Shelley sat on the wall outside the hotel. There were about thirty girls outside who swamped her in questions. "How do you know Westlife?" "Are you going out with any of them" "Who's the girl still in there" "WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING KISSING BRYAN!!" Shelley heard voices all around her but she didn't even have to turn and look to believe it. All the girls ran towards the window closes to the bar to get a closer look of the girl, who Bryan was smothering. Shelley supposed they all thought that she was the girl from the newspaper. Shelley walked in the opposite direction, anywhere to try and find a taxi. Anywhere that wasn't near Westlife. Just then she heard her name being called from behind her. "Shelley, quickly, come here" She stopped slowly and turned even slower. She knew those accents. "What is it?" She felt guilty for taking her aggression out on them even though it was Angela's fault. Her stupid big gob, her stupid accent, her stupid flirting. everything. Now Shelley saw that Nicky and Mark were beckoning her from a side door of the hotel. "God, were so sorry, Looks like things have got out of hand. Have you and Ang fallen out over this? Bryan's way out of his league. I didn't want to tell you but Bryan's been seeing someone for six months. She's called Lynda. She works in the business, Bry thinx he can have it all but your friend's gonna get hurt." Mark really did look apologetic. "I'm going to bloody kill him! I am going to kill him. BASTARD! Right, no one does that to my mate, little slut that she might be, no one does that to her." Shelley paced with tears in her eyes. "Look, don't fly off about it. We'll have a word with him." Nicky tried to calm the situation but Shelley was already on the mobile" "I'll rip his bloody head off. Oh Ang, Its me you gotta get outta there. NOW!" "Bry wants you for one thing, No! Seriously Ang, It's for your own good. ANGELA!" "You'll thank me. Please don't do anything stupid." "Christ Angela, how could you say I'm jealous? I don't wanna hurt you but its better me than him." "Has he told you about Caroline.?" " Oh I'm sure he did say that." "oh BULLSHIT!" " God almighty Angela! I don't need friends like you if you won't listen to me when I'm write." "Don't hang up.. Ang? Angela??" Nicky and Mark looked at each other as they heard the one side of the conversation, they realised Shelley was fighting a losing battle. Shelley sat on the cold floor and cried. Cried at the fact she'd been so naïve, Cried because she had been so obsessed with a man who could do this to her best mate. Cried because Angela believed a lad she'd known a few hours over her. She cried because everything about her life that she thought was secure wasn't anymore and it had all changed in a matter of hours. "Right I'm going home now. Please, I've tried my hardest. Please make sure he doesn't hurt her too much. Don't try to talk to her, she won't hear you. Thank you so much. You've been great. I really do appreciate it." With that she gave Mark and Nicky a huge hug as she walked towards a waiting taxi. "Shelley, Here's my mobile number. Give me a ring tomorrow if you can't ring Angela. I'll do what I can for Angela. She should be thankful to have a friend like you" "Thanx a lot Mark" Shelley climb into the car still clutching the piece of paper with Mark's number on. Where did this leave her? She couldn't exactly go back to London to follow Westlife next week, But she wasn't exactly friends with them, well even if she was it she wouldn't be for much longer whatever the outcome of Bryan and Angela was.