It’s been four fucking years since the start of the fake relationship. What was supposed to turn into a temporary situation became more of a problem. People had been spreading rumours about me and Dani dating, which I reacted to positively. I joked that we were actually together and Niall was fake. Which made some people catch on. Dani hates it with a passion so much that she uploaded a video on her channel talking as me with her creepy ability to mimic my voice. It was always similar to my own, speaking of which we seem to look a bit alike. But we haven’t talked much since then. That was one year.
The second year was spent wondering if Harry still wanted to put up with this because we could just give up. We didn’t have to deal with this if it wasn’t for me. I became diagnosed with clinical depression.
The third year was spent developing secret signals and hiding places for us to nurture our relationship, because he does still love me.
This year, we’ve spent trying to look for ways out of this damned contract that Mari seems to be dragging out forever simply because Harry and I no longer fit each other and Niall is more marketable. Niall has been distant from me, so we don’t really talk.
I still hate this with a bloody passion.
There are still some good things, like our hiding place. It’s in this garden that we found in the middle of no where, we shot a music video here with Dani. There’s a pavilion and an empty cabin that we have rented out. It’s our get away, our safe place. I don’t know it’s nice.
There’s so many things in that world that I hate, I need to get away from all the blinking and calls of the city that never seems to sleep. He’s absorbed in it too much, and I am too. It sucks that I spent the first year taking Harry for granted because right now I’m not even allowed to be seen with him in public and I hate it so bloody much.
It’s so much better here being disconnected from the world.
I hear a knock at the door, it’s Harry because who else would it be? Dani? I don’t think so. I miss her though.
Harry is beaming with so much happiness as he runs through our front door.
“I figured out how a way to break the contract.” He smiles brightly. I gleam at him.
“How?” I ask. His smile fades as he realizes something I don’t understand.
“Never mind, it’s dumb and it won’t work.” He realizes. Both our smiles melt away.
I stare at the clock it’s three am, we have to get to work soon.
“Just text me it to me when Niall and I get there, yeah? We have to go to work. I’ll meet you at the studio.”
I kiss Harry and head off to Niall’s house. This has just become our routine. I pretend that I live at Niall’s because the fans know his address. We’ve become somewhat of a celebrity power couple. I hate it AND I know Niall does too. Niall and I arrive at the studio with little words being exchanged with each other. I don't know, Niall and I have become more distant with each other. There are rare times when I feel like our relationship could be real, honestly. There was a time when we were both in love with each other, although we didn't know. It's still there, but it's just like a candle that's burnt out compared to Harry and I. I can't change that. And because of that I feel so sorry for Niall. He didn't mean to be a part of this. His only mistake a was falling in love with me at the wrong time. My phone goes off on the table next to Niall. The text is from Harry.
“The only way for this damned contract to end is if Niall disappears. Dumb innit?” He sends. I make a face, which causes Niall to ask;
“Are you okay? What was that?”
“Nothing, promise.” I shrug his accusations of thinking there is something wrong off.
I prep for recording our fourth album, and leave my phone on the table right beside Niall.
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THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW
The dynamic and controversial trio were invited to attend a royal gala, otherwise known as a ball. As usual, Eve attended with Niall as they were still to keep up their power couple status no matter how much they hated it. Harry chose to go to the ball with Dani as his date with whom he has kept in touch with compared to his counterpart, Eve.
The two girls both wore shockingly similar white gowns, if not for their faces, no one could tell them apart. Dani and Eve hadn’t seen each other in a while, however when they did it was as if no time had passed between them. Things almost seemed normal except for the fact that Niall seemed to be acting very different. He seemed as though he had been contemplating something the entire night. However, there wasn’t much time to think of it as the ball had begun.
People were dancing and whirling around like in a fairy tale. The men looked like princes and the women were princesses all for a night. A loud voice boomed from the speaker.
“All right ladies and gents, don your masks. It’s time for the masquerade part of this masquerade ball!” He announces. Dani, Niall, and Harry do so and Niall is spun into the arms of someone both familiar and forceful. Niall thinks it sounds like Eve, but I can’t tell because of the mask and the fact that the lights are dimmed.
“You haven’t been quite yourself today, have you?” she asks. Niall shrugs.
“I just, stumbled across something and I’m having trouble making a decision.” Niall says. The two continue dancing, Dani raises her eyebrow meticulously.
“Oh?” She smiles mischievously. “On what?”
“Love, I guess.”He shrugs. The beautiful girl in the white gown smiles a genuine smile that he hadn’t seen in a while.
“Do what feels right. But just remember, a little love is better than none.” Dani advises. They finish dancing and Niall rushes off to find Eve. When he finds her, he finds that his lips are crashing onto hers as if saying good bye. It feels like the last few years are rushing through Eve's eyes, all of the pain and joy theyve been through, and hiding in Niall's kiss. Eve suddenly understands now.
“You are, and will always be good enough Genevieve April Delacy. Don't you dare forget that.” Niall disappears into the darkness.
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THATS THE END
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