Chapter 6

I was walking up to the room I had decided to take to shower when I heard knocking at the door, I looked down at myself. I was a mess, I’d been in Adam’s gym for the past two hours and it showed. I was covered in a layer of sweat, I must have stank. No choice but to answer, the grumpy ass hasn’t been down since dinner. Bones was barking away at the door.

“Shut up.” I laughed as I opened the door, to be met with an almost familiar face. Where is she from?

“I just came to-“ Then she looked up. “Oh seriously, I’ve been gone about a week and he’s already got a slut in his bed. What the fuck? You need to get this into your thick skull princess, he doesn’t love you, he doesn’t even like you. You’re just some cute blonde chick he can fuck until he gets over his heartbreak, then he’ll latch onto the next supermodel who says yes.”

“Firstly, how dare you show up here after what you did, you know nothing about what went on here. Secondly, I am not sleeping with Adam. What sort of shallow person are you to jump to conclusions. Now what the fuck do you want?”

“To pick up my stuff.” She snapped, ignoring everything else I’d said.

“Adam’s sleeping, we’ll send it to you.” Before either of us could continue, Adam shuffled in

“Lee, I thought I heard Behati? Who are you talking to?” He froze when he realised who it was. “B.” He let it out as a sigh. “You can’t be here, you need to leave.”

“Moved on to the next chick so quickly Adam? Already fucking another slut, she doesn’t want you, just the fame that comes with you. It’ll blow her career out the water.” Adam looked confused, and I finally placed the final piece of the puzzle. We’d had a meeting together once, something about a shoot or whatever. Her and the other models were outraged because I had a normal meal that wasn’t only salad.

“We aren’t together, she’s a friend helping me out.” Adam said carefully, he already sounded tired of this.

“I think you should leave.” I told her.

“I saw that look. You never told him, did you?” I internally started screaming at her, on the outside I was as cool as a cucumber.

“Told me what?”

“Your little fuck buddy is a model.” I saw Adam’s eyebrows furrow together in confusion. “Yeah, not even a good one. She eats food, apparently doesn’t care all that much about her body and her image.” She looked me up and down. “Not to mention she’ll use and abuse you for fame, just like I did.” That was the final step.

“Right, get the fuck out. Don’t come back or I’ll call the police.” I slammed the door shut in her face and turned to Adam.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” He was obviously having a hard time deciding whether he could trust her or not.

“Because I didn’t want you to judge me, that and James doesn’t really know. I don’t think so anyway. I would be in so much shit.” I saw the hint of a smile. “Friends?”

“Of course. Sorry.” He pulled me into a hug.

“Don’t apologise, she was a psycho bitch. You may not see it now, but eventually you’ll realise you were lucky to get away.”

“It’s just hard right now.” He muttered.

“I know it is, and I’m here for you. We get through this shit together okay.” He nodded in agreement, we decided on a movie afternoon. It’s great that Adam had started interacting with human’s again, even though it was after a particularly stressful encounter. Personally, I don’t think it’s over. Pessimistic I know, but I have a feeling. And sadly, I tend to be right. There is no way he reacts that well to her showing up at the door, barely a peep. The only explanation I can think of is that Adam is more controlled, the ‘other’ Adam is the aggressive and unpredictable one. Maybe seeing Behati cheating on him was enough to bring that side of him out, to drive him to alcohol and then he was stuck in a rut. An endless cycle he couldn’t break alone, maybe eventually I’ll share my alcohol struggle story with him, because the others don’t get it. He can’t turn to them, they won’t understand the cravings, or the twisting of your mind as it desperately calls out for a drop. But that drop turns into a sip, turns into a shot, turns into a cup, turns into a glass. Next thing you know you wake up surrounded by empty bottles, days may have passed and you don’t remember anything. And you can’t change alone. So you are left desperately calling out for someone, anyone, to see your pain and to help.

“HURRY UP!” Adam shouted up the stairs, the key thing will be not to get him angry. A calm environment, let him recover on his own. The last thing we need here is extra stress, and that goes for every day. Even after we get past this struggle, we know it can happen again, the guys told me this wasn’t the first time. I doubt it would be the last, not unless he goes through some major changes.

“I’m coming, let me put on some clothes.” I heard him laughing downstairs and tried not to think about how sexy it sounded. The last thing I need is to fall for the broken man.  That’s not what he needs, he needs support, and not his best friend’s sister lusting over him. Which obviously isn’t happening. Nope. NO way. So, I almost definitely didn’t take note of the extremely tight fitting clothes he had on today. They were very flattering, I was looking in a friendly way. That happens… Right?

A/N - So, just saying I don't have anything against Behati or models but in order for the story to work and be interesting there had to be some conflict and drama! Hope you like it, please vote and comment :)