Bent. | h.s

the party.

and my heart caves in when i look at you.
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Everything happened so fast.

Boss' yelling, the dropping to the floor, the screaming of other people in the room, the yelling, the heaving on the ground trying to breathe from the lack of energy and food in my system.

The thing about my 'incidents' is that I can always hear everything going on around me even when I'm laying lifeless on the floor.

I could clearly hear the tone of panic in Boss' voice- well, he wasn't my boss anymore. I could also hear Adam rushing to help me up and resting my back on a wall nearby, and Nan, still typing everything going on, and members of the band asking about my well being as they're being ushered out of the room.

Mr. Walker was undoubtedly worried that I, the trainee he'd just kicked out, would ruin his deal of having One Direction be the stars of his next issue. He was probably even mad at me, if there was something worse than firing me he would probably do it the minute I was back on my feet.

The last thing I hear before I'm put to unconsciousness by the sedative is Adam, whispering to me that I'll be okay.

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"That sure was fun."

"Oh yeah. The best."

Adam had carried me back to my car, asking for permission to leave the meeting early so he could drive me home.

He was mad at me for some reason, not admitting it when I questioned him about him but I could tell by his tone.

"You know I didn't do it on purpose, right?" I asked him and he scoffed. "Which part exactly? The part where you refused what was possibly the biggest story and lost your job?" he raised his brow at me in a mocking sense, "Or the part where you made it sound like you didn't care?hmm,"

"I do care," our voices were getting louder with every word and I hated it.

"Right."

"Adam, I care that I lost my job, I don't care that I lost it for this story!" the thought that he considered a silly interview to be the biggest story I could've get was making me beyond angry.

"Why the f.uck not, Cassie? th-" I stopped him mid sentence, not being able to hold it in me, "because they wouldn't have made it mine. Interviews to bands this big are scripted and edited and twisted beyond context it wouldn't be mine anymore." I added with a huff, taking a seat at my couch. I hadn't even realized that we were both standing until then.

"You don't know that!"

"Can we just drop it?" I stared up at him hoping that my distress was evident in my voice.

"You lost your job, Cass, how are we supposed to ignore that?" Adam was beginning to sound frustrated as he took a seat next to me. "I'll get another one," I shrugged and he sighed, resting his head in his hands.

"Fine."

"Fine,"

"So, what now?"

We were sat in silence, both of us calming down after the eruption we'd just had.

I was used to arguing with Adam, but most of the time they were just childish banter, nothing about pressing matters such as these. I hated fighting.