A/N: Still on pain meds, but you know I'll be using that as an excuse for what is written in this chapter. The chapter rating gives you a heads up, but as I said in chapter two, this isn't really my area of writing expertise. So, I hope it isn't too bad.

Chapter Rating: M

Enjoy.

On My Way Down

On the way down I saw you, & you saved me from myself & I won't forget the way you loved me. On the way down almost fell right through but I held onto you.

Chapter Six – Break Your Heart

Now listen to me baby, before I love and leave you, they call me heart breaker, I don't want to deceive you. If you fall for me, I'm not easy to please, I might tear you apart, told you from the start, baby from the start, I'm only gonna break your heart.

Carlos has his head wrapped and his arm is in a cast and sling. Getting him out of the hospital became like protecting the president. Hospital security was everywhere keeping fans away from his wheel chair. James was the one who had to pick him up. Logan was making an appearance at some lecture and Kendall was off doing something important with or without Jo James didn't know.

Katie was there as well, but she wasn't much help. She was just on the phone while James wheeled Carlos out of the hospital to his Audi that was pulled up around the front, security was also making sure that no one stole his eighty thousand dollar car.

The entrance to the hospital had become almost like a red carpet event. There were photographers and fans holding up signs telling Carlos to get well soon. It was sweet really.

One of the guards helped Carlos into the passenger's side and took the wheel chair away. Once he was seat belted up, James started the car and waved as they drove away.

"Well, that was fun." Carlos managed.

"You are such an idiot." Is all James could say.

"Thanks, I love you too man."

When they arrived back home, James let Mama K take over, he wanted to help out, but she refused him and told him to go enjoy his day.

He has nothing to do until five, when Hailey got off work. He's planning on picking her up and taking her out on another friendly outing. James wasn't sure where they were going to go, but seeing her again was pretty much that all James was looking forward to doing.

He settles for script reading. The last time Camille was over, she left the scripts that her director wanted him to look over. But James is restless and he isn't in the mood to just sit around and read a script today. So he leaves Carlos in the care of Mama K for the day and he heads off to Camille's set to talk to the director and talk about when these episodes can happen. James doesn't need Katie for things like this, he's a big boy and he isn't as stupid as he pretended to be at seventeen.

Everyone on set recognizes him, and a few of the new interns are star struck for a moment, they just stop and stare at him, but James never minds that.

Camille is talking to her director which happens to be just the man he's looking for. He comes up behind Camille and puts an arm around her shoulder. The director, Gibson gets wide eyes before smiling brightly at James.

"Diamond, what a surprise!"

"What's up Mr. Gibson, Camille here tells me you want me back on the show."

"Of course we do, ratings hit the roof last time you made an appearance." Gibson tells James with a grin. "Did Camille ever bring you the scripts?"

"Gave them to him last week." Camille answers for him.

"That's why I'm here; I want to know when we can start shooting. I go back on tour in a month though."

"Yes, yes, I'm aware," Gibson says, "I bought my niece tickets for your stop in New York."

James grins.

"Well, we're finishing up shooting an episode today. Next week, do you think you can come in and we'll start working on an episode, we can save it for next season if we have to, but is that alright with you?"

"That sounds great."

James follows Camille back to her dressing room and occupies himself with going through her characters wardrobe while she puts on her make-up to start shooting.

"How did you date go with that Hailey girl?"

"It wasn't a date." James said, "And it was nice until Carlos ended up in the hospital."

"Yeah, I wanted to go see him but Logan told me not to worry, Carlos was just being Carlos, not a big deal." She's brushing through her curls.

James shrugs, "He's got a concussion and a fractured arm, but when I brought him home this morning the hospital was like a red carpet event. Paparazzi and fans everywhere."

Camille smiles, "Carlos can work this in his favor."

"Katie is already on it. Shirts with Carlos's face and some type of get well soon slogans are already being marketed."

Camille laughs, "Katie is pretty amazing."

"Okay, but," Camille continues, "what do you mean your date wasn't a date?"

"Well, I didn't know what is was, cause I just asked her out. But then she told me it wasn't a date because although she would very much like to date me, she isn't naive, she knows I have a rep and she doesn't just want to be another one on the list basically. You know like that No Doubt song, 'I always kind of knew I'd end your ex-girlfriend, blah, blah, blah, something on the list'."

"It's amazing how you manage to completely butcher a song and still make it sound good. The song is called Ex-Girlfriend, by the way, Gwen Stefani is one of my idols." Camille says to him.

"What can I say? I've been blessed with the voice of an angel."

Camille laughs and says, "So she straight up told you, she wants to date you, she just doesn't want to be another casual fuck?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"This girl could be good for you James."

He shrugs. Everyone is implying that Hailey could be good for him because she's different from any other girl that he's ever taken an interest in. James doesn't know how that makes him feel. It's like because Hailey is different they're expecting her to change him. But people don't change, James knows this. Girls have tried to change him before; it's only ended in heart break on their part. Habits can change, people can't. His parents taught him that.

James likes Hailey, she makes him smile, laugh. He's comfortable around her, she's beautiful and she treats him like a normal person instead of a rock star, which is a good change of pace. Fame was always his dream and he wouldn't trade it for the world, but occasionally it can get overwhelming, Hailey felt like a good relief from that. Even his friends made comments on who he was.

"Do you want to stay for recording? I mean if you came all the way out here just to tell Gibson you're down for the role, then you must not have anything else to do."

"Sure."

James stays, but he doesn't watch much. He's too distracted by this tall, brunette intern that has legs that stretch for miles. Her black jeans are skin tight, her heels are so high it looks like it might hurt, her shirt shows her torso and her push-up bra makes her breast look two sizes bigger than they probably, actually are. To top it all off, she's wearing a cropped designer leather jacket, which means she's got style and James can always appreciate that. Her dark eyes keep glancing at him with this coy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. When she winks at him, it's all the invitation James needs to make his way over to her.

"I'm James." He whispers in her ear through her silky soft hair. She smells intoxicating.

"Aubrey." She replies.

Five minutes later, they're in an empty dressing room.

Nothing about their encounter is gentle. Their lips are crashing down against each other, violent and full of passion. He's got her pinned up against the wall, her hands held above her head while James lips move down her jaw line to her neck and onto her collarbone.

She's whispering his name because they're still on set and cameras are rolling. Her hands break free of James hold and his hands are on either side of her head, watching as her hands fumble with the button and the zipper on his jeans.

"Fuck." He manages to say as her hands slip down into his jeans. His head is resting on her shoulder while her hands work magic over his manhood.

"Can't wait to get to that part." She says in a low husky voice, it's sexy and James decides he wants to be back in control of this situation, now it's her jeans that are being pushed down.

He can't help but notice how she watches with hungry eyes as he slips on a condom. He's picking her up then and her legs are wrapping around his waist. She's up against the wall, gasping hard as he slips inside.

Her fingers are tangled in his hair pulling harder with each thrust upwards. James has his hands firmly grasping her ass, using the wall to keep them steady. James is sucking on her neck to keep himself from making any sound, because she's good, and maybe it's just the circumstances but James finds this so much hotter than most of his recent hookups. She's trying so hard not to make any noise, she's whimpering and making these small little noises, and James knows this must be torture for her, but it just makes him want to hear her.

He can feel himself getting close, and from the way her breathing has hitched, the way it's ragged and uneven, the way she's clutching on to him for life itself, James knows she is too. But she still hasn't screamed his name, and even though James is aware that it could get her into trouble, he wants to hear it.

He's about to tell her to say his name, when suddenly she's panting, "James! James-"

And there it is, she's moaning his name louder than he would have anticipated, and he's wondering if maybe the crew could hear it.

He's riding out the blissful moment just as she is. And when he sets her down, she's still holding on to him.

"You can't expect me to just walk away after that. I need a moment." She says, and James is trying not to look smug.

"If it weren't so damn sexy I'd tell you to get rid of the look on your face."

"Are you going to be okay?" James asks, "I can talk Gibson into letting you go home."

"Or maybe you could take me."

"I'd love to," he says, "But I have plans."

"Ah, yes, music to make, movies to star in, other girls to fuck senseless. I get it."

James laughs quietly. "Yeah pretty much."

"Well then," she says, "you know where to find me if you're ever craving an on set hook up while you're filming."

He grins at her and says, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

She's dressed now, but her legs still look wobbly. She's putting her leather jacket back on when she says, "I bet you don't even remember my name."

"Aubrey." He says without hesitation.

"I'm impressed. I've heard that you're a total jackass that usually can't even remember the names of the women he's with."

"I am a total jackass." He states, "But unless I'm drunk, I can usually remember names. It's the least I can do."

"Women should be paying you to experience that." She says slipping on one of her heels. She loses balance but James catches her.

He laughs and says, "I might lose business if I start charging."

She grins and readjusts herself before they head back out into everyone's presence. No one seems to have noticed they were gone, but Camille approaches him, she's not in the scene that they're currently filming.

"Really, you are disgusting." Is all she has to say to him.

He shrugs, "This is who I am, besides, she came on to me."

He stays on set and talks things over with Gibson's assistant because Gibson himself is still filming, until he gets a text that says:

I'm off in five minutes.

It's from Hailey and James is then saying his goodbyes around set and getting back into his Audi.

She's sitting outside on a bench, her hair is up, and like usual; she isn't wearing any make-up besides mascara. She's wearing a tight-fitting pencil skirt and her light blue button up shirt with the Chase symbol embroidered on the right, is tucked in. She's wearing low heels, and James is impressed with how professional she looks.

He doesn't get out of the car, but that's okay because as soon as she sees him, she's up on the bench and sliding into his passenger's side seat.

"You look very professional." He tells her in a very business-like voice.

"You look like you always do." She smiles.

"That's good, right?" he asks as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"Of course it is."

"So," James says, "What do you want to do on this fine May day."

"Well, it'd be nice if I could change out of my work clothes, into some play clothes."

"A la casa de Whitley, si senorita." James has perfected his Spanish since living in Los Angeles. It comes in handy.

James follows her up the stairs to her third floor apartment and that wonderful scent of her home is once again welcoming him in. She heads into the kitchen gets herself a glass of water and then offers to some to James.

After he has a colorful see-through plastic glass in his hand that's filled with ice cubes and cold water, she's off to her bedroom to change out of her work clothes.

James sits down on her white couch again and he's examining the picture of himself and Hailey on the coffee table. It's a good picture of them both. Next to it is the kaleidoscope, just like the night before. It strikes James as odd and he wonders what significance it has to her. Why is it important enough to keep out in the open where it is visible to everyone who enters her home? He's about to pick it up when Hailey emerges from her bedroom in a new outfit.

She's wearing beige shorts that aren't nearly as long as they should be. They aren't indecent, not by any means; they come down to just above mid-thing and hang loosely around her leg, looking rather comfortable.

It's just that other people will be seeing just as much of Hailey's leg and think the exact same thing that he's thinking. Can legs get any more perfect? Tan, toned, feminine, they're perfect. She should model her legs. Tall enough or not, those legs are beautiful.

It's just why James doesn't like the fact that they're going out, somewhere that has yet to be decided, and everyone else will be admiring her legs the way he is.

It doesn't sit well with him.

She's also wearing a pale pink, loose fitting tank-top, there's no design on it, just a small pocket over the right side of her chest. She throws her hands on her hips and says, "Let's go casual."

"That's your thing isn't it?" he says smiling. "Casual?"

"I think it suits me. Seeing as I make a considerably large amount of money less than you do. I don't exactly have diamond studded shoes in my closet and a Vera-Wang dress that I'm just dying to wear to my next red carpet event.

"I could always get you one." He grins.

"Of course you could." She rolls her eyes and flops down on the couch next to the one he's sitting on.

"So, what are we doing today on this second try at a non-date."

She lets out a short laugh and James likes the happy look she has on her face as she stares up at the ceiling. "What should we do?" she asks herself.

"What do you do with your normal friends on non-dates?"

"Well," she says sitting up, "most of my friends are female."

"You know all those surfers." James points out.

"That's different. They aren't people I just call up and say hey I'm bored let's do something. Oh! Wait, Elliot," she says, "Elliot is a male friend of mine that I enjoy hanging out with and we go on non-dates all the time."

The name Elliot is enough to put James off worrying. James pictures a tall, lanky kid with glasses and acne. Hailey is too nice to tell even a guy like that that she won't be friends with him. He's either a nerd or he's gay, James decides, because really who wouldn't try and get on real dates with Hailey? That's his own purpose. Hang out with her on non-dates until she wants to go on a real date.

"So what do you and Elliot do on your non-dates?"

"We go bowling a lot." She says matter o'factly.

"I haven't been bowling in years." James states trying to remember the last time he went bowling.

"Well, then." Hailey stands, "It's settled, we're going bowling."

James grins and stands as well.

"Wait," she says, "friends hug, so I think I want a hug from James Diamond before we go on our outing."

"Our non-date adventure?" he offers up with another grin.

He has his arms wide open for Hailey and she slips into them like perfection. She fits there pressed against his chest, just small enough for him to rest his chin on top of her head without a struggle. It's relaxing and James feels like the world has never felt so right as it does while she has her arms wrapped around him.

When they pull apart Hailey says, "You smell different."

He wonders what she means by that, it's not like they've spent any serious up close and personal time together. Could she really have memorized his trademark scent in such a short amount of time? If she has then this process of getting on a real date with Hailey might go faster than he thought before.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

She laughs slightly, "I mean, it's not like I know what you smell like all the time, but you always kind of have a hint of Cuda Man Spray, and you smell like a man, but you kind of smell like perfume."

James tries not to swallow hard. Aubrey had smelled like perfume. The vision of their encounter flashes in his mind, but he isn't turned on, he feels kind of guilty about hooking up with someone and then coming to meet Hailey.

But that's ridiculous. He and Hailey aren't dating, at least not yet. And even if they were, cheating for him was almost as trademark as smelling like Cuda and looking as fly as a person can look. But James pictures those heartbroken looks on Hailey's face and it gives him a feeling that isn't all that pleasant.

"I was on set with Camille today, some interns were asking for my autograph and pictures."

"Of course they were." Hailey winks at him.

She isn't stupid, she isn't naive, lying to her isn't something he should start doing. She'll see right through him.

"Fine." He says. "No interns were asking for autographs."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Mr. Diamond, we aren't dating. But lying isn't going to get you anywhere in my books."

"You want to know what I did?"

"James." Hailey says, "We aren't dating, so you don't have to explain-"

"Yeah, I know," James shrugs, "But eventually, I would like to date you. So the truth is, I hooked up with an intern on set in an empty dressing room while the cameras were rolling."

"Wow." She said, "Somehow that's exactly what I expected." She's laughing though, she isn't offended and James is relieved, but he's also confused.

"You're not mad, or upset? You're not going to lecture me on how my one-time-only deals are degrading to women, you're not going to player hate?"

She laughs, "Player hate? James, as I said before, we aren't dating, I have no right to be mad. As far as your usual rituals, you aren't the only guilty one. These women aren't innocent bystanders, then it'd be rape and as far as I know, everyone walks away from you completely satisfied."

James grins.

"But," she continues, "If ever we do date, I'm telling you now. I won't tolerate it. I can put up with a a lot of bull, but cheating is one thing I won't stand for."

"I'll keep that in mind."

They're in his car and Hailey is flipping through radio stations. Humming along to songs that she knows and making faces or unflattering sounds to songs that she doesn't like. It's childish, but James finds it irresistibly cute.

When they arrive at Hailey's bowling alley of choice, she pulls out her wallet. But James steps in front of her and takes charge.

As they go to pick out a ball and find their lane, Hailey says, "I don't want to get used to this."

"Why not?"

"Because, what if we do date, and our relationship doesn't last? Then I'll be so accustomed to having a rich boyfriend buying me everything that I'll have to resort to cuddling up next to old men, so not what I want to end up doing."

James laughs. "Well, then don't get used to it, just enjoy it now."

They bowl, and Hailey is good, but James is rusty. Eventually though, he's working up his skill level and he's getting pretty good. Like he does with everything. He's multitalented; it may even be supernatural how amazing he is at almost everything.

They're sitting away from their lane at some high tables with a basket of chicken wings in front of them and napkins beginning to pile high. James can't remember the last time he felt so normal. It was something he used to hate, but now, here with Hailey, having fun, he doesn't mind.

They're laughing and Hailey is sipping some soda out of her cup when James smiles smugly at her. "You are going to fall for me."

"You said that yesterday with just as much confidence."

"I am very confident. I know you are. You will fall madly in love with me."

"And if I do," she says, "Will I just be another quick fling, or we have a meaningful relationship?"

"We will have six months of passionate romance." James says leaning forward. "Very passionate romance."

"We'll spend the days making love on the beach." She winks at him.

"I like that idea very much." He says truthfully, "And I'll sing you love songs."

"I'll be your muse."

"But I'll break your heart." He says, it comes out almost like a faraway regret. Like it's already happened or its set in stone. It makes him sad.

"I know you will." Her voice holds the same tone. Like this is already written in the future, like no matter what it has to happen. They're looking deep into each other's eyes and James doesn't want to break her heart. He doesn't want to see her face crying and know that he is the reason for all her distress the way he has been for so many other women.

Then she smiles at him, and it doesn't quite reach her eyes, but it lightens the suddenly serious mood, "But at least you warned me right?"

They're on a different round of food now, nachos and so Chicken Crispers. But James has just noticed that there's a tattoo on Hailey's left forearm and James wonders how he never noticed it before. It's black ink and cursive script, but James can't make out what it says.

So he asks.

"What does your tattoo say?"

Hailey looks down at her arm and holds it out in front of him. "First Corinthians, chapter thirteen, verses four through eight." She says.

"You're a Christian?" he asks. It isn't accusing, he's just curious.

She shrugs, "I'm not sure what I am most of the time. I mean, I believe there is a God and all that stuff, but I'm too caught up in the mundane most of the time to really give thought to much else. But this is the verse about love."

"What is it?"

"Love is patient and kind" She begins looking down at her arm. "Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable, and it keeps no record of being wronged. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance."

"That's powerful."

She nods, "I don't really know what to believe in a lot of the time, and I never really know what's real and what's not. But I figured with this on me as a visible reminder, when I fall in love this is what I'll look for in my relationship. If the man is patient and kind. If he's jealous or brags about things that I might want to keep private. If he can give up certain things for me, and doesn't always bring up the past. If he doesn't give up on me, even when I tell him to or I feel like giving up on myself. You know, he'll be there, he'll care. And no I'm not looking for perfection, it sounds like a lot to ask, but when you really think about it, I don't really think it is."

"I agree." James says, "That isn't too much to ask of someone, and if they can't deal with it, then you deserve better."

She smiles at James and even though James doesn't believe in love for himself, that's what love should hold for other people. Especially Hailey, she's special. But the thought of another man making her laugh and smile as much as he does doesn't sit well with him either.

When he drops her off at home, he gets out of the car and walks her back up to her apartment. She smiles at him, thanks him for a great night, tells him that they have to do it again sometime, and James tells her just to let him know when she's off work, he'll make time to pick her up.

He's dying to kiss her, but she closes the door and leaves him standing in the cool night air with longing.

Back at the house, it's quiet. Carlos is in his room, already asleep, put to bed and well-kept by Mama K. Logan is pending the night with Camille and James thinks that Kendall is at Jo's until he passes by Kendall's room and a blonde head pokes out.

"James, come here." Kendall pulls James into the room and James sits across from his best friend, confused.

"What's up Kendall?"

"I need your opinion on something. Cause you know women, and I got something for Jo, but I want to make sure she'll like it first."

"Kendal, come on, Jo like hates me, and you've been dating her for like the past seven years, I wouldn't know-"

James is cut off by the sight before him. Kendall has reached into his pocket and he pulled out a little black box.

"Is that-"

James can't even finish the sentence.

Kendall nods. He opens it and inside the little black box is just as James suspected a fat diamond ring.

"Will she like it?" Kendall asks.

"Kendall, that's a huge rock." James says, "She'll be the biggest bitch in the world if she doesn't."

They're both just staring at the ring. It's huge and James can see it in Kendall's eyes, this is what he wants. So he takes a risk and says, "Ken, you're not going to leave us, are you?"

Kendall looks up at James and gives his best friend a reassuring smile, "No way."

James stays with Kendall for about an hour, discussing how he's planning it, where he plans on doing it, what he plans on saying, James agrees to dress Kendall on the big night. he congratulates his friend and wishes him the best of luck, and reassures him that Jo will say yes.

When James finds his way back to his own room, he lies down in his bed. And he doesn't know why, after such big news, his mind wanders to Hailey and what she said about love. It's everything that Kendall and Jo have together.

He wonders what Hailey's wedding will be like. Will they still be friends by then? Will they have dated and separated on bad terms? Or will they have separated on amicable terms?

There's another option. About Hailey's wedding, but James doesn't even let himself entertain the idea.

A/N: So, this one is a bit longer than the others. Hope you don't mind. Also, I apologize if the sex scene was terrible. As is my usual excuse, I don't normally write stuff like this.

So anyways, Kendall is getting married, gasp! It is all a part of a deep, developing plot, with lots of foreshadowing.

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