metanoia |N.H|

chapter two.

does it ever drive you crazy,  just how fast the night changes

The wretched day has come. It's time for the dinner.

The jackasses even made a dress code for fucks sakes. Was gonna show up in jeans and a band shirt, but the director said i had to dress to impress.

Supposedly the movie would do better if we had them in it, but i couldn't give less of a shit.

I do not care if the movie flops as long as i don't have to work with those jackasses again. I don't care about the fucking money. I just want to enjoy it.

This was supposed to be my passion project! Was gonna be my last movie before i started recording my album! Now i'll be pissed off the whole time. I was supposed to be euphoric remembering all the good times, now i'll remember all the bad.

Fucking Horan is going to ruin my euphoria!!

Now i have get all dressed and pretty for a deal I don't even want.

I put on a green dress with a sculpted corset top see through underneath my breasts. The skit is puffy but not too puffy. I can still walk in it without slipping. The skirt and bodes has lace leaves imprinted.

I through on a quick pair of gold heals and put product into my curly hair causing it to puffed up.

I step into the uber they've sent for me holding tight to my clutch purse.

The driver attempts makes slight conversation, but eventually gives up.

We arrive to a huge fancy vintage looking hotel. it has large dark oak doors which are opened for me by the porter. I step in and see marble all over. I see not one person; not including staff.

I walk over to the receptionist, "Hi, sorry to bother you. Do you know by any chance where One direction is dining? We're meeting for busine-,"

"I know Miss Knight. All the guests have identifiers, and were not taking in any new guests until you're all to leave after your meal," she interrupts in a cold detached voice.

"Alright, we'll can you show me to the restaurant," I ask calmly. She nods and steps out from behind the reception. She hastily walks toward another set of big oak doors being opened by another porter.

"Here you are," She says and scurries off.

I walk over to the table where the director was sitting alone. "So glad to finally meet you! Have been dying to finally meet the man who is making it all happen," I say in a peppy voice.

He gets up and gives me a hug, "Oh come on, I know for a fact you talk nothing like that. Save it for the rockstars. They'll expect you to worship the ground they walk on. Just ignore their ignorance," He calls me out in what seems to be a slight british accent but mainly american.

"Hey leave me alone, i'm just practicing. If they say anything i'll just remind them I have known them for a very long time. Cant say this for all of them, but if Harry tries to say anything, i'll just tell him to shut up and let the adults talk. For Niall i'm for sure screwed. Hated me on the X-factor, and i'm sure it'll be no different as adults. Wouldn't say anything to me unless if it was to make fun of me or he was forced. I mean the man is only three months older than me, and he thinks he's the shit for it. He can honestly suck my dick," I say in a ramble.

"Well, I'll make sure his manager manages him. You'll be the star here. Telling you a secret, i like you much more, they're assholes to me, the director of their movie. It's no matter, saying as i could make their lives a living hell. Either way, we all have roles to play here," looks behind me which makes me turn my head to see the boys walking in. Niall and Harry still wearing their sunglasses like the dorks they are.