Chapter 1

The Twilight was the hottest yet most popular night-club in Dublin. Not to mention crowded. It was full of people looking for a good time. Well, this was the place to be! The music was loud enough to cause vibrations throughout people’s bodies. Huge grins were plastered on faces of five guys. They managed to squeeze through the crowd and headed towards the bar. They ordered five Guinness’s. This club was their favourite place to be. Especially since they had the night off from their hectic schedules. The chance to relax was snapped up them all. They relished the attention that some girls were showing them. Reason why? They were a famous band – Westlife.

The youngest of the band was Mark. He had dark brown hair with bright blue eyes. He was about to hand a Guinness over to one of the guys when someone bumped into him, causing the pint to be spilled over his shirt. He swore out loud and turned to give whoever made him spill the pint a piece of his mind. He was about to yell when his throat suddenly wouldn’t work. She was a goddess.

The girl had long dark brown hair that was past her shoulders and had hazel eyes. She was wearing a purple halter-top with dark blue jeans, which had a black studded belt on. She had on white trainers or rather sneakers on her feet. She immediately apologised to him and handed him a handkerchief and ordered another pint to replace the one she pilled. She gave Mark a soft smile as she paid the bartender and left before Mark could say anything. She was in a rush.

She had more important things to do. She was very aware to who she had just bumped into. It didn’t necessarily bother her – she was busy looking for her two friends whom she was meeting. It didn’t take her long to find them. They were dancing on the dancefloor, she grinned and made her way over – the two friends gave her a hug. And so, they danced away half the night, enjoying themselves. They really didn’t have chances to have nights out since they were too busy studying. No, they weren’t at school – well technically not. They were attending the local university; it was their third year. They all became friends quickly on the first day since they were in the same course. The girls weren’t aware that they were being watched by five pairs of eyes.

Hours, later the young girl was supporting a now very drunk Mark. She was furious because her friends left her and so did the other guys. They were drunk but still. Kaiyah sighed, at times she was glad that she didn’t drink alcohol very much but tonight wasn’t one of them. She wrinkled her nose when she smelt the strong stench of alcohol on Mark’s breath. She couldn’t leave him by himself so that meant she had to take him to her dorm, at the university. Problem being? No guys were allowed on that floor. She was risking her scholarship for him. He owed her big. She managed to flag down a taxi and pushed Mark inside and gave the address to the driver. There was a slight problem. There were reporters outside the club; they had just photographed her with Mark. Kai knew that her picture was going to be in the newspapers and somehow she knew it was going to be a bad day tomorrow. Lovely!

Thankfully, her roommate was away on holiday for a weeks so she was safe for now. Although, it was a struggle to support Mark’s weight since she was tiny, not to mention short. When she got to her dorm door, she covered Mark’s mouth with her right hand telling him to be quiet since it was just after 4am. He groaned, clutching his stomach and told her that he felt sick. Her eyes widened and she shoved her door keys in and quickly guided Mark to the bathroom where he emptied his stomach in there while she closed the dorm door.

She was kept up all night, looking after Mark; he had been sick the while time. Finally, he was finished so she helped him to her bed and laid him on there. Shortly, she placed a cool wet cloth on his forehead. She left him to sleep it off as she stumbled into her front room. The girl collapsed onto the couch where she slept due to exhaustion.

It was all over the papers today. On the front page, there was Mark obviously drunk, leaning on a mystery girl as she helped him into a black taxi. Some newspapers suggested that she was Mark’s secret girlfriend. Louis Walsh –the manager of Westlife was infuriated, he had specifically told Mark not to get drunk. He recognised the symbol that was on the girl’s bag and reached for his telephone that was on his desk.

He dialled the university’s number. He wanted answers and he wanted them now.