She's waiting for Superman to pick her up, in his arms

Andy's P.O.V

After barely waving at Amber, I walk down the hallway and head towards the room where One Direction stays when they're not filming. I cautiously knock on the door and poke my head in. They're all there, albeit Louis.

"Do you know where I can find Louis?" I question.

Harry shoots me a dirty look and stands up. "Stay away from him," he spits.

I blink; feeling slightly hurt, and take a step backwards. Harry storms out of the room, passing me and I turn back to the rest of the boys. Liam stands up next.

"I don't know what he ever saw in you," he snaps. "You're nothing but a liar."

"Liam-" I start to protest but he leaves too, brushing past me, making a concerted effort to not touch me, as if I will burn his skin if he touches me.

I look pleadingly back at Zayn and Niall. Zayn is smart, Zayn can listen, Zayn will understand, he has to, he's Zayn-

My hopes are shattered when he says quietly, "slut."

It makes sense though. Louis and Zayn are very close, and if Louis is hurting then so is Zayn. He's a good friend that way. Zayn leaves silently, ignoring me and I look pleadingly at Niall, who looks uncomfortable at being left alone with me.

"Niall, please you have to believe me, I didn't want to, I didn't want to, I was forced, they made me," I beg. "Please, you have to believe me, please, I was made to I didn't want to."

Niall avoids my eyes. "I don't believe you."

"Nonono," I start to sob. "Niall, please, you have to believe me, I was forced, I didn't want to I didn't want to, please!" I am crying for real now. "Bitte."

Niall opens his mouth to say something but someone calls for him from the hallway and he shoots me one last curious, slightly scared look before scurrying off.

And I cry.

Louis's P.O.V

I sit listlessly outside, staring blankly at the streets of New York City as I have a lot of my mind. I refuse to step into that building, with her, where she was clearly sending me signals that she liked me then went on a date with some other man. How could she do that, especially after I told her what Eleanor did to me?

The boys come out, and Harry and Liam are angry, Zayn is impassive and Niall looks slightly constipated which means he's thinking hard.

"How'd it go?" I ask, not really meaning the question.

"She's a bitch," Harry says angrily. "I told her to stay away from you."

"I told her she was a liar," Liam adds, cracking his knuckles. "How could she do that to you?"

I shrug. If I knew that, I wouldn't be in this mess in the first place. "Zayn?" I ask, meeting his gaze.

Zayn has always been the best at reading people, and I knew what he said would weigh heavily on my mind. He opens his mouth. "I called her a slut," he admits.

Albeit, she does deserve it, but my mouth drops anyway. "What? Why?" I exclaim.

Zayn shrugs. "It was a bit uncalled for, but she is one, and she pretended like she didn't know what we were talking about. I see what you mean about her fooling you. Either she was honest, or a damn good actress."

I laugh without humor. "Yeah, she fooled me good. God, I can't believe I was so stupid."

"She said that she didn't want to," Niall pipes up, looking timid, shuffling his feet.

"What?" I ask, pausing to think about his words.

"She said that she didn't want to," Niall repeats, his cheeks a little pink as we are all staring at him accusingly. "She said that she was forced, and that she didn't want to, and that I had to believe her. When I told her I didn't, she fell at my feet and starting crying. She said that they made her do it. And she said something in German," he adds. "I'm not sure what it means. It sounded like bitte?"

"Please," I say quietly. "Bitte means please."

"Oh," Niall shrugs. "Well, then she said please."

I frown and fall silent. I know Andy, and I know that she speaks German when she doesn't want people to talk to her, or if she's desperate or messing with you. So which one was it? from the way Niall's describing it, it sounds desperate.

"Do you believe her?" Zayn asks, eyes narrowed.

Niall shrugs, looking like he'd rather sink into the pavement. "Well, she was crying.... And I don't think anyone is that good of an actress."

Liam snorts. "I still think she's a lying bitch."

All of a sudden, a man comes strolling up to us. "Excuse me, do you know if this is where Andy Kirsche works?"

I'm too angry and hurt to answer. "Yeah," Zayn replies.

"Thank you," the man tips his head at us and smiles before turning and walking into the building.

"Who was that?" Niall asks, looking confused.

"That," I answer. "Was the man that Andy ditched me for."

Andy's P.O.V

It has been about a month since everything happened, and I am depressed. I work late, and.come in early. I barely speak, and when I do, its only in German. It's so bad that they are considering getting me a translator, but Amber will do for now. Beau and I are headline news. It makes me sick whenever I turn on the TV and reportors are talking about how "perfect" our relationship is. He's already slipping back into his own ways. He hasn't hit me yet, but he always has.to know where I am, and I'm not allowed to talk to any other boys and I can only go out if I am with him. It's how it started last time.

A knock sounds on my door and Beau sticks his head in. "Hey babe," he says, smiling as he comes in. "How are you? Still burning that midnight oil?"

"Ja," I whisper, keeping my eyes focused on my computer.

He comes to stand behind me and rubs my shoulders. If it was anyone else, it would feel comforting, but its him and I tense up. "I want you to stay at my place tonight," he says, leaning down so his lips tickle my ear.

My lungs seize up and I can feel myself physically not breathe for about ten seconds before I shake my head rapidly. "Nein."

"Excuse me?" Beau's fingers tighten on my shoulders. "Did you just say no to me?"

I stand up abruptly, pushing my chair back so it hits him and I go to my door. "Ja. Ich werde nicht deinem zu Haus bleiben."

Beau's eyes narrow and suddenly I am pinned against the wall, his hands at my throat. I gasp and claw at his hand weakly.

"What did you say to me?" He hisses. "You will go where I tell you to go!"

"I schreie," I whisper.

Bea laughs maliciously. "Oh you'll scream, will you? Who's going to hear you?"

"I will," a voice sounds from the hallway and both of our heads snap around; Beau drops me amd I fall to the ground, gasping and clutching at my throat.

"Who are you?" Beau demands, backing away from me as the figure comes striding down the hall.

"My name is Louis," Louis says. "And you are a little bitch."

Beau sneers, but I know him well enough to know he's slightly afraid. "Oh yeah? How's that?"

"Anyone who hits a girl is a pussy," Louis says, stepping forward. "And you, asshole, have to hit a girl to prove your masculinity, when in reality it only proves you're a real dick."

Beau snarls. "Well, at least Andy, the girl you seem to care about, picked me."

Louis scoffs. "Right, like she picked a dick who hits her."

"She loves it," Beau sneers. "Like the slut she is"

All of a sudden Louis' fist was flying forward, and Beau was on the ground and Louis had grabbed me amd we were running.

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Hi guys, sorry I haven't updated in over a month, I meant to update this two weeks ago, it then wattpad didn't save it and I only rewrote half of it and yeah, sorry. I hope you like it, I do, and I snuck in a Louis point of.view, whadayaknow. So enjoy that, and um, please comment! Pretty please!

Love ya!

-T A Y L O R