*Disclaimer...another emotion filled chapter. And this one is definitely for a mature audience. Please leave your comments as you wish!

Julie and Amanda were waiting backstage in one the dressing rooms. They had all fallen asleep earlier, and both couples were woken up to banging on the doors. There had really been no time to speak since their meetings that morning. Julie was still exhausted. She didn't even know what day it was. She slept some with Harry, but he was still so tense that she had a hard time completely relaxing. When he got up, he had been nonstop. Shower, leave, interviews, and now almost show time. Niall had made sure the girls got international calling on their plans as soon as he could. There was no way he was going through that trauma again. Julie sighed and leaned her head back against the couch. She opened her eyes and took the coffee when Amanda handed it to her.

"Thank god. I'm SO tired. Thank god for good coffee." Amanda said sitting next to JJ again. "You're not ok, are you?" She asked turning towards her.

"I'm ok. But Harry's reaction was a lot stronger than I ever anticipated. He's extremely angry. And he's mostly angry at me because I spoke to Zayn. I'm not quite sure why. I think he's having a bunch of misplaced anger. I don't get why he's so angry about that." She took a sip of her coffee.

"You don't get why? He's angry at Zayn. He's hurt by Zayn, and he's JEALOUS, JJ. You have to see that." Amanda said.

"Jealous? Of what? Why would he be jealous?" Julie asked looking over at Amanda.

"Remember Kendall, JJ? Remember how you felt when he was seen with her in Paris?" Amanda asked her.

"Of course, I do. Thanks for reminding me. But that is NOT the same as this. I never had ANYTHING going on with Zayn. I spoke to him a few times. I never had a relationship with him." Julie said shaking her head.

"JJ. Ok, remember Florida, and the meet and greet photos. Jealously isn't rational, but he's jealous. Trust me." Amanda said confidently.

"You're insane." Julie said. She watched Harry and Niall walk in. Harry wouldn't even look at her. This wasn't over. She took a deep breath. She watched Amanda and Niall hug and kiss before Niall got ready to go on stage. She stood up, but Harry just turned and walked out the door. She just shook her head and sat back on the couch. She stayed there for the entire show. No matter how many times Amanda tried to persuade her into watching. She just wasn't in the mood. After the show, they were leaving immediately to go to South Africa. She was wondering if Harry, at this point, would even let her on the plane.

Amanda watched Harry and JJ after the show as they were walking to the cars to go to the airport. She didn't like his behavior one bit. Harry had barely spoke to Julie, and when he did, it was short. Things like, 'let's go', 'get in', 'hurry up'. Amanda wanted to say something so bad. Even when they were sitting in the car. Harry either was looking at his phone or out the window. JJ wouldn't say a word. But every time Amanda tried to speak up, Niall would pull on her hand and just shake his head at her. He said quietly to her, 'it's not the time'. But it was the time. Someone needed to say something. Harry was being an ass. Like more so than she'd imagined. She didn't like seeing JJ just sit back and take it either. She imagined that's exactly how it was in Julie's past. She wished Harry would realize it too. She knew Harry was nothing like Johnny, but this was just so hard to watch and remain quiet. It was not in her nature to remain silent. When they got to the airport, Harry just got out of the car and didn't even wait for Julie. Oh, she was in complete Mama Bear mode right now but was advised not to say anything.

The plane had reached its cruising altitude, and Julie got up. She went and got a bottle of water for herself and one for Harry. When she went to hand it to him, he wouldn't even take it. She fought back her tears and went and sat by herself further back in the plane. She stared out the window at nothing but darkness. She needed to deal with him, and she would. But she had to do it when they were alone. She absolutely got the misplaced anger. She had gone through it for years. Angry at herself and everyone else, but not enough at the person who caused the pain in the first place. She had put some of that displaced anger on Harry, especially in the beginning of their relationship. She could take it for him. Be the one who understood what he was going through. Yet she needed to stand up to him also. Let him know he couldn't take advantage of her either.

Amanda watched the interaction. She would try to remain calm, but she had to say something. "Harry," Amanda said quietly to him. "Don't you think maybe you're being a bit hard on JJ? I can tell you that all she worried about was getting here to you. Does it really matter how she found out?"

"Stay out of it Amanda. We can work through it on our own." Harry said standing up. He looked back at Julie sitting staring out of the window. He was angry. At everything. He couldn't separate it right now. Part of his heart was breaking. Maybe Amanda was right, maybe he was being a bit hard on her. But just the thought of her and Zayn..... He shook his head and went towards the front of the plane. He sat alone and tried to sort through everything. He'd always taken things harder than the other guys. He knew Louis, Liam and Niall were hurting too. But they handled it differently than he did. He was so glad Louis and Liam were on the other plane. He just couldn't have dealt with them. He could barely deal with anyone. He felt this hole in his heart and he just didn't know what to do about it. It hurt so much.

Niall sighed. "Amanda, I don't like it either. But it's best not to poke a bear when it's already angry."

"He needs to suck it up, Niall, because I won't stay quiet much longer. I won't watch her let him walk all over her. She has someone to stick up for her now. I won't watch her go backwards." Amanda said crossing her arms and leaning back against the seat.

The drive to the hotel from the airport in South Africa was just as tense. Same type of shortness. JJ still hadn't said a word to him, and just let him speak to her like that. Amanda was annoyed, but again Niall just kept stopping her, telling her it wasn't the time. Oh, she was having such a hard time biting her tongue right now.

When they walked into the hotel, Amanda got even more annoyed. Harry really was treating JJ with so much disrespect, she could barely take it. She grabbed JJ's arm and stopped her in front of her and Niall's door. "JJ, you can stay with us. You don't have to deal with that. I get he's angry, but he's really being quite mean."

"I told you to stay out of it Amanda." Harry said. He took Julie's bag from her. "She will be fine." He took her bag and walked to his door, opened it and waited.

Julie stopped Amanda before she could say anything else and quietly said to her, "It will be fine. Apparently, we have to have this out some more anyway. There's nothing I can do to change it. If I need to, I will come knock on the door. He's having a hard time right now. He can't separate everything. I've been there. I know what he's going through. He's got so much inside, he doesn't know which way to go. How to control anything. Feeling out of control of everything is a tough feeling. We'll be fine. No matter what, I know that he would never hurt me. That's all I need to remember.'' She walked towards Harry's room as Niall and Amanda walked into their room.

Niall closed the door behind him and Amanda. "Oh, come on, you can't be mad at me."

"I'm mad at the situation, Niall. JJ wasn't saying a thing to him, and he is treating her horribly. I hate seeing her take it. I imagine her taking it is how she was with her ex bastard. I won't let her be treated like that. She has me now. By god, even if it is Harry, I won't let him walk all over her." Amanda said turning and looking at him.

"I know." Niall walked up to her and kissed her. "But JJ doesn't seem scared. She just seems patient. I have faith in her. She can deal with him. And you know Harry would never physically hurt her. Ever."

"Yes, I know he wouldn't. But it bothers me a lot." Amanda said leaning her head on his shoulder.

Julie walked past Harry, into the room, and to the couch. She was just going to go to sleep. She sat down and took off her shoes. She pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and laid it out.

"What are you doing?" He asked her setting their bags down.

"Oh, are we talking now?" She asked straightening the blanket. "I'm going to sleep. At least, I hope I am."

"You're not sleeping on the couch. Don't be ridiculous." He shook his head and took her bags to the bedroom part of the suite.

She just shook her head. "Don't be ridiculous? You haven't spoken to me in a complete sentence since we left the hotel in Jakarta. And when you were, you were almost screaming them at me."

"Oh, for fucks sake." He said walking back out by her. "I was busy."

"Right. You were too busy on the airplane. You had no choice but to ignore me completely." She shook her head again and sat on the couch pulling the blanket up around her. She looked up quickly when he pulled the blanket off of her.

"I said, you're not sleeping on the couch. You want to go to bed, let's go." He said folding the blanket up.

"Harry, I think you should just give me the blanket back." She said. She was trying to remain calm. She was trying to let him get over things, or come to terms with things how he wanted. That's what she needed to do, but she wasn't going to just sit back and let him continue to walk all over her either.

"I said no. You don't need to sleep on the fucking couch." He stood over her and looked down at her.

"You know what, I've had enough." She said standing up. "You want to be angry, fine. I get it. So be angry. But don't think you can take it all out on me. Zayn called me; it's a fact. Get over it. He was your friend at one point. How the fuck should I have known before I answered the call that he was going to tell me he'd left the band? I had no clue. And I'm sorry I didn't foresee everything before I jumped on a plane to be here for YOU. I didn't know you would flip out because I didn't leave a message saying I was coming. I was in a hurry. Yeah, ok so I wasn't smart enough to remember to add international calling on my phone. When we were in London and Paris, don't you remember we added it on temporarily? I didn't want to pay for it when I was at home. I never thought I'd be hopping a plane to Indonesia all of a sudden. You want to make something up in your head that tells you I had something going on with Zayn, who's fucking engaged Harry, that's your issue not mine." She grabbed her bag and walked towards the door. "When you come to your senses, maybe you should call me. I'm going to see Niall and Amanda, and I'm booking a flight home tomorrow. You don't want me here for you then who the fuck am I to force myself on you." She put her hand on the door and before she knew it, the bag was being pulled from her shoulder, and she was being spun around to face him.

"I told you that if you walk out that door then you can keep walking, and I still mean it." He held onto her biceps. He loosened his grip when he realized he may have been holding her a little too tightly.

She looked directly in his eyes. "If you're going to end this over some ridiculous notion that I'm sneaking around with Zayn, then that's on you. Not on me. If I was, then would I be here? Putting up with this bullshit? Doubtful." She was angry now.

"So, you're going to walk away now, go to Bradford, maybe see if he needs some comforting?" He spat those words at her.

"Yeah, jackass, exactly. You can let me go now." She said pulling her arms away from him. "Who knew you could act like such a child." She grabbed the door handle again. Before she knew it, her back was against the wall again, and his lips were aggressively against hers. She pushed him away at his stomach, but he wouldn't budge. Every muscle in his body was tense and tight. He was strong. She tried to push him away again, but he grabbed her hands and pinned them to the wall.

He couldn't help it. He had so much built up passion, tension and anger inside him. His body just took over. He was tired of fighting. He was tired of words. He pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. Roughly. Aggressively. When she tried to push him away, he grabbed her hands and pressed them against the wall. She was his. It sounded ridiculous, but she was. He wanted that confirmation. Yes, he had been an ass since she'd arrived. He knew it. Everyone knew it. She'd taken it really well, until tonight. She wasn't going to be passive. He thought she was. She wasn't. He was shocked when she bit his lip. He pulled back a little and looked down at her. She had her jaw clenched, and he couldn't quite tell what she was thinking. He stared at her for a minute before he grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. He would stop if she wanted him to. But he didn't want to. He waited a minute for confirmation to continue, but she just stood there. She was conflicted. He could see it. She wanted it, but she didn't want to give in. He took his hand and grabbed her by the neck pulling her to him and kissed her again. He felt her hands push him away by the stomach again and pulled back slightly. He couldn't force her. He just wanted something to grasp. Something to hold onto. Something he knew he was able to control. He could show her pleasure. He knew he could.

She didn't know what to do when he kissed her like that. When he took her shirt off so aggressively. Part of her head told her she should leave, now. He wasn't treating her right, and he needed to get over himself enough to speak to her rationally. She looked into his eyes. She could almost see the pain. See the struggle. She didn't think she could read him, but she could. Just like she'd told Amanda, he felt he had no control. He felt he was losing everything around him. Everything looked worse than it was. She could let him control this. She knew personally how just a little grasp of control could change a whole outlook. She didn't realize how hot the fiery passion was until now. The aggressiveness alone should scare her. But it didn't. No one ever looked at her before like they wanted to devour her, but that's what he was doing. It was addicting. They weren't getting along at all right now. This wouldn't fix anything, but she could do this for him. She could give him a little grasp of having some control right now. And she knew she would enjoy the feeling. He never disappointed her pleasure senses.

Should he just do what he wanted? He knew what he wanted to do. But should he? Would it be too much? She was beautiful, and the fiery passion she had always turned him on. He also wanted her to know that there wasn't anything to be scared of, with a bit of aggressive back and forth in the bedroom. He pushed her back up against the wall and removed his own shirt over his head. He threw his shirt aside and ran his hand over her breast which was still covered by her bra. He reached around and unclasped it. She watched him but just let him go. He threw it aside and kissed down her chest and down her stomach. He got on his knees and kissed the zipper on her jeans, indicating what he was going to start with. He felt her stomach clench when she realized what he was going to do. When he started to undo the button and zipper with his hands, he looked up at her face. She shook her head no, but he nodded yes. He slid her jeans and panties down and teased her with his fingers. He was going to take her a couple of different ways tonight, and he hoped she enjoyed it as much as he was going to. He watched his fingers tease her and, he let out a groan when his mouth went where his fingers had just been.

She watched him go to his knees in front of her. Her eyes widened when he kissed her zipper. She knew immediately what he was going to do. She would never get used to it. She shook her head no, but instead of agreeing, he just nodded his head yes. Oh, shit. She knew it would feel amazing. Not like it happened a lot, but when it did. Oh Jesus. She felt his fingers run over her, and she clenched just at that. After his mouth found her a few moments later, she moaned in pleasure. Her eyes closed and her head lay back against the wall. His mouth and then his tongue felt amazing. Her head fell forward as her hips moved in rhythm with his tongue as her moans matched her pleasure. Her body was already aching for release, but the feeling. Oh, she wanted the feeling to last. His tongue picked up the pace, and she felt his fingers moving inside her. The feeling was almost overwhelming. She wasn't normally vocal during sex, but she couldn't help it. "Oh, god. Oh, god." Wasn't much but her body was clenching and trembling. She put her hand in his hair to try and stop him. She was going to orgasm. She was so high. He was aggressive with both his tongue and his fingers. She wanted to tell him to stop, that she was ready, but she couldn't get out any words. She orgasmed fast, and hard. Her body clenching so hard, but he just kept moving his tongue. She was so sensitive when she started to come down that she had to stop him. "Stop, god please." Her hand was still in his hair, and she pulled it aggressively so he had no choice but to pull back. Pleasurable pain had a new meaning to her now.

He sat back on his feet as she pulled on his hair and his eyes wandered up her body. Her stomach was still clenching; her chest was moving rapidly up and down. Her face still twisted in pleasure. That's what he wanted to show her. She wasn't even fully removed from her jeans and panties yet; so he stood up, put his foot on them and lifted her by the waist pushing her against the wall as her feet came out of her jeans and her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. He held her against the wall while he unbuttoned and slid his jeans and boxers down past his knees and moved her legs so he could shove into her. He put one hand on her hip to help her stay in place and placed one hand on the wall and thrust hard and slow. Her back hit the wall with every thrust. He grunted every thrust and felt his fingers dig further into her hip trying to get as deep into her as he could. He felt her nails dig into his back as she held tighter. He was hitting her hard. It felt amazing. He opened his eyes and watched her face. She had taken one of her hands and tangled it in his hair again, and it pulled every time he moved. Somehow it was hot. The more her hand tangled in his hair, the faster he thrust. He felt her core start to clench around him again, and he was on a high. How many times could he get her to orgasm? The more the better. He wasn't done yet. After he felt her orgasm slow, he kissed her roughly again. He pulled out from her and let her feet down but never let her go. He kissed her again biting her lip and spun her towards the bedroom. His hands frantically running over her body.

She couldn't believe what her body was doing. Everything he did made her feel high and incredible. She'd had two orgasms, and he wasn't even done yet. Jesus Christ. When he let her down and spun her around and she felt his hands all over her body, she kissed him. They started a tongue fight and tried to make their way to the bedroom. They kept knocking into things and causing things to fall off tables. After the room looked like a tornado hit it, they finally made their way to the bed. His knees hit the bed, and it made him sit on it. She watched as his hands and his eyes roamed her body. Those same eyes that were dark with anger before were now dark with passion. He bit his bottom lip and then scooted back onto the bed pulling her with him. She felt him lift her up and place her so she was straddling his waist.

They'd had great sex. But this was the best they'd ever had. As aggressive as he was, she'd not once seemed afraid. She seemed to enjoy it. He was high on that fact. He wanted her on top. He wanted to release watching her ride him. He lifted her and had her straddle him and then he lifted her again to enter her. He placed his hands on her hips and watched her move herself over him. She may have been uncomfortable with it, but he loved watching her body. The way her muscles moved as she moved around on him, the way her eyes closed and her hand rested on his stomach. He bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes after a few moments. When he felt her hands on his knees, he opened them. She was leaning backwards and still moving. She was more comfortable with him every time and watching her be this open was hot. He took one hand and started rubbing over her while she moved. He knew it would help bring her to yet another orgasm. He was going to finish this time, so he wanted her to have one more.

She had figured this was about control for him. He didn't feel control over anything right now, so he could in sex. In making her high. She wasn't complaining though. Jesus, he'd already made her body go crazy twice tonight, and she was working her way to her third. When his fingers found her, and rubbed her where they were connected she thought she was going to lose it. She lost her control. She groaned and moved faster, his fingers rubbing faster as she moved. She started trembling and then clenching and orgasmed again. He kept rubbing until once again, she had to stop him. A few more movements, and she felt him clench up and drop his chin to his chest as he released. She watched him try to catch his breath as she tried to catch hers. Holy fuck. Literally. That was amazing. She watched him lay his head back on the pillow and close his eyes. She climbed off of him and sat on the edge of the bed. When she looked back at him, he hadn't moved. She didn't know where they were at, or if they would make it, but she had just had the best and most intense sex she had ever had. But where did that leave them? She got up, grabbed her clothes and her bag and went in to shower.

He lay back with his eyes closed. That had been incredible. He had never let that side out with her before. He was sure it would scare her. But after she stood up to him, after she never backed down, he figured she could handle it. He was right. It was amazing. He felt her get off him, but he never opened his eyes. He felt her get up, and he still just lay there with his eyes closed. He was acting possessive. He was acting jealous. He needed to get that under control. He wouldn't let her leave though. He wanted her. He would find a way to get over it. If he could ever move again. She was in the shower. Naked. And wet. He needed to clean up too. He grinned and then got up. Maybe he had just a little more left to give tonight. Save water. Shower together. He thought as he walked into the bathroom and straight into the shower with her. He was going to show her some more. He was surprised at the push back he got in the shower. When he stepped in, she took control. She pushed him up against the wall. They got clean eventually. But not before both experienced some additional pleasure from each other.

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