Let's Play Pretend [Niall Horan AU]

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Another whole month and a half and a ridiculous amount of wedding articles later, the two of us were eternally done with this game we were playing. After that one fateful day everything just went straight downhill.

Niall all of the sudden became cold and unresponsive to me. He gave me this 12 hours of playful Niall, only to give me 30 days of his... usual self? I don't know.

Harry was panicking every other day about making sure everything was going according to plan and thankfully he calms down easily. We're almost done with planning everything for the venue and had to now decide on wedding card designs, tuxes for both boys, reception party, food and drinks. Woo. At least we're making some progress.

Andrew was constantly looming over my head, making me work as much as I possibly can because I have to absolutely milk every bit of fame I can get from being Niall's fake fiancée. Shoot after shoot, walk after walk and it's only been four fucking weeks.

Andrew was a very power hungry man. He always makes it seem otherwise, as if he cared about my career. He, in a weird twisted way, does care about it, but his sole reason is that he gets to make big bucks off of me. I'm being exploited to no end and that's beyond obvious but I can't do much about it. At the end of the day he's my manager and he continues to have more power than I do.

I wish I could just ditch him and leave some days but the fact that all it takes him is a single article and he could forever demolish my career is what makes me have to stay and put up with his attitude. I'd have to kiss my dream job away because I didn't want to put up with him. So as horrible as it sounds and as shit as he treats me, I just bare with it and move on. Because there's not a thing I value over my job, of course my family and friends are first but my job is a close second.

It's my little baby. Something I've worked on for so long and put so much effort into. Day after day I'd try to get even the smallest modelling role so I could build up somewhat of a repertoire. I needed a push, a nudge, and Andrew gave it to me. In a mangled sense, he kind of made me who I am. He saw a spark of talent and thought I'd be good for his agency. So this is some kind of a gratitude situation. As much as I hate it, I am grateful for him and his keen eye for talent.

I was at an all time low and I decided I wanted a break from everything. Just leave everything behind and go somewhere else. I didn't even bother consulting with Andrew before booking a two week long round trip to good old home country, Britain. It still shocks people that I'm British because my accent's kind of mixed. It's been three years and I've been living in LA, what would you expect? Although whenever I went home, I came back sounding more British than ever because they're my people.

"Andrew I'm not doing any shoots for the next two weeks," I informed him after I told my friends and family that I'd be coming home.

"What?! Absolutely not, young lady," he said.

"Aww sorry, that sucks for you. I'm going back home no matter what, you poor little thing," I said with fake sympathy, chastising him.

"Did anything happen?" He asked.

"Aww good to know you care about my family but no. Zara's birthday is coming up and I want to be there. Also Christmas and New Years is in like two weeks. I haven't seen my family in almost 5 months now so," I shrugged.

"Two weeks? We had a couple shoots and many pap walks planned. You guys are supposed to be planning weddings and shit. Oh! You know what-," I cut him off before he could even remotely finish that sentence.

"No. I'm not taking Niall home. Absolutely fucking not," I said.

"Girl you signed a contract which outlined everything. You can't drop all of that and just abscond with no consequences. So what's better? Me shredding that oh so precious work contract or you taking Niall to your place for two weeks?" He asked.