Perfectly True ~ Niall Horan story

five

L I L L I A N N A

"Sit still!" one of Simon's team demands whilst they try and pin my microphone into my itchy dress and I try to keep my heavy eyes open, exhaustion and jet lag making my body feel extremely heavy.

I feel completely miserable as I sit in this chair, waiting for Niall and the interviewer to arrive and the only thing keeping me from balling my eyes out is the sheer exhaustion that my body is experiencing.

I never thought I would be tired to cry.

We are in the conference room of the hotel and outside I can hear the excited murmurs from the fans and the paparazzi who are desperately trying to peak in through the large windows.

It's 2am back home and so I know that I can't call Elio, the other boys or even Oilibhia as I know it would be selfish for me to wake them up from their sleep.

There are so many cameras on me and I begin to feel self conscious, fixing my short dress to ensure that my thighs are as covered as possible.

My makeup is pretty but definitely not as good as Elio's makeup looks that I have become completely accustomed to alongside his reassuring pep talks and humorous jokes.

I've been in Georgia for less than 24 hours and I already miss home.

"Here he is, the main man!" One of the interviewers announces with a laugh as Niall enters the room, dressed in an expensive suit and I notice how his facial hair has been freshly trimmed.

Niall offers me a soft smile, full of guilt but I barely look at him.

"You look beautiful," Niall says softly to me as he takes his seat, his own voice full of exhaustion but I can tell that he's trying to apologise without actually apologising.

"I know," I reply, completely unbothered but before he can reply Richard storms into the room, already shouting about something.

"There is a lot riding on this interview, do not mess it up," Richard mutters threateningly to Niall and I from behind the cameras and I feel my throat close over with anxiety when the camera man nods for us to begin.

"Hello, I'm Niall Horan!"

"And I'm Lillianna," I say with a fake smile, despite the clear tension between Niall and I.

"And you're watching Golf Digest!"

Niall keeps staring at me but I can't even bear to look his way, knowing that if I do I will burst into tears and ruin this entire shoot.

I let Niall do most of the talking as he recites the script that Modest have supplied him with but I can tell that he is absolutely exhausted, overworked and jet lagged as he slightly slurs his words and tries to hold back several yawns.

"Lillianna, why are you here on this trip?" An interviewer shouts out from behind one of the cameras and the lights are so blinding that I have to squint to see him.

I would love to know the answer to that question too.

"I'm here to support Niall and the team! We are both incredibly busy and so it's lovely to be able to spend some time with one another away from home," I lie, inwardly laughing at my words that couldn't be further from the truth.