Niall:
I tried tip toing passed the door with Don’s booming voice behind it. Counting silently to five as I walked by on light feet.
“One, two, three”, almost turned the corner. “Four, fi...”,
“Niall Horan!”, and now Don’s booming voice was right behind me. I stopped, scrunching my face before I turned to face him. I knew he would be towering over me with his hands at his sides. Slowly I twisted my shoulders and looked up at him.
“Hi Don”, I chirped happily. He didn’t even move a muscle. Didn’t even lift a bushy eyebrow. “You know Don, I’d love to stay and chat but the van is waiting, you know I have a concert to do so maybe we could...”, I didn’t get to finish before I was dragged into his office. “You know, or we could just talk now”, I mumbled pretty much defeated in every single way. Don placed me in his well known chair. I was nothing but a rag doll in a pair of SUPRA’s bumping down into it. “If this is about the calls last night then...”,
“You think?”, Don asked me, finally lifting an eyebrow, showing some kind of human treat at least. “You mean those 27 calls, and the fact that I sent half of your band after you?”. I hitched up my shoulders as far as I could, as if I didn't have a clue.
“Well, it was my day off you know”, I mumbled, hoping he would realize that I actually had the need to relax just as any other living creature. Except for Don of course. Don never relaxed. Ever.
“What?”, Don bent forward, pointing to his ear like he hadn't heard what I said. I sighed, sinking further together into my rag doll position. I knew he was mocking me.
“It was my day off”, I repeated, a lot louder, and a lot more sour. Don didn’t care if it was my day off.
“Too busy to answer a call or 27 Horan?”, Don asked me.
“Why couldn’t it wait until today?”, I asked, cutting out the innocence.
“Because we both know you were trying to sneak past that door ten seconds ago”, Don said, and had won again. Fine, so he was right. Didn’t mean I was any less annoyed and that I wouldn’t do everything I could to make this conversation as short as possible. “You know what this is about Horan”, Don said, and sat on his desk, crossing his arms again. He didn't sound as mad anymore. Don was cool guy, I liked him. So why did they have to make him the guy who told me all the things I hated to hear?! But he was right, I had a faint idea of what I was sitting in this chair for.
“See, Don, there is no need to worry”, I started, sitting up straight. A nice long argument full of shit usually did the trick.
“You’ve got your own two page spread in eight magazines with eight different girls”, Don snapped back. Fine, just cut straight to the point. Great. Leave me defenseless, that’s just fine. I refused to look at him. “And that’s just this month Niall, what’s going on?”.
“They’re all just friends”, I said, peeking up at him.
“People are starting to worry”.
“People?”. Don rolled his eyes at my tricky behavior and started pacing.
“I’m starting to worry Niall", Don pointed at himself. "And the fans too I’m sure”. I just wanted to jump into that waiting van outside and get on stage as quick as possible. We were already thirty minutes late. The fans didn’t have to worry about who I went out with. But see a thirty minute delay was something they could worry about.
“You’re saying I can’t go out with friends Don?”, I said. Don sighed again, shaking his head slightly.
“Kissing a girl at a street corner is not going out with friends”. I was furious, and my glare got deeper as he kept on talking about it. That girl was a one time thing, and a sore point. I regretted it, and I hated the fact that it came out. But the last thing I wanted was to explain myself.
“So I can’t have a life, that’s what you’re saying?”.
“We just want to know”, Don said, throwing his hands out in desperation. We both knew I was acting quite impossible.
“Know what?”.
“These girls? Are they serious?”.
“No?”.
“You just kiss eight girls?”, Don said, almost laughing at how stupid it sounded.
“I didn’t kiss all of them”, I shot in.
“Niall are you ok?”, Don asked all of a sudden. I don’t know where it came from, but I knew I would be lying if I said yes. I ended up with the same deep glare that was unlike me in every way. “We just think you should keep a low profile for a little while, tell the world you’re single”. I didn’t say anything. “Don’t cause any problems for yourself, right?”, Don said, raising both brows at me.
“Tell the world I'm single?”.
“You know!”, Don shrugged like he didn’t know what to say to make me understand. “Interact with the fans! Make music! Not running around street cornes making out!”. I ran a hand down my face, hating the turn this had taken Did he now understand why I had tried to sneak passed the door? “Just clear it up”, Don sighed, and wasn’t at all mad. He was just giving up. Like Louis.
“Well what if I’m not”, I snapped back, staring down at the floor, refusing to just 'clear it up'.
“Not what?”, Don sighed, not really paying attention to me creating another argument. He didn’t want to argue.
“Not single”.
