Weak ( A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter One

Chapter One:

Cambri.

"Cambri!" My mother's irritating voice rings through the hotel suite. Okay. I love my mom to death, but her voice, sounds like the screeching of tires to me. Especially if I'm just waking up.

"Yes!" I reply, not wanting to leave the comfort of the bed.

"Cambri!!" She repeats loudly.

"Yes!!" I try louder, but it's all a hopeless cause.

"Cambri!!"

I let out a frustrated sigh and throw a small tantrum that consists of me pounding on the bed and kicking my feet. I then throw the covers back forcefully and drag my feet as I walk towards the kitchen.

You would think that Mom would try to meet me halfway considering she wants to see me so badly that she found it necessary to disrupt my time of slumber! But no, instead, I have to walk all the way to the kitchen.

As I enter the the kitchen, she smiles brightly at me. "Good morning!" She chirps gleefully. But she only earns a grunt in return. "You called?" I asked grumpily.

"Yes, you need to eat, and then get ready for rehearsal. Then after that, you can get washed up because you have an interview with Popstar magazine. Lastly, you have a meeting with Paul Higgins, the manager of One Direction. He wanted to speak to you in person instead of on the phone, and he wouldn't take no for an answer. The matter must be important," she explains.

"Whatever the problem, as long as I get paid, it won't be my problem," I say nonchalantly before grabbing an apple from the fruit basket and taking a rather large bite into it.

"Oh dear," she says more to herself, but then addresses me, "Cambri be polite! Please, we need you to collaborate with other artists. It will help your career immensely."

"Yeah, yeah," I reply with a mouthful of apple. Mom cringes at my terrible manners and shakes her head.

"Soo, have you talked to... Justin lately?" Mom asks quietly.

Yes, Justin Bieber. We met on the red carpet and chat for a few moments which apparently means that we should settle down and have kids to my mom.

I sigh loudly. "Mom, I know you want me to date him, but I am not interested!"

"Honey, please! I want you to get out there and date too, I don't want you to stay alone forever," she pleads with me but I shake my head violently.

"No Mom, I don't want a relationship right now, so please drop the subject," I don't yell, but I say it harshly so she'll get the hint that I want her to stop trying to push me into relationships.

She should get it now that I don't do love, but she won't let it sink in.

"Fine," she says after a few minutes of silence. I take that as my que to leave.

~~~~~~~~~

I burst into my dressing room after rehearsals, where my best and only friend Kayla waits for me with a smile plastered on her face.

"Hey Cam!" She smiles wider, which I thought was impossible.

I run toward her as she opens her arms awaiting a hug, but soon a wave of confusion washes over her face when she finds that I ran past her to the counter where a water bottle was sitting.

"Can't... talk... must.. have... water," I manage to say between large gasps of air as I eagerly open my own personal heaven at the moment.

Between my loud gulps, I hear her complain. "You douche bag! I thought you were gonna hug me!" I set the bottle down and turn to look at her, only to fall out laughing at her facial expression.