Chapter 17

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WARNING: THERE ARE SOME SAD PARTS!! And also a few ninja parts (Don't ask. It will make sense when you read. Note: I made up the last names and the magazine articles. THE ARTICLES DON'T EXIST!!

*Sam's POV*

Within a few weeks I was in the magazines. Not as a singer but as Niall's girlfriend. Soon Lexi and Julie joined me as Loui's and Harry's girlfriends. Magazines had pictures of me and Niall at Nando's, us shopping at the mall, even pictures of us playing football in our backyard. It went on for weeks. And weeks. Julie and Lexi seemed to enjoy it, having an excuse to go somewhere like the mall with their boyfriend. But I got just as much criticism as I did fame. Saying I was ugly. Saying I was a slut and Niall could do much better. Saying I had the most horrible taste in fashion, even though I wore just sweaters and jeans 99% of the time. Even though I didn't really care, it set Niall off. I'm pretty sure he looked at my twitter and Facebook page at least twice a day. He would constantly tell fans to be nice. Some listened. Others made up little nicknames for him like my "golden retriever." One time, a day after the latest issue of J-14 was published with us on the front, I found Niall sobbing in his room.

"Niall I made..." I say, carrying a tray filled with food for him. Muffled sobs came from his pillow, which his face was buried beneath it. I walked through, careful not to step on the magazines and dirty clothes that littered his floor. "What's wrong baby?" I say, placing the tray down and kneeling so I was next to him. A few mumbles came from the pillow but too quiet and muffled to hear. "What?" I ask, rubbing his back. He lifted his face up, revealing flushed cheeks and red puffy eyes.

"It's them again!" he says before another wave of tears takes over, causing him to crash down on his pillow again, sobbing. I find the latest issue of J-14 on next to his bed, carelessly throw so it landed half way open. I turn to the cover to find a picture of us hugging on the front, Niall, eyes closed, placing his cheek on my head. I smile, wondering how this caused him to become a wreck. I flip to the page about us and read to myself.

"Niall Horan spotted in the park on Thursday evening with his girlfriend, Samantha McCamerly. The couple had bought ice cream from the local vender and played a game of football on the park hill before climbing up in a tree and cuddling, Samantha's legs wrapped around his waist and placing her lips in the crook of his neck. He always seemed to giggle every so often. Witness says that Niall had been "taking his sweet time in the loo lately." To cover up the marks of the night before maybe? But it seems too perfect. Samantha came from New York because of Hurricane Sandy, as resources say. We all know long distance relationships don't last for long. One Direction has an upcoming tour in 11 months. Niall, what are you going to do when she goes back? You need to stop living in this fairy tale and come back to reality." I flip to the next page.

"Niall Horan has reportedly been "out of the groove." Resources say he's been putting on weight and been lazy. Could his girlfriend be spoiling him? Resources say that he's gained ten pounds in the last two months. Hopefully it's not because of the amount of food he eats! We sure do hope that he has a talk with Samantha about spoiling!" To the left was an obviously photoshoped picture of me feeding Niall in bed. I close the magazine and return to Niall's bedside. I sit down on the bed and stroke Niall's back. Instead of muffled cries coming from his pillow, only whimpers escaped, like a wounded animal.

"What's wrong with those people? Do they have anything better to do than say I'm fat?" he says between whimpers. He turns around so he's lying on his back, wiping his eyes with the end of his shirt. I try to not look at his six pack and v-lines.

"Niall you're as skinny as a stick!" I say and place my hand on his belly.

"But it's because of them that we can't do anything or go anywhere! It's not fair! I don't see Harry and Loui getting hate because they're taken!" he gives me those puppy eyes.

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