My stupid wrist wakes me up at 4 in the morning, much to my dismay. I grumble at the pain and roll out of bed, well attempted to roll out of bed. I look down at me waist to see Luke's arm tightly wrapped around me as he pulls me back to him. My back is pressed to his chest, and he's still sound asleep. "Luke, let me get up for a minute."

"No." He mumbles groggily. "Just five more minutes."

"I need to get some medicine. My wrist really hurts." I whisper back to him as I gently pry him off. "I'll be right back." I smile at him as he goes back to sleep. A small snore escapes his lips, his hair messily falls in his face, but he still look as handsome as ever. I grab my phone from the nightstand, holding back a laugh as I take a quick picture of him.

A cabinet closes in the kitchen, which makes me jump at the sound. I look around the corner to see Nico pulling out a bowl and setting it on the counter. I walk into the kitchen silently watching him for a moment before he notices me. "Hey, Ducky. What are you doing up?"

I know there's no point lying to him, so I lift up my bruised wrist for him to see. He was bound to notice it soon. "My wrist was hurting. I came for some medicine."

"What the heck happened?" He questions as he gently looks over it, continuing when he noticing the marks Peter's fingers left. "Let me rephrase, who did this to you?"

"You remember my 'ex,' Peter?" I ask him, making sure to put air quotes around 'ex.'

"I thought you hadn't seen him since he moved away."

"Apparently, he moved here. I ran into him a couple weeks ago, but I got out of there when I realized it was him. He started texting me this morning, wanting to get back together and stupid stuff." I sigh, really wishing I didn't have to be telling this story right now. "Anyway, he tracked me down while Luke and I were on our date. He wouldn't give up, even after I said what I needed to. He grabbed my wrist, and I ended up breaking his nose before running away." I barely whisper out the last part, nearly crying again at the thought of how angry and bitter I was.

"Did Luke not do anything about it?" Nico asks, obviously mad at Peter.

"I kept him back, but after I ran off he made sure Peter knew to stay very far away."

"Good. I knew there was something I liked about him." Nico tells me with a ghost of a smile. "Go sit down in the living room. I'll grab you some medicine and bandages."

"Why do I need bandages?"

"You're wrist is pretty bruised. It's better to wrap it up than leave it be. Trust me, I know what I'm doing." So that's exactly what I do. I end up crying to Nico about my losing control, and how full of hatred and anger I was when I punched Peter. I even told Nico all the things he said. "He's wrong you know. I think Luke's too smitten with you to ever leave."

"You mean he loves me too much to leave." I whisper with a small smile.

"Yeah. Did you two finally say it to each other?" Nico asks with a raised eyebrow and smiles when I nod. "Good." There a bit of silence between us as he finishes wrapping up my wrist. "I'm glad you found him, Ducky. He seems to make you really happy."

"He brings out the best in me."

"I've noticed. Now, go get some sleep. I'm pretty sure you have something to do with the guys tomorrow." I nod my head and follow his advice. I double check the schedule for tomorrow's events

"Lovely. They have an interview and studio day." I whisper to myself. I make sure to set an alarm before I crawl back into my bed.

"Stay for tonight if you want to. I can show you, what my dreams are made of—" My phone blares the song, jolting me and Luke awake.

I search for my phone groggily and hit the screen until it turns off. "What's with the alarm?" Luke asks looking at me with his blue eyes glazed over from sleep.

"You guys have an interview in an hour and a half." I tell him simply still admiring how he can still look so good in the morning. "We should probably start getting ready."

"Just a little bit longer." He whispers resting head back down. "I never noticed you have freckles."

"That's because they never really show up. Plus they usually get covered in makeup."

"I wish you wouldn't cover them up. They're cute."

I just laugh at him and quickly kiss him before rolling out of bed. "C'mon, it's time to get up. Plus, we have to wake the others up."

"Wait." Luke calls, and I turn around to face him. He plants a gently kiss on my lips. "How are you feeling?"

"Better. Nico wrapped up my wrist, so that seems to be helping."

"Good." He says with a small smile. "Let's go try to wake the guys up."

I barely manage to get Michael halfway up by hitting him in the face with a pillow--repeatedly-- when I hear the doorbell ring. "Michael Clifford, get your lazy butt out of bed and sober up." I shout at him as I run to the front door. Most of the guys are pretty hungover from last night, which is unfortunate seeing as how their interview for Rolling Stones was pushed forward to today. "Luke, get the guys out of bed and make them drink lots of coffee. We need this interview to go well, which probably won't happen if they're all still drunk."

"Babe, don't worry. I've got this handled." He tells me with a smile, and the doorbell rings again. "You should probably go get that."

"Yeah." I nod running over to the door, checking my appearance one last time in front of the mirror. I pull open the door with a smile to see a middle-aged man who looks like he's still trying to pull a modern day, edgy look. "Hi, you must be Mr. Jeffrey from Rolling Stone."

"Yes, I am. You are?" He asks looking me over from head to toe, making me feel very self-conscious.

"I'm Andy Parker. I work as a managing consultant for the band." I pause, shaking my head. "I'm sorry for my rudeness. Please, come inside."

He says nothing for a moment as he steps inside and looks over the house with the same scrutiny he analyzed me with. "Do you mind if I ask you a question." He tells me, and I don't have a chance to respond before he asks anyway. "If you're a managing consultant for the band, why is it everyone thinks you're dating a band member? Wouldn't the rumors have gotten you reassigned."

"I haven't been reassigned because so far there hasn't been a substantial reason for me to be. Rumors are bound to pop up no matter who is helping manage the band." I tell him casually avoiding the question. "Can I get you anything to drink while we wait? The guys should be out in a minute."

"No, thank you." He tells me coldly and sits down on the couch. I sit in the living room with him, mostly because I don't trust him to not snoop around if he's left here alone. I nearly shout from joy when Luke walks out, quickly followed by a groggy Ashton. Mr. Jeffrey stands to his feet, quickly introducing himself to the pair. "I'm Theodore Jeffrey from the Rolling Stones. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too. I'm Luke, and this is Ashton." Luke tells him with a smile as he directs Ashton to sit down.

"I'll go get you two some coffee and check on the other two." I give Luke a smile and reassuring nod. "Keep him talking." I mouth to my boyfriend as I walk back to the bedrooms. "Calum Thomas Hood, you better be out of bed, or I'm dumping cold water on you." I whisper-shout as i stomp into his room. He's not up, and I shake my head as I grab a bottle of water from his bed-side table. "Calum!" I shake him a couple times, but he just groans as he pulls his covers farther up his head. "That's it. I gave you a chance." I yank back the sheet and pour the water on him.

"What the--?!" He shouts, but I quickly cover his mouth.

"Be quiet. Your Rolling Stones interview was bumped up to today." I tell him and his glazed over eyes go wide. "So I need you to get out of bed and go into the living room. Just make sure to act like you aren't hungover if that's a possibility."

"Got it. I'll get some coffee." He mumbles as he starts walking out.

"Calum, you should probably get dressed before you go out there." I tell him, motioning to his bare chest. "We don't need The Rolling Stones interviewer scarred like me or writing about how you showed up without a shirt." He nods, and I leave him too it while I go get Michael. Luckily, he was already halfway up. Unfortunately, it took the same method as Calum, which is dumping water on him. Although, he was a lot less surprised about it than Cal was. "Come on, we need to get you some coffee and into the living room."

He barely protests as I drag him out. I put on my best polite smile as I walk past the group. "Are you sure there's nothing I can get you, Mr. Jeffrey?"

"I'm sure." He tells me bluntly before returning his focus back to the guys. "So what gave you guys the idea for your new album?"

I roll my eyes at the generic question as I walk into the kitchen. Three well balanced cups of coffee later, I'm nearly convinced I could pull off being a waitress if my singing career doesn't work out. "Here you go guys." I tell them with a smile as I set the mugs on the table. They all give me a grateful smile as they start to drink.

"Ah, now that Miss Parker has returned, I would like to ask you about the rumors that have been circulating." He asks tapping his pen against his notepad as I sit down on the loveseat across from Luke.

My heartbeat quickens, and I start feeling light-headed as the debate starts in my head.

I take a deep breath, trying my best to appear calm. Play the game, Andy. Do what you would if he was John. "Pardon?" I ask, but I don't wait for him to respond. "I thought you were here to interview the guys about the album. Unless Rolling Stones has started dipping their toes into the gossip realm?"

"Not at all. I was just a bit curious." He tells me with a devilish smile that makes me sick. I can see right through his polite facade. It's obvious he's not a fan of the guys, and I'm assuming he's one of those "old rock" farts that hates the people like the guys and I who try to bring something new to the scene. Now he's looking for any reason to tear them down. "Also, I think this is a question better suited for the band to answer."

"Rumors are rumors. They happen everywhere we go, but Andy's just a close friend to us." Luke comments, avoiding looking at me at all. He probably thinks I'll be upset at him, but I appreciate it. We've only been dating for two weeks and official for one. We haven't talked about when we're going public yet, but I know that when we do, it will be on our terms.

"Mhm." He stays silent, writing something down on his notepad as he continues. "Would anyone else care to comment on that?"

"Not really. Luke pretty much said everything." Michael tells him, leaning back into the couch as he takes another sip of coffee.

"Tell me. Have you put any thought about your upcoming tour at all? Any bands you're looking at to open up for you?" He asks, giving me another pointed look. He probably did his research and saw Michael's tweet about my band. I wouldn't be surprised if he turns this into a smear campaign saying the guys are impartial to my band because I've spent so much time with them.

"We've been looking at a couple different bands, but nothing has been decided yet. We still have a lot to consider and talk to management about it." Ashton says cheerily. The rest of the interview goes by the same way, with every question feeling like a double-edged sword. There are multiple times where I internally cringe at the answers given, but also plenty where I wish I could commend them for how they handle themselves. I do my best to stay out of it, since it's not my interview and I don't want him putting any more attention on me than he already has.

"Thank you very much for your time." Mr. Jeffrey tells the guys as he stands up, flipping his notebook shut with a smile. "It was a pleasure getting to meet you all--including you Miss Parker."

"The pleasure was all mine." I lie through my teeth as I escort him out. I sigh in relief when I hear his car drive away as I slide to the floor. "Thank goodness he's gone."

"What are you talking about? That wasn't too bad." Calum shouts to me as he walks into the kitchen.

"Were you in the same reality as I was? He was totally trying to find anything to slam you guys with." Everyone looks at me confused, and I continue to explain it all to them. "All the questions about the rumors? How he kept directing the topic to something other than the album? Did you not notice how his demeanor changed when he asked about who you were considering to open up for you on tour?"

"Are you sure you weren't just nervous for us?" Michael scoffs, obviously not believing me.

I turn to Luke to see if he'll support me, but he seems torn between what he previously thought and what I just told them. "Trust me, guys. Over the years I've gotten pretty good at reading people and finding their second hand motive. Side effect of growing up having to deal with John, I suppose."

"I don't know, Andy." Ashton turns to me from his spot on the couch. "I will admit something seemed--off, but I don't know if he had some ulterior motive."

"If you don't want to believe me, that's fine. I know people, and I know what I saw." I tell them with an indifferent shrug. If they choose not to believe me, that's fine. It doesn't change the truth, but they'll find out I was right soon enough. "Please, tell me you at least believe me." I ask Luke, and he just shrugs. "Really?"

"I think you might be right. It was kind of weird how he kept asking off the wall questions. Plus, it was weird how he kept glancing over at you." He tells me with his face contorted in thought.

"I noticed." I pause for a second. "Hey, thanks for answering that question about the rumors."

"No problem. I figured we probably should wait a little bit before we decide to go public. Plus, we should be able to do it when we decide to, not when some silly interviewer wants the headline." He tells me, and I can't help but smile at him. "What?"

"Nothing. That's just exactly what I was thinking." I give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Just so you know, whenever you want to go public, I'll be ready." A yawn escapes my lips, causing Luke to laugh. "For now, I'm going back to sleep for a couple more hours."

"Okay, I'll get you up in a couple hours." Luke tells me giving me a quick kiss, whispering an 'I love you' into my hair so the others can't hear. I whisper it back before I walk into my room and crash, exhausted from the few short hours I've been up. "Andy, wake up. We have to leave for the studio soon." Luke whisper as he gently shakes my shoulder.

"Do we have to?" I whine groggily as I pull the blankets back up to my chin.

"Yes, we have to." He laughs at me. "Plus, you'll finally get to hear more of the album."

"Fine. I'm up. I'm up." I joke as I climb out of bed.