A Stranger's World

Prologue

Niall's POV:
"Just leave me the fuck alone Mum, Jesus." I slurred out, staggering down the corridor.

"Niall James Horan you do not cuss at me!" My mother shouted back.

"I wouldn't have to if you'd just effing listen!" I raised my voice slightly, taking another swig of beer.

"Listen to what?! None of your sentences are coherent any more and you know it!" Mum yelled. I raised my eyebrows at her, daring her to continue. This was the first time she'd ever mentioned my drinking. She sighed, and shook her head.

"Baby, I know it's been hard for you these past few months-"

"Hard?" I interrupted her. I chuckled humourlessly. "Hell yeah it's been hard. I woke up to find a note taped to my fucking forehead saying that I was no longer welcome in my own band; the band that I'd put my blood, sweat and fucking tears into. And not only that, but those fuckers had took all my stinking money. So then I had to move out of my million-pound apartment in Central London and come back to Mullingar, and watch those little shits live out my dream. So yes Mum. These last 194 days have been fucking. Hard." I seethed, not even letting her finish before I slammed my bedroom door shut and collapsed onto the mattress on the floor, the salty taste of my tears mixing with that of the beer as I lost yet another night to the golden heartache relief.

Em's POV:
"Sometimes you have to be a little bit... Naughty!" The whole crowd of London West End's 'Matilda' chorused, flashing billion-watt smiles before the curtains were pulled shut and we walked offstage.

"Bye guys see you all tomorrow!" I shouted down the corridor, receiving a chorus of 'goodbyes' as I opened my dressing room door and shut it behind me. I quickly got out of my hideous Mrs Honey costume and into my trackies, before I desperately pulled open a drawer of the desk, grinning as the white powder glistened beautifully from its paper bag. I rolled up a bit, lit it up quickly and inhaled, exhaling deeply as the pot allowed me to completely relax.

I was just nearing the end of my high when my door was flung open, and my eyes widened when I saw the director.

Play it cool Em. Maybe he'll think it's just a normal cigarette...

Just as that thought crossed my mind however, he wrinkled his nose up in disgust.

"Em are you smoking pot?" He asked in disbelief.

"Psssh." I scoffed. "No." His eyes narrowed.

"You are. You're high as a kite." He accused, shutting the door behind him.

"Am not! I'm just... Relaxed." I giggled.

The director shook his head.

"Em I'm so disappointed in you." He said. "This was your big break, and you've ruined it."

Fortunately I wasn't too stoned to realise I was now in deep shit.

"What?" I frowned, throwing the smoked-out weed out the open window. He sighed.

"Em can you imagine? If the police found illegal drugs in one of the dressing rooms. We'd be finished. I'm sorry love, but this is your own fault-"

"No please you can't. I-I'll quit. I'll go cold turkey. I'll burn it all just please let me stay here." I begged, tears pricking my eyes. The director sighed and shook his head.

"I'm sorry darling." Was all he said before he walked out.

As soon as the door was shut behind him, I literally screamed, and threw all the weed out the window. I then collapsed into a pile on the floor, screaming and sobbing into my knees as I felt my heart shatter along with my dreams.

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