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I pull back and grab her waist from behind her, burying my lips into the crook of her neck as she giggles and unlocks the stall. As we open the stall and stumble out of it- the bathroom door opens, in walking a random blonde with a extremely short tight dress that looks very slutty. She stops in her tracks and sees us coming out of the stall, my lips kissing up the arch of Amelia's neck and my arms snaked from behind her to meet at her stomach.

The girls face drops lightly at the sight of us and I don't know why. I've never seen this bitch before in my life so why is she staring at us like that?

Has she never heard of a bathroom hookup?

I look down at Amelia and see she has more of a worried expression on her face. Am I missing something?

"Just an assistant huh?" The annoying high pitch voice says in a pissed tone, making me furrow my brows together and looking down at Amelia who just looks shocked.

"Carly-" Amelia begins sympathetically but the girl cuts her off.

Carly? Who the fuck is Carly?

"You could've just told me you two were already fucking instead of watching me chase after him." She rolls her eyes and turns around, walking back out of the washroom.

Amelia knows this chick?

The door shuts and I immediately turn her body around to face me.

"What the fuck was that all about?" I ask while looking down at Amelia's worried expression.

"That was Carly, I met her last time. She's a friend of Erica's." She explains but I still look at her confused.

"Why was she so pissed?"

"Because, she has a thing for you and last time asked me if we were together- I said no. So she tried to make a move on you but apparently you blew her off." She explains while her eyes start to get glossy.

Oh fuck she was the whore that came up to me when I saw Amelia on stage last time. I barely even looked at her. I knew that annoying ass voice sounded familiar.

I notice Amelia getting upset and it makes me even more confused.

"Why do you look like you're going to cry?" I say in concern while examining her every expression.

"Because-" Her fragile voice begins; "She thinks I tried to set her up for failure and I hurt her feelings." Tears build up in her eyes before one rolls down her inflamed cheek.

I widen my eyes and wipe her tears, "Baby oh my god don't cry, you didn't do anything wrong." I say in shock. Their is no reason for her to cry over this. The last time we were here was weeks ago, so much has happened since then between us. She didn't do anything wrong by telling her that we were just professional because it was so early in our physical relationship.

"I made her think she had a chance with you." She says through light tears- trying to control herself. Her eyes go bloodshot and I tuck the loose strand of her wavy hair behind her ear.

"Amelia stop crying please, you are over thinking this. You did nothing wrong, it's not your fault that I ignored her. So relax." I try to comfort her but don't really know how. I'm not good at this shit.

"I hate hurting people." Her rosy heated cheeks accompany her seldom face.

"I know baby." I wipe her tears away and bring her into my chest, running my hand through her hair to relax her.

We stand in the empty washroom for a good two minutes before she regains her emotions. She is the literal opposite of me, I would never care about something like this. But for Amelia, making someone upset absolutely shatters her.

As if that Carly chick thought she had a chance with me. Her voice voice sounds like a fucking squeak toy and her dress was so tight that basically everyone could see what she has underneath. I mean I know in the past that I'd fuck any girl with good blowjob lips and a nice ass but I guess I just see things a bit different now.

"C'mon- forget about this and lets go back up to the section." I say and she nods, wiping the remains of her tears.

We walk out of the washroom and I keep my arm firmly around her waist as we walk back up to the VIP section on the second level. I'm still fucking sweating from the blowjob and Amelia's lips are still inflamed from my dick in her mouth but hopefully no one notices. The last thing I need is for the guys to grill us about it and make her uncomfortable.

We walk back up to the boys drinking, they see us and smirk.

For fuck sakes.

"I thought you guys left- you've been gone for so long." Liam says while taking a sip from his beer.

We sit down on the couch, my arm moves to rest on her shoulder rather then her waist.

"Nope, we were just walking around." I try to play off and Amelia nods.

"Looking a little sweaty there Styles." Louis smirks, looking at me then to Amelia- instantly focusing on her swollen lips.

Fuck off Louis.

"Yeah it's really hot down there." I say calmly but sending him daggers. I really don't want her to feel so on display by this.

"Yeah I bet." Louis nods but I know he doesn't believe me.

Amelia shifts uncomfortably in her seat and tucks the hair behind her ear, something that she does when she's nervous. She crosses her legs and subtly glances at me with worries in her eyes.

"Amelia did you always have that 'birthmark' on your chest?" Louis arches his brow devilishly, making me look at the top of Amelia's breast and seeing the dark red hickey from my lips.

Fucking Louis is trying to put more light on this situation and I'm going to flip. He's always been the one to try and get a rise out of people. I can't get too pissed because I'm the same way but just more low key about it. Louis is more blatantly obvious when he tries to antagonize people.

Amelia's eyes go wide and she looks down at her cleavage, seeing the mark I left and pulling at the fabric to cover it.

"Boys what do you think about Ashley from reception?" Niall changes the subject, glancing at me.

"Oh incredible rack." Liam nods while taking a swig from his beer.

"Yeah she's really fucking hot." Louis nods in agreement while taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.

I exhale in relief with the change in subject and I can tell Amelia feels the same. I know she hates the attention, and especially about this shit. I know Niall changed the subject on purpose and it was probably because he knew it was making her uncomfortable. I feel like Niall is more understanding considering last night I was at his flat all in a rut over her.

I nod to Niall so he knows I appreciate it as the guys start talking about other shit. I lean down into Amelia's ear- trying to be as unnoticeable as possible.

"Sorry baby." I whisper on the behalf of the invasive guys. The tips of my lips brushing against her ear. She rests her hand on my leg and pats it softly, signalling to me that she's fine.