(Niall's POV)
SOmehow when we enter the room, the men in suits don't seem as intimidating as I had always thought they were. They're still scary enough that I pop a candy heart into my mouth, but I am not genuinly intimidated.
"So you have come to us to beg for mercy?" The man shuts the door behind us.
Louis shakes his head. "Actually quite the oppisite. We quit."
The man looks stunned. "You can't quit."
"We can to." ZAyn argues, sounding a bit childish. "I read it in our contract."
The man backtracks. "I mean, you can, but why would you want to? Every penny you have ever earned is because of us. Without us, you would be nothing."
I shake my head, speaking up for the first time. "THat's a risk we're willing to take." The others around me nod, and the man looks furious.
"Well don't come crying back to me when you're playing on street corners for spare change." He threatens, "I think you can find the door."
I nod, and we all walk out, heading back to our room. It's kind of surreal. We just broke away from the people that have been in charge of us for the last 5 years. I'm not sure what to think, until Louis let's out a whoop of joy. I smile. We are finally free.
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Stockholm Syndrome
FanfictionEmma has always hated the band One Direction, and only attends their concert after her friend begs her for months. But after a bit of a misunderstanding with the band's management, Emma finds herself unable to escape-and maybe she doesn't want to.
