"What the fųck are you playing at?" Harry spat.

The venom and fury in his voice took me by surprise and I gasped involuntarily.

"Wh - what do you mean?" I stammered.

"You fuckıng kissed Louis?!" he roared, and I actually had to pull my phone away from my ear, it was that loud.

"Harry," I began, feeling tears starting to burn at the backs of my eyes.

"Don't Harry me! How could you? How fůcking could you?! Louis, of all people! What...? How...?"

He stopped abruptly as his breath caught in his throat and I imagined him running his hand through his hair, his face like thunder.

"Please, just let me explain," I begged, weakly.

"Go on then!" he exclaimed, angrily. "Explain! Talk your way out of this one!"

"We were just talking... about you," I began, "... and... and I got upset, a bit, and he gave me a hug and was being really sweet, and he said I wouldn't have any trouble finding anyone else, and I just... I just gave him a quick peck on impulse - "

"What the fucķ?!" Harry yelled, and I physically cringed, curling up into a ball on the sofa with the phone still pressed to my ear.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"He said it was a trick of the light!" he bellowed. "He said nothing happened! He fųcking lied, the fuckįng snake. I am gonna have him for this!"

"What do you mean, a trick of the light?" I asked, my hands trembling, and there was a brief pause on the other end of the line.

Harry gave a short laugh. "You mean you don't know? You haven't seen?"

"Seen what?" I whispered hoarsely, although as I said the words a feeling of dread washed over me.

"You're all over the internet. You and Louis. Some pap with a long-range camera got a picture of you. It's not a very clear picture, but it's pretty obvious what you're doing."

"Oh my God," I breathed.

"You know the worst of it?" he laughed derisively. "A little part of me believed Louis when he said nothing happened. He said you were just leaning towards him, and it was like the time they printed a picture of you holding hands with that guy that turned out to be your brother - just clever photography." He laughed again. "Of all the people to betray me, you were the last person I would have imagined. What is it with people suddenly revealing their true colours? Seems to be a familiar theme for me lately."

"Harry, you have to believe me, it was just a peck. I swear. Louis pulled away immediately and told me I had crossed the line; I was mortified, it was so embarrassing. I don't know what I was thinking. I was really drunk. And sad."

"You weren't that sad!" he shouted furiously, and I curled into a tighter ball. "You were about to kiss Gary two minutes later on the dancefloor! What were you trying to do, see how many guys you could pull in the space of one evening? There's a name for people like that - "

"Woah, what the fuçk?" I shouted back, suddenly finding my courage. "I don't think you're in any position to be calling anyone names right now, do you?!"

"The shıt you've given me!" he continued, as if I'd not spoken. "You are so unbelievably two faced it's untrue. It's almost funny! Almost."

"How dare you!" I screamed. "One peck that was unreciprocated while I am not in a relationship with anyone does not put me in the same category as you! You fūcked someone else while we were together! Do not try and tar me with that same brush, you bąstard."

"Fuckıng Louis," he ranted. "Why? Why him? No - don't answer that, there's no need. I know why. You had the hots for him since day one. Did you think I was blind or something? Constantly mooning over him, giving him puppy dog eyes -"

"What?! No I wasn't!" I protested.

"- it was pathetic!" he spat. "It was so damn obvious! And he played on it, flirted with you, encouraged you..."

I couldn't believe my ears. Where was all this coming from? He was making it out to be far more than it actually was - all of it. I may have inwardly fangirled over Louis but I had done my best to keep it reined in while Harry was around. And the kiss was barely even that. Our lips had touched for the briefest second before Louis had leaned back.

"Harry!" I pleaded. "This is getting blown way out of proportion. Louis was right - nothing happened. It was a split second mistake. Don't let this ruin your friendship with him. I made the move and he pulled away. He hasn't done anything wrong."

"He's off limits!" Harry bellowed. "He's off limits to you and you are off limits to him! There are rules! You don't kiss your friend's ex, or your ex's friend!"

"Why the hell do you care anyway?!" I screeched, getting angry again. "It's none of your business who I kiss! You have no right to be speaking to me like this, to be saying any of this stuff to me! You gave up that right when you stuck your dıck in fųcking Pedro Pony."

"And to think we ended up... after you... and him..." He was almost hyperventilating now.

"That was a mistake too," I said, savagely. "I never should have given in to you. I was drunk and stupid, and I wasn't thinking straight. I thought you wanted to talk, not take me to bed. More fool me for thinking you actually gave a damn about me, ever. I was only ever a toy to you, wasn't I? A toy ready to be cast aside when a newer, more up to date model came along. Pardon the pun."

"Don't be stupid," he snapped. "And don't start the self-pity. It doesn't suit you."

"Fuçk you," I spat. "I'm not listening to any more of this. I don't have to justify myself to you anymore. You're nothing to me. You're just a mistake I'm trying to forget. Leave me the fųck alone and move on with your life."

I didn't wait for a response. I pulled my phone away from my ear and ended the call. I sat on the sofa, trembling and panting for a minute before the tears came. I buried my face into the cushion and screamed. I screamed out my frustration, I screamed out my sadness, and most of all I screamed out my pain.

When I had finally calmed down I opened my Google search and typed in 'Louis Tomlinson.' Several articles loaded up - Sugarscape, Hollywood Life, The Daily Mail... I clicked on the top link and began to read.

MORE THAN ONE DIRECTION

It's only been a matter of weeks since on again-off again couple Harry Styles and Jessica Bradshaw seemingly called time on their relationship, after Harry was pictured leaving a New York hotel only minutes after Victoria's Secret Angel Sara Sampaio. Rumours have been flying ever since about the curly haired heartthrob's encounter with the leggy brunette, fuelled by photographs of the pair kissing outside a bar the night before. It seems no coincidence that Harry has not been pictured with Jessica since, adding more fuel to the fire that the two have parted ways.

However, latest pictures show Jess is moving in a different direction, so to speak - this time into the arms of none other than Harry's bandmate Louis Tomlinson. The pair were pictured kissing at the back of London nightspot Libertine in the early hours of this morning, with Harry only feet away inside the club. The plot thickens, however, as Harry and Jess left together and retired to One Direction's hotel for a couple of hours, before Jess was pictured leaving just after 3am in a Hackney cab just minutes after Louis arrived at the same hotel! Confused? Us too.

For one thing (One Thing - geddit?) we're disappointed in Jess for taking Harry back if he really did cheat. But surely everyone knows your boyfriend's best mate is out of bounds, particularly when they're both members of the biggest pop band in the world. The last thing we need is another member departing to live their life like a normal twenty-something-year-old out of the spotlight (ahem).

So did Harry really cheat in New York? Why was Jessica kissing Louis? What was she doing back at the boys' hotel with Harry?

So many questions, so few answers, endless possibilites. Do you know Jessica? Tweet us at @sugarscape.

By the time I got to the end of the article I was shaking again. I couldn't believe I had been so stupid. Everything was suddenly making sense.

Harry had been eager to get me out of the club last night and back to his hotel. The paps had been waiting for us outside Libertine, but although there had been none when we arrived at the hotel, strangely when I had left, the place had been swarming with them. I frantically tried to recall his phone conversation; the one he had been so keen to keep private. He had mentioned something about tipping the paps off.

Karen.

Karen would do anything to protect the boys and the One Direction brand. She had wanted me to be photographed out again with Harry, to cast public doubt over the New York rumours and salvage his reputation. I had just played right into her hands. And Harry had been in on it all along.

I was not about to take this lying down.

I picked up my phone and called Harry. He answered immediately.

"Jess?"

"You sly, underhand, lying piece of shıt," I hissed. "Making out like I'm two-faced, when the whole time you were setting me up to save your own skin. You must have thought you'd hit the jackpot last night when I agreed to leave Libertine with you. You couldn't have planned it any better could you? All those paps just waiting to take pictures of us leaving together... Well, congratulations, Harry. You won. Everyone's now doubting you boned the rake in New York, and even better, everyone's hating me for kissing your bandmate. I'm Perrie Edwards mark two aren't I? Being blamed for causing a rift in the band while you walk away with your image untarnished. If I didn't have my phone in my hand right now I'd give you a round of applause. You played a blinder. Well done."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. I pulled it away from my ear to check it was still connected. It was.

"And," I added, "you got a shag out of it too. God, you're good. You fit in frighteningly well in Karen's manipulative, superficial world. You were right to tell me I would never have belonged there. I would never have done anything like this to you, or anyone for that matter. I wouldn't do this to my worst enemy! I never really knew you, did I? You sucked me in with your charming smile and your well chosen words, but you kept the real Harry hidden from me. Talk about mis sold! Your damn management company watched my social media accounts, knew the ins and outs of our relationship without my consent and threatened to silence me when I didn't sign anything legal. I didn't stand a chance. We didn't stand a chance. But you know what? Your infidelity was actually a blessing in disguise. I'd take this hurt ten times over if it means I'm saved from any more of your shıt in the future. Have you got nothing to say?!" I shouted, furious that he wasn't even arguing back with me.

"What else is there to say?" he said, in a bored tone. "You figured it out yourself. Of course it was a set up. Everything was a set up. Why are you telling me what I already know?"

His words hit me like ton of bricks.

"So you're not even denying it?" I gasped, the wind completely taken out of my sails.

"No, I'm not," he said, bluntly. "You're not stupid; you're an intelligent girl and I'm not going to insult you any further by lying to you. I have to go. We're about to board the plane. We play Helsinki tonight."

"I... I...," I stammered, completely thrown. "What about Louis?" I asked.

This was met by silence.

"Don't hate him," I pleaded. "He's a flirt, but he set me straight immediately. He would never have betrayed you like that. It was my fault, all of it. Don't let this come between you."

I couldn't let Louis take the blame for any of this. Whatever I felt towards Harry right now, Louis was his friend and had the right to remain so.

"Whatever. I have to go," he said again.

"Fine. OK. Bye then," I said.

"Bye."

He ended the call.

Minutes - hours? - passed.

I didn't even have the energy to cry. I was numb.