I would (one direction fanfic)[UNDER EDITING]

What the bloody hell?

Amari's POV

Jakes take my hand and pulls me in close to him, planting his lips onto mine. I push him away. The paparazzi is enjoying the public display and asks for more affectionate pictures for the camera.

"What the bloody hell?" I yell. Jake startled, "is everything alright?" He asks. "No! Everything is NOT fine! I already told you yesterday to leave me alone! We're not even dating and your trying to kiss me!?" I scream, pissed.

"Awww, c'mon. The happy couple shouldn't fight..." One of the photographers says. "THIS, RIGHT HERE IS NOT HAPPY! THERE IS NO COUPLE!" I scream, fuming. I run off to where my car is and hop inside. I drive away before I choke someone and am known for a murderer. I drive away to the studio.

I turn on the radio to clear my mind. Thank god one direction isn't playing honestly I don't think I could take it right now. Bruno Mars is playing. I love him! I start to clear my mind and sing along.

Before I know it I reached the studio. I turn off the car and run to the studio afraid of more paparazzi. As soon as I reach the studio an unhappy Simon Cowell awaits me.

"Erm, hey" I say afraid of why he is here. "Sit down" Simon says. I do as I'm told and sit down. "What's this?" He asks, turning on the tv.

I watch the whole clip of me flipping out this morning on my way here. As soon as the clip finishes the news reporter says "is it going downhill for the couple? This is what jake, Amari's boyfriend had to say..." "No, we're perfectly fine, she just has a hard time adjusting to our relationship"

"What the hell?" I mumble under my breath. "We can't have you flipping out in front of the camera. We need to have you clean, so we can promote your first album" Simon says. "Bu-But" I start. "No buts!" Simon says as he gets up. "I have a press conference with the boys, you'll just have to finish up and remember not to go on a rage" Simon says. "Y-Yes Simon" I stutter.

I wish he could have stayed so I could explain myself and get this cleared. I start welling up inside. 'NO, c'mon! Focus on your music' I tell myself. "Shall we record you last song?" The producer says. "Let's do this!" I say as I skip into the recording booth.

"Alright... Last song, make it count" the producer says. I nod and put in my headset. I stare at the lyrics for a moment. I wrote this song when I was dating Zayn. I kept it this whole time cause I couldn't let it go.

The music starts. I nod my head to the hypnotizing beat. "My love, my love, oh! Got my hypnotized by the way you smile, makin' me fall without warning, this love is burnin' up and I just can't help myself" I start singing.

~*~

"That's a rap!" The producer says. I jump up and down excitedly. "Alright, are you ready for the world to hear?" The producer asks. "Do you even have to ask?" I say. "No, I can tell!" He says. I smile, after hours in the studio and photo shoots for the cover we can finally launch my album after we promote it this week!

"Alright, remember stay calm and promote the album any chance you can. We have a schedule for you to promote the album on an interview with the radio and one on Jimmy Fallen and a commercial, got it?" He asks. I nod my head as he hands me the schedule.

"You may now leave the premises" he jokes. I giggle and grab my bag and walk out, but not before bowing and saying "I bid you good day". He laughs and says "bye" as I leave.

I make my way to the car and turn it on. I sit inside for a moment as I go through my schedule. I have the radio interview in two hours. Just enough time to get my home, showered and changed.

I head home and turn on the radio. Yet again Bruno Mars is playing. Yay. I sing along until the song ends and then commercials start. By then I arrived to our flat and turn of the engine and run inside scared any more paparazzi will anger me.