The lights were bright, the cameras rolling, and the energy in the venue was electric. You sat beside the triplets, hands clasped together in your lap as an interviewer directed most of his questions toward you.

It started off normal.

“What’s your name?”
“How did you and the triplets meet?”
“What’s the best memory you’ve made with them on tour so far?”

You answered politely, ignoring the lingering stares from certain fans in the crowd—mostly girls who didn’t exactly love the fact that you were close with them.

Then, the questions started to shift.

Personal.
Unnecessary.
Uncomfortable.

You did your best to keep a neutral expression, but every invasive question chipped away at your patience. Then, he asked one that made your stomach drop.

“So, what’s your body count?”

Your breath hitched.

Holy fuck that has to be some sort of sexual harassment!

Did he really just ask that?

You could feel the way Nick and Matt shifted beside you, the way Chris tensed up next to you.

You didn’t want to respond.
And you shouldn’t have to…