Liz's POV
We sat in the waiting room outside of 1D's plublicist office. We surely knew we were in trouble and the constant tapping of Niall's fingernails were not helping calm my nerves.
It's like my nervousness suddenly gave me the power to hear everything more intensively. Whether it was the 'tick tock' of the clock's moving hands or the secretary's long red nails against the computer's keyboard.
The abrupt sound of telephone ringing snapped me from my thoughts and I instantly directed my eyes to the secretary.
"She's ready for you." The middle aged woman informed Niall and I.
Niall stood up ready to face this woman but I was a little more hesitant. He noticed my uneasiness and took my hand in his. Oh how I wish that simple action could make everything better. But things are not so easy and one does not always get what they want.
We walked into the office hand in hand and I could already feel a stare of stern disapproval
"Explain to me exactly what this is? All this time I've been thinking my eyes must deceiving me. This boy can not be crazy enough to take an underage girl, into a club. Specially on a school night. Tell me exactly what you were thinking. Did you think that I, along with the world would not see this? Did you think that the paps would not go crazy over something, how would they put it? 'as juicy as this?" The woman said placing the magazine on the mahogany desk.
Sure enough, it was the same picture I had found in my locker and the same picture Harry showed Niall. Me taking a shot with Niall by my side and a crowd of strangers as the background.
"Mam, I honestly don't even know what to say. I wasn't thinking -" Niall began to say.
"Precisely what I thought. Because you could not possibly have been thinking about the face of One Direction. Not only that but yourself. Do you realize how much attention this picture alone has been getting, Niall? Do you realize what massive door has been opened for bad commentaries?" She said.
"Miss. Stewart " I said reading the glass plate at the very middle of her desk. I couldn't let all the blame go towards Niall, specially when this was not his idea. However, when Ms. Stewart's head snapped towards me, I soon regretted my opening my big mouth. But there's no going back now. She was already glaring at me.
"It- it was my fault. My idea. Niall doesn't deserve the blame for this. It's not his fault."
"Well, sweetheart. There's not really something we could do about that. This has already been leaked. And there is truly no way of correcting this mistake. Unless you can find a way of going back in time, which I highly doubt." She said with a sardonic tone evident in her voice.
"I can assure I've never done this before, I-"
"Well, saying that Niall's sudden presence has influenced you to break a law is not exactly the greatest detail or best thing to say right now."
"No that's not-" I said and felt Niall squeezing my hand lightly, indicating that I've said too much.
"I suggest you two think about what your going to do now. I hope you know how greatly this will affect you, Elizabeth. Introducing you to every one, specially in this manner was not the brightest idea."
"I know that I will have to face repercussions for my actions."
"I don't think you understand what your getting into here. The world now knows you as the imature girl who goes to pubs when she should be at home getting ready for school. They possibly think that you are only with Niall for the money. You will be getting that vibe from school, from places where you would usually go out. Specially forms of social media. The negative attention may be too much you can bare. Not everyone can handle it. Your life will be public now, for the whole world to see."
"But that's not me. The persona that will be portrayed is not me at all, I-"
" It's not me you should me telling, you should be proving that to the world."
I turned to see Niall's face and all I could see was a worried frown completed with confusion. So many thoughts clouded my mind that I did not have the ability to think of a proper answer. But considering where my actions and words have gotten me at right now, that may not be the worst.
I knew Miss. Stewart was not trying to frighten me with what she was saying. I knew she was solely warning me about what will be the inevitable.
