One Direction Imagines!

Niall: Past Never Fades But Some People Change

"Are you f*cking serious!?" Niall screamed behind closed doors.

"She's not helping you or your band Niall. Now go tell her it's over." The managers yelled back.

Little did they know I was right outside.

"No! You f*cking idiot! I love her!" Niall returned.

I had had enough. This wasn't the first time things like this happened. Management had never like me. I wasn't exactly a role model for young girls and didn't fit managements 'standards' for Niall.

"Oh really? Really!? Can you even trust her? How do you know she's not with you for the fame? The money? The attention?"

I waited for Niall to reply but he was hushed.

"Hell with you I'll tell her!" The producer finished.

I instantly ran and hid behind the corner peeking out the side when I heard the door open. Before I saw anyone, there was a thud and the producer hit the ground. I tried hiding behind the wall but Niall had already seen me. Before he could get to me, I ran. But Niall's longer legs quickly caught up. He grabbed my wrist but I pulled away.

"Don't f*cking touch me!" I screamed in his face.

My words had no effect on him and he wrapped his arms around me as if he was trying to strangle me. I thrashed around until I gained some control of the situation barely getting out if his reach.

"You know they don't like you and you know I don't give a damn about it!"

Niall yelled.

"You wouldn't even defend me when they started blaming me for everything! You don't even trust me, do you?! I would never you those things!" I screamed back.

"Hey you-" he started, tone still angry, beginning to approach me again.

"Get away from me!" I loudly cried making the palm of hand connect with the side of his face. Seemingly shocked, Niall just looked at me. He should have seen it coming, he knew I had done it before and wasn't afraid to do so.

Once again, I ran. This time to my house. As fast as my feet could carry me. When I got inside, I ripped the cupboards open and grabbed my stash that I hide from Niall. I found the bottle of vodka and indulged. The alcohol burned my throat so familiarly.

I promised Niall I wouldn't go back to my old ways but he didn't trust me right? Why did it matter?

When the bottle was gone, I rampaged to my room breaking and throwing things along the way. I put on my tightest black skinny jeans, metallic gold bralette and black lace shirt. I strapped my studded stiletto heels on and my leather jacket. I made my way to the bathroom already starting to stumble. After teasing the life out of my hair, I put on the darkest, most prostitution like make up on I could and was out the door. Luckily my old safe haven wasn't far away.

I walked in and the smoke filled air was comforting. I got to the bar and ordered the strongest drink on the menu and chugged it down. Moments later a tall, attractive man sat by me.

"We're going back to my place to party, wanna come?" He slurred.

"Yeah sure." I blandly stated. I didn't know what he said but knew it was a question.

His house was filled with more people, more smoke and more alcohol. People were dirty dancing and there were fights going on everywhere. It was all too familiar, I missed it.

Though I was drunk, I could now understand things but that didn't mean I would make good decisions.

"Wanna play some strip poker?" The same guy asked.