UGHHHHHH FML. FML FML FML FML. WHY YOU ASK? BECAUSE...I WAS ABOUT TO MADERFUKING FINISH MY FANFIC WHEN MY LAPTOP TURNED OFF. AND WHEN I TURNED IT ON AGAIN IT WAS GONE! COMPLETELY GONE! THE HORROR! :'( OH WELL. I HAVE TO START THIS OVER AGAIN. Can we take the same road two days in the same clothes? OKAY STOP XD
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ONCE AGAIN I PRESENT YOU: CHAPPIE 15 (cue the trumpets [again])
*Tiffany's POV*
I was admiring my ring when Niall hugged me from the back. I smiled and turned around to face my little angel.
'Hey there.' he said.
'Hey.' I replied.
He looked troubled. I knew there was something wrong.
'What's wrong babe?' I asked him.
'Oh nothing.' He responded.
'I know you Niall. You're troubled. Please, just don't lie.' I said. He stepped back and scratched his head. 'Well if I won't then I'm afraid I'll disappoint you.' he said. 'Just tell me, please.' I requested.
'Well, uncle Si...Simon wants to see you.' he uttered.
Uncle Simon? Oh yes, right. Simon. Simon Cowell. From X-Factor. I heard about that from Lauryn. But why would he want to see me?
'Why? what's wrong?' I asked Niall.
'Well, about the engagement....' his voice tailed off.
'Yes?' I asked.
'He didn't pretty much liked the idea of US. He doesn't want US to happen.' he said, looking at the ground.
I was surprised.
'I didn't get his permission.' he added. 'He's not like he's your father right?' I said. 'Your father liked me. He approved of the wedding. He said I was good for you. Isn't that enough? Your family likes me right?' I started to panic. Then, I was mad. Why would a person ruin someone else's happiness?
'Just please, babe. Talk to him. Maybe you'll change his mind.' I nodded and we drove to his house. It was BIG. Well, of course. It's SIMON COWELL for pete's sake! Nialler opened the car door for me and I stepped outside. He then locked the door and we both proceeded inside. What was inside was much more awesome than outside.
It was SO BIG. I opened my mouth at the sight and Niall just smiled at my reaction. 'C'mon, let's go babe.' He said, gesturing me to go inside a room. We entered the room and it was HUGE. It was bigger than our kitchen. And trust me, our kitchen is big. It had a desk in the middle along with a huge comfortable office chair.
There was someone sitting on it. I guess it was Simon. He did not turn around to face us nor said a single word. All I could hear was our breaths. After a few minutes of just staring at the huge chair he finally spoke. 'You can leave us alone Niall.' he commanded. Niall nodded and reluctantly went outside. He didn't want to leave me but, what could he do?
What was with Simon anyway? Why was Niall always following what he says? He's making Niall look like a robot. I knew he was a good man. Underneath those skin, there's a good part of him. Except for the part where HE DIDN'T WANT ME AND NIALL TO GET MARRIED!
'Ehem.' he fake coughed. 'It's Tiffany, isn't it?' he added. I nodded but remembered that he wasn't facing me so I said 'Yes, sir.'
He finally faced me and I saw his face. I saw the face of SIMON COWELL. yay. I felt excited, nervous, and mad at the same time. I was starstrucked. I frozed until he waved his hand infront of me. I plopped back into the real world. Oops. 'Sorry about that.' I apologized. 'It's okay. I get that alot.' he said. I gave him a warm, friendly smile but he did not smile back. H O W R U D E.
'So. Tiffany. Let's do this fast so no one will get hurt. Niall is just 19 and....you just met. I'm sorry ms. Tiffany. The wedding can't go on.' he stated. That was fast.
I was really furious now. 'HOW DARE YOU!' I yelled at him. CRAP. Relax Tiff. Don't scare him. I sighed and closed my eyes. I counted to ten until I calmed down. I opened my eyes and smiled. 'Sorry about that.' I apologized. AGAIN. He nodded and continued to talk. ' As I was saying...the wedding can't be. Niall still has a brighter future than this. Besides, millions of girls' hearts would be broken.'
OKAY SHIT. I can't stand this. NO MORE. I stood up from my chair and slammed the table. 'Look mister. You don't know he we love each other and what we went through just to reach this point. I love Niall and he loves me. END OF STORY.' I yelled. Simon looked pretty stunned. But that didn't change his mind. 'I'm sorry Tiffany....This is for the good of both of Niall. You want him to have a brighter future, right?' he said.
'Of course I do.' My cheeks started to burn and I could feel tears coming out of my eyes. 'I'm sorry miss Tiffany. We can't let you continue the wedding. It's for Niall and his career. If you really love him then you would do anything for him. Even if it means letting him go.' he added.
He was right. I wanted Niall to have a brighter future. Not some man that has a lousy wife and kids. But Niall. He would get hurt.
I had the urge to punch him but no. I can't hurt THE SIMON COWELL. So without punching him, I stormed out of the room. Niall quickly stood up from the couch he was sitting on and hugged me. 'Babe, why are you crying? What did he say?' he asked, panicking.
Then I made a decision: I had to let him go for his sake.
'Niall. I'm sorry but...this can't be.' I said between sniffs. Niall's eyes widen. 'Oh no, not you too!' he shouted. 'I'm sorry but this is for your sake.This is for your future.' I said.
'I DON'T CARE ABOUT MY DAMN FUTURE! I CARE ABOUT YOU!' He looked really upset
. But, I had to do this. 'Is it because you like Zayn?!' he yelled. 'What? no!' I answered. Tears started streaming down his red face and so did in mine. 'I'm sorry.' I simply removed my ring and carefully placed it on the little table. And before leaving him in that gloomy place, I told him I loved him and I kissed him on the forehead, one last time.
OKAY ANOTHER AUTHORS NOTE! >:D
I KNOW THIS IS KINDA SAD BUT WELL......HERE'S A TISSUE BOX. WAIT, BRB. GUNNA CRY. *LOCKS HERSELF IN BATHROOM WITH THE TISSUE BOX AND..............................................................................................CRIES! HA! I KNOW WHAT YOU WERE THINKING. YOU MALICE CREATURE!
OKAY THAT'S ENOUGH. vote, comment, fan and buy a unicorn at the nearest Walmart. WOOP.
