Chapter 1: All because of you, girl

"James man, we gotta get going," I said, looking down at him.

James looked up at me, then at the clock across the room. "How long have I been sitting here?" he asked, his voice cracking.

"A little over an hour. Sorry man, but everyone's waiting. For you. I know you're not in the best mood right now, but we gotta go," I said.

James looked at the clock again then stood up, scratching his head. He rubbed his eyes and looked at me. "I just can't believe it happened," he said.

"I know man. But it happens to everyone at some time," I replied. I stared at him until he finally met my gaze. "I'm sorry," I said once I realized I had hurt his feelings.

"I'm fine. Let's go."

"No. I'm sorry. I was being harsh. It's just that, I kinda told you it was going to happen. You can't expect her to just forgive you after something like that. Especially if you didn't tell her right away, and that you weren't even the one to tell her. She's hurt. But she will call you back. Just stop trying for now, and give her space to breathe and figure things out," I said.

James nodded. "Yeah, okay." He locked his iPhone and slid it into his pocket.

"Let's go."

We walked out together, me rubbing James's back. I felt horrible. What James didn't know is that I was the one who told Brooke. I told her I saw James kissing a girl backstage, after one of our shows. I wasn't sure if he even knew what he was doing. But once I realized he hadn't told her, I did. And she broke up with him. Maybe it wasn't meant to be, but I still felt bad. For James. I never liked Brooke.

We walked up to the others, standing by the car. "Hey guys," I greeted them. Logan and Kendall looked at me then James expectantly. I nodded slightly. Kendall exhaled and said, "Well. We should get going. We're already late by…" He looked at his phone, "20 minutes."

Logan made a face then got in the car. After everyone piled in, he said, "I don't even wanna do this interview. How did we get forced into this?"

"I don't know, but I hope it doesn't take long," Kendall said.

"And I hope it isn't being filmed," Logan added.

I looked over at James, sitting next to me. He was looking out the window, but I saw his hand on his pocket, over his phone.

Logan and Kendall kept up a steady stream of complaints about the heat and the waste of time this was going to be. I tuned them out.

Once we arrived at the radio station, we all got out and saw tons of fans. This was a last minute interview, how did so many people know about it?

I saw James's face switch immediately to happiness. The fans wouldn't know he was faking it. Our bodyguards ran out of their car and tried to rush us into the building. James stayed for a little, signing autographs, but after 2 minutes, he went inside. I tried to sign and take as many pictures as I could. I chatted with each fan a little, letting them know they were awesome. It made me feel good to compliment them. They handed me a bunch of stuff, and after the bodyguards finally ushered me inside, I was carrying a pile of stuff. This poster was to go to Kendall, this bracelet to James. I dropped it all off in the lobby, then followed Logan to the interview room.

When I walked inside, I held in a groan. Two old men sat in front of the room. There were four chairs in front of them, and about 10 cameras. It was hot as hell in there, and I saw Kendall sweating already. He wiped his forehead and took a seat. I sat in the last available seat, between Logan and James. James was sitting on the end, staring at his microphone. I nudged him as I sat down, and gave him a look. Basically telling him to suck it up and put on a decent face. He straightened up and smiled.

The interview seemed to last forever, and the old men had almost no idea who we even were. I was sweating a lot, and I could tell the other guys were, too. I asked one of the people on the sides for a bottle of water but she shook her head and mouthed 'sorry'. I sighed, and looked around. Kendall was going on about our new season, and Logan was discreetly texting inside his hat on his lap. I smiled and shook my head.

I looked at James and saw him actually paying attention. He looked down at me and smiled. It wasn't one of those 'I'm totally faking it' smiles, but an 'I think I'm getting over it' kind. I smiled back, and he mock-pinched my shoulder.

One of the guys asked James a question, and he started answering it, but Logan kept cutting him off. Everyone was laughing, but I was wondering how they were actually enjoying themselves. This was torture.

After the interview finally ended, I rushed out to the fans and again, spent as much time with them as I could. We didn't have to go anywhere for another two hours, so the bodyguards let it slide. I looked over at James talking animatedly with a fan and smiled, knowing he wasn't faking it anymore.