Making Headlines {n.h.}

Fraternizing with the Enemy

*Dahlia's P.O.V.*

I wake up in a dizzy state, sitting up I feel the soft tired skin under my eyes. My throat is dry and my mouth tastes sour. It's around eleven but I feel like I haven't slept in days. I get down from the bed and stumble over a nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniel's. Too exhausted to pick it up I walk away to my bathroom. My brown hair is unruly as I peer into the mirror. My eye shadow from last night encircles my eyes and my lipstick is spread messily along my lips. I take a makeup remover wipe and rub it against my clown like face. My makeup had only hidden the ghostly sight underneath. My face is pale and sunken. The bags under my eyes swallow my eyes. My lips are cracked and dull. I splash cold water on my face in an attempt to wake myself up and bring out the lost variance of my face. I take my brush and rake it through the knots of my hair. Feeling to tired and frankly not really caring I pull on some clothes without a shower. With my clothes changed I walk downstairs and am greeted by the growling of a vacuum and see my cleaning lady vacuuming the front rug. I walk over to the kitchen to make myself some coffee. I've never really liked coffee but I always need the energy so I deal with the bitter taste. While I wait for the ding of coffee maker to ring I sit in my table chair. I open my phone looking over texts I received last night. I open one from Kathy knowing if I don't open it now she will only call later.

From Kathy: We did it!

She included a link to an article that was printed early this morning. It's about the date I had with Niall last night. There are pictures of us coming out of the restaurant together.

Well it's out, there's no going back now. I open twitter knowing there will be millions of tweets about our date. A lot of One Direction fans sent me angry tweets but their jealousy doesn't faze me. The sound of a click of the coffee machine gets me up. As I pour my self a cup I think back to the date last night.

It was fun at first when we were joking around but Niall was so into my life it was too serious. He wanted to know all about my childhood but it wasn't any of his fucking business. I knew he was getting too close then but I didn't say anything because we were in public and I couldn't let that ruin it for me. Then, in the car he thought he was my psychiatrist that had figured me out. He sounded so sappy saying that he knew me so well and how close we were now. He ruined it by thinking the whole thing was real. Maybe we could be somewhat friends but his eagerness to learn my entire life made that sort of thing impossible.

I look at my phone and see a new text from five minutes ago. It's from an unknown number and I can't think of who it could be. I open it and am surprised to find who it's from

From Unkown: Hey, its Gabriela! Wanted to see if you wanted to get our nails done today!

Why the fuck does she want to hang out? And more importantly how did she get my number?

To Gabriela: How did you get my number?

From Gabriela: Niall gave it 2 me. I know a great salon we can go 2

To Gabriela: Wtf I am busy

From Gabriela: Niall said u wernt busy. Plus im almost at ur house

Let me guess Niall gave her my address too. He was so pissed off last night for no reason and now he is blackmailing me for it. He knows that I despise Gabriela so giving her all my information and telling her its a good idea to hang out with, is just his way of getting back at me.

I hear the sound of tires approaching and know that the bitch is here. I don't want to argue with her today and telling her to go away will only incite a fight. Grabbing a purse and putting on a pair of shoes I leave my house. My eyes lock with hers and I put on a pair of sunglasses to block out the blazing sun and her perfectly smug face.