She couldn't stop thinking about what had happened only half an hour ago; she needed a distraction, or she was going to go crazy.

She reached over, picking up her phone and typing in her passcode, before opening up Instagram, deciding that would be a good enough distraction.

Janelle's eyes widened as she stared at the screen of her phone for a moment, and once the initial shock faded away, she was left wondering why her account had been tagged over a hundred times.

She began to scroll through her her comments, questioning if they were really for her.

I just wish he had never found Janelle, that's all. If she's really bad news like that Joshua guy say she was, Ryan might be drifting away from us.

Janelle's stomach felt sick; this couldn't be happening. Joshua had said something, and now everyone knew. All of Ryan's fans, they knew.

She immediately went to Joshua's account, finding the post that all of these comments about her rooted from.

Janelle Montgomery is nothing but a gold-digging liar. She accused me of cheating and abuse, when she's the one cheating on me with Ryan Tedder, and I wouldn't be surprised if she's manipulating and abusing him. He has not yet revealed that the two of them are together, most likely because she's forced him not to.

She cupped her hand over her mouth, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Why was he out to destroy her life? None of those accusations were true, and he knew that.

She let out a sob, dropping her phone onto the floor as she began to cry softly. She had had enough; enough of Joshua, enough of worrying. Why wasn't she allowed to just be comfortable for once? Why wasn't she allowed to take a breath? No matter how good she felt, finally being away from Joshua, life always had a curve ball to throw at her; and this was another one of those.

As Ryan drove back from the wedding, he felt a pang of guilt for kissing Janelle so unexpectedly; he had let his heart take over again. Yet, part of him felt a bit hurt with the way she turned and left like that. He must've really made her upset, which he felt especially terrible for.

He sighed as he pulled his vehicle up to his house; he couldn't help but wonder if Janelle had gone to bed. He wasn't so sure what he'd say if she hadn't. Would he apologise, or just pretend it never happened? The common sense part of him told him to stick the second option, but he felt that it was the wrong thing to do; after all, he was out of line surprising her like that. He should've said something first, at least warn her as to not catch her off-guard in such a way.

After he parked the car, he got out, making his way up to the house as he took off his suit jacket. He opened the door and stepped inside, tossing the jacket onto the loveseat and beginning to take off his tie, as well.

He was deep in thought, wondering just how he'd dig himself out of this hole he'd buried himself in, when he heard footsteps running down the stairs.

Immediately glancing up, he saw Janelle running down, looking rather distraught with tears filling her eyes.

"Janelle?" He Asked concernedly, stepping closer as she approached him.

"Ryan.." she sobbed, and he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back sympathetically.

He couldn't even guess what she was so upset about, but he knew it had to be something bad. Really bad.

She buried her face in his chest, beginning to sob softly, as he continued to rub her back, racking his brain for anything that could've hurt her so much. Was it the kiss? This wasn't his fault, was it?

He reached up, running his hand though her hair as he looked down at her. "Can you tell me what's wrong?" He asked softly, to which she nodded, lifting up her phone.

He gave her a questioning look, before taking the phone from her, beginning to read what she had up on screen. His face fell as he read through it, and he was certain of one thing.

He had to stop Joshua.