Today was the bands first show here in Tokyo, and this stadium was absolutely insane. The sound from the music was heard through the entire place. R5 had just got on stage for their set.

"Okay, Mikey, you're done." I pat him on the back, putting away the hairspray.

"Oh man, I love it." He raises his pierced eyebrows playfully at me while admiring his hair. Mikey had started getting hair treatment so that he wouldn't go completely bald after all that hair dye over the past few years. So now his hair was permanently black and red, well, for now.

His phone starts to ring as I help him into his jacket.

"It's my mom!" He grins.

"Tell her I said hi!" I shout after him as he runs out of the room to talk to her.

Looking around, I notice that no ones in here. Ashton and Calum are probably backstage with the girls. I grab my phone and head out into the corridor to find something to do.

"Where the fuck is Adelaide?" Luke asks, almost running into me.

"I-I don't know. I was just going to look for her." I stutter as I realise that he only has a towel wrapped around his lower half, droplets of water dripping from his wet hair and onto his broad chest, rolling down his body.

"We have to go on in twenty minutes, if she's not there in my room by the time I'm dressed, you're all fired." He points a finger at me and stomps back into his room, banging the door closed behind him. It takes me a minute to get over my shock and shake off what just happened. I quickly dial Addy's phone.

"Hey! It's Adelaide! I'm not here right now so please leave—" It goes straight to voicemail. Dammit

I dial again, running a hand through my hair feeling agitated. Voicemail again. 

Where the hell was she?

I try calling Montana and Ashton but no one answers so I try Addy again, but there is no luck. She was probably nearby but if I went looking for her now, I would get lost in this huge maze of a place alone.

"Motherfucker," I swear under my breath, quickly rushing back into the room I just came out of and stuffing all the hair products into the black bag. I run back out breathlessly, knocking on Luke's door.

I stand there, waiting for him to open the door and manage to regret my whole existence in those short few seconds. I hear shuffling behind the door and Luke opens it wide with a swift motion. He has changed into black jeans but is still shirtless.

"Where's Addy?" He questions.

"She's not picking up and I can't find her so I'll get you ready if...if that's okay," I mutter, looking everywhere but at him. He doesn't say anything for a very long time so I look up at him. He was scrutinising me.

"Thought you didn't want to deal with my bullshit." He finally says, using my own words against me.

"I don't. But this is my job. I can't find Addy so I have to fill in for her." I reply.

"Job huh?" He raises an eyebrow but opens the door wider for me and walks away.

I walk into the room and shut the door behind me, moving towards the lit up dressing table. Putting my bag down, I pull out the sprays and dryer, noting that his hair was wet. He comes forward and sits down in front of the mirror.

"What...um, what do you want me to do?" I ask.

Stupid question Sierra.

"I want you to do a lot of things." He smirks arrogantly. I had that one coming.

"I meant your hair, Luke." I roll my eyes.

"Whatever you please." He shrugs and the movement makes my eyes go down to his lower back, where his tattoo is.

After years of fans asking him when he would get a tattoo, he had gotten one done after his breakup with Ana. It was the first time I was seeing it up close.

The tattoo started from the small of his back and spread up till the middle of his spine. It was a tree rooting from the ground, filled with human bones underneath it, divided down the middle with one side of the tree healthy, strong and full of leaves while the other side was dead, filled with broken branches. It had a couple of leaves that broke away from it at the top and blew upwards turning into a trail of beautiful birds flying up, up, up...

The words "Carry You" curved around the tiny spine of one bird. It was so hauntingly beautiful to look at. Every time the muscles on his back moved the birds looked like they were spreading their wings, flying away to a better place. Finally freed of the pain. I wanted to trail the line of birds along his skin and ask him what it meant to him. But no one knew the meaning of it except for him. He refused to speak about it to the media or the fans when they came asking.

"Like what you see?"

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Luke's Point View

Her green eyes were on my back, staring at my tattoo with sad wonder. She had walked in here without a care in the world, telling me she will take Adelaide's place today, but I knew she was nervous. She had a nervous habit that I'm sure she wasn't aware of. She would bite on the inside of her cheek and twist her left foot around.

"Like what you see?" I ask to get her attention back. A soft blush spreads across her cheeks and she mumbles a quiet "No" and pulls out a dryer.

"I like your tattoo." She finally confesses.

Please don't ask me what it means

"Thanks." I give her a small smile, not wanting to elaborate further. She doesn't ask anything else either as she plugs in the dryer and gets down to work parting my hair, strand by strand.

Good god.

My eyes flutter closed at the sensation of her hands in my hair. She was so careful and precise. Her fingers tugging at the strands softly, massaging my scalp. I manage to open my eyes so I can watch her.

She was concentrating so hard on it like a blow dryer would suck in all my hair if she did something wrong or burn it. It makes me chuckle, she looks up at me and our eyes meet through the mirror. I catch a glimpse of the corner of her lips lifting up a little, her eyes lighting up a tiny bit.

She was so beautiful. I didn't know what it was about her. I think it's the way that she held and carried herself. Like there was always hope right around the corner, no matter what. Her presence gave off so much emotion to the people around her and she was unaware of it too, making her that much innocent. She was braving through something. I didn't know what it was but if you looked close enough, you could see the sadness in her eyes, only if you really looked. She was a master at building her walls, they were solid but with cracks in the cement holding it together. No one could see it because they never looked close enough. But I did, because I was just like her.

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Four years ago.

It was the summer break before our senior year and we had decided to take a road trip to the south-west side of UK with a group of our friends. We were all five girls and six boys, stuffed into two minivans. We were in Devonshire for a few days and decided to visit the Pomeroy Castle.

It had been a tourist attraction for years because of its picturesque beauty. But now, it was slowly crumbling away due to weathering and was off limits. Jourdan, one of my good friends were on the road trip with us and she was able to convince her uncle, who was in charge of it to let us in.

We parked our van outside and walked through the enormous gates and into the castles deep wooded valley.

The green valley leading up to the castle was beautiful and refreshing, filled with freshly cut grass, trees, and bushes in different shapes. The landscape was being maintained so that tourists who passed by would see an old beautiful castle. But the castle itself was quite ruined. It had a dreary beauty to it. Almost like it had ruined so many love stories inside its walls that the heartbreak had sucked out all its life. It truly was picturesque. There was also a bridge behind the castle with a stream flowing under it.

We walk up to the main doors of the castle and Jourdan's uncle pushes it open with a loud creak that vibrates through the empty walls of the castle.

"Tis the part of the castle where the family lived. It belonged to the Pomeroy family back in the fifteenth century. They built it so that it would be the biggest and most beautiful castle in the entire town and the towns around, didn't get around to finishing it, however." He explains to us over his shoulder in his thick Irish accent.

We walk into a huge empty hall that must have once been quite beautiful with its towering walls and enormous chandeliers. Now they were broken and hanging half way down from the roof. Tiles on the floor were cracked and dingy. Some tiles completely missing in places. Rocks and shards of glass covered the floor under the windows. There was a long spiral staircase that led up to the dark upper floors.

"There is a doorway to the dungeon in here somewhere, be careful. I do not advise for you to go down there." He adds, going on about the castle's rooms and architecture.

"Can we take a look around?" Jourdan asks and he hesitates.

"Sure. But do not wander around alone, everyone goes together or in groups." We nod and disperse off.

Heath, Jim, Jourdan and I go into a large room that must have once been a dining room. It is quite long and has large windows looking out into the gardens outside. A chandelier is on the floor, broken and rusted. There is also a cabinet at the end of the room with broken china inside it, we don't get any closer to it. The plaster on the walls had peeled off years ago too.

"Imagine what they had for breakfast the last time anyone lived here." Jim wonders out loud. He was a massive foodie who always had food on his mind, and Jourdan, his girlfriend.

"Your imagination is never about anything else." Heath jokes from my side.

We moved into the next room which was again rather empty and pretty much in the same state as the rest we saw.

We see the others go up a flight of stairs on the other side of the spiralling staircase so we take the spiral up onto the second floor. The wooden steps were broken and had holes in them, creaking every time weight was put on them. The designs on the railings were discoloured now and covered in rust but you could see that it had once been a beautiful shade of silver and gold. Heath and Jim go up first so they could test the staircase, Jourdan and I follow. The staircase leads up to a long dark hallway and a feeling of unease washes over me, it was eerily quiet.

Heath, seeing my worried expression grabs my hand, pulling me closer to him. There was a thick carpet along the corridor now, torn and blackened by something that looked like rusted grease. I was assuming it must have been a deep burgundy colour before.

We see the first piece of furniture in this house in a corner, a small table cracked in the middle, missing two legs like someone had thrown it in anger.

The air is thick with dust motes that are being disturbed by our walking. There are lots of rooms opening to the left and the right along the corridor, some doors shut close and unable to open. The ones that were open were empty too, just like the entire house.

We walk along the hallway, everyone awfully quiet like they were afraid to break the awful silence. We turn a corner and see that the corridor ends there but there are two doors on either side of it. Jim pushes open the door on the right lightly with his hand, it didn't have a doorknob. We walk in behind him, and Jim whistles, walking around the room that must have been a master bedroom once.

"Wow," Jourdan says under her breath.

I stand in the doorway, my hand still in Heaths. There are thick curtains covering the large bedroom windows that looked out into the back of the castle. A huge bed is in the middle of the room, the covers on the bed are made and covered in dust that had layered over it for centuries. The covers and pillows were undisturbed like whoever abandoned this place had left it that way, perfect. There was a small cupboard on the other side of the room, the door ajar and cracked. There were books stacked on the side tables, different ornaments dispersed around the room.

"Wonder if it echoed when they had sex in here." Jim jokes, making Heath and Jourdan laugh out loud. I wince as the sound cuts through the silence, creeping me out more than I already was. I was never good with places like this. My anxiety was raising its ugly head.

I look over my shoulder and the door behind me catches my eye. There were scratches on the door like a cat had let out its anger on it. I let go of Heath's hand and take a few steps towards it, examining the door, there were tiny scribbles on it too. Probably drawn on with charcoal. They were tiny stick figures that were holding hands. They varied in different sizes so I assumed it must have been a child, drawing his or her family. Maybe it was the family that lived here. There were eight figures and squiggly lines in total.

I straighten up and take a hold of the rusted door handle, surprised that it was still hanging on by the state of it. The handle takes a few tries to push down but it finally gives and the door creaks as I push it open. Dust wafts around me in a cloud, making me cough. I wasn't going to go in but I open it further and see that it was a child's room. It is very small, just enough for a bed, a dresser, and a little table.

There is flowery patterned wallpaper drooping off the walls in some places. It must have been a girl's room. Pictures were drawn on the empty white walls, now cracked and dirty.

There is a window, lined with old dolls and a teddy bear. I forget about my anxiousness and walk in, amazed by the room. These were artifacts from centuries ago and it had me enthralled. The tiny bed by the window was unmade, dust layered over it. The room had an eerie glow to it, the sun shone at an angle here. I walk further into the room to see a small teddy bear on the floor at the end of the bed like someone had dropped it in a hurry. I bend down to pick it up but before I could, I see that it's missing both eyes.

The bedroom door bang closed behind me suddenly and I whip around, rushing towards it. I press down on the door handle hurriedly but it doesn't budge.

"Guys!" I shout, banging on the door. My heart racing and my breathing escalating.

"Guys open the door!" I shout again, Afraid they were pranking me. No, Heath wouldn't do that to me. I bang harder on the door, trying to get it open but it wouldn't budge.

I feel a breeze behind me and stop short. The left side of my body goes cold suddenly like someone was leaning against me. I jerk away from the door, panic setting in. Someone was in the room. I feel the breeze again at my side and I shriek out.

"Get away from me!" I shout at the empty room, whacking at the air. Tears start to stream down my cheeks.

I'm scared I'm scared

"Heath! Jourdan! Jim!" I cry out.

I look around the room in panic, trying to find the source of the breeze. Someone starts jiggling the door handle from the other side.

"Sierra! Sierra! Are you okay? Open the door baby! Sierra!" Heath shouts from outside.

"Heath! I can't open it! It's stuck!" I cry as I feel the cold air on the other side of my body now. It was going around me.

Something tugs at my hair like it was trying to get my attention. I almost don't feel it in my panic but a strand of my long hair is tugged on again...

I scream and drop onto the floor, curling around myself.

"Get away from me!" I cry.

Heath bursts into the room, our whole group behind him. The cold breeze disappears suddenly and I feel my body wracking with sobs. I was sweating profusely.

"Sierra?! Sierra, it's okay love. Breathe with me okay. Breathe in, breathe out." Heath instructs me, pulling me into him. I was having a panic attack, full swing.

"I-I c-can't breathe." I sob, trying to calm my heart. It was beating so fast my chest was hurting.

"Come on Sierra, look at me, darling. Breathe please." He begs.

"Someone is i-i-in here." I sob, looking up at him. He finally realises and looks around then quietly looks down back at me.

"No one is here baby girl. It's okay. Let's go."

"What happened?" Jourdan asks, rushing into the tiny bedroom with her uncle behind her.

"Not now. Everyone clear out. We're leaving right now." Heath snaps and raises me into his arms. Cradling my shaking body.

"It's over now. It's over, no one can hurt you okay. I got you, baby." He coos, holding me tighter and I bury my face into his neck. I feel the terror in my bones ebb away a little when his warmth starts to spread through my freezing body. Everyone leaves the room and he carries me out last. I feel the breeze again and look up, over his shoulder.

The tears were blurring my vision but before we turn the corner, I see the teddy bear that was on the floor before, now lying in the middle of the bed, propped against a pillow with its tiny hand raised. Almost like it was saying goodbye.

A/N:

I'm such a sissy I had to sit next to my mum just so I could write this and not scare the shit out of myself. Also, I just gave you guys the biggest hint about her past so, love me.
- Rythma xx