The Best Decision

Chapter 13

Okay. So this next chapter is going to be extremely confusing. The girl who's point of view this chapter is going to be in is actually Paloma, but she doesnt know that she's paloma. Basically the purple stuff they injected her with wiped her memory, and they gave her a new life. Okay back to the story noww. Sorry i haven't been updating. lot of getting ready for my trip to the bahamas!

Chapter 13

Chelsea's POV

I plunge my hand into my pocketbook, searching for my lip gloss. Oh crap, did I lose another tube? No, wait. there it is.

Uncap, pout, smear, dab. It's a detailed process. I continue to walk down the street. Multitasking? I think so.

There is a man walking across the street. He looks extremely sketchy. He comes closer and glances at me. I put my purse infront of me and keep walking.

It's more like a briefcase than a purse. I have a MacBook Pro in here. I just hope I don't trip in Times Square and it goes flying out. I work on Wall Street, but it's always nice for a night in The Square. One time i even saw Justin Timberlake in the Hard Rock Cafe, although that isn't uncommon.

My high heels clop on the sidewalk, getting me closer and closer to the meeting place i had set with my assistant. I look at the huge LED screens plastered everywhere.

Oh look, a One Direction ad. And another one.

Honestly i really dont like them, although i feel like i have a connection with them somehow, although something is telling me to hate them..

Hah. I'm weird.

"Chelsea!" I look down to the little chairs at the base of the huge Forever 21 and see my assistant ( And boyfriend) Finn.

I smile and walk over to him. "Hey. What sort of things do we have in the works today?"

"You have a client who needs his savings accounted for. "

"Who may this client be?" I ask, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Niall Horan."

I choke and coffee comes spilling out of my mouth.

"Niall Horan? As in the famous Niall Horan from the band One Direction?"

"That's the one."

Holy shit. My first famous client!

"When is my appointment with him?"

"12:30 P.M. sharp."

"Okay. I'll see you later! I'll grab us some lunch on my way over!"

He smiles. "Panera?"

"You know it." I give him a kiss on the cheek and begin to stroll down to my apartment near Central Park. For once in my life i decided to take the subway.

I walked down the stairs into the dank, underground of one of the biggest cities in the world.

The subway comes, and i pile on, careful for muggers and shit.

I actually find a seat, which is suprising. After a few minutes, a guy sits across from me. He's wearing sunglasses and a hood. Sketchy much? He just appears to be staring at me.

I avoid looking at him. Oh, that's a cool ad up there. La dee da.

"48th Street." Yes. I go to leave. Aaannd so does the creepy stalker guy.

Great.

I feel him follow me. So i stop. and turn around, to become face to face with him.

"Listen buddy, do you have a problem?"

His voice goes into a whisper. "Paloma? Do you not know who I an? What did they do to you?"

I throw my hands up in exasperation.

"Who the hell is Paloma? I have never heard that name in my entire life. I don't know you, and nobody did anything to me! My name is Chelsea Richards, I'm 24 years old, and I'm from Seattle!"

"Really? then who's in this picture?"

he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little tiny picture folded at the corners, like he's had it for a while. He hands it to me.

Wait a minute, that's me. I look about 17, and i'm standing in a school uniform with this mystery guy. Wait, oh. my. god. it's Niall Horan.

I look at him in confusion.

"But I remember being bullied in high school back in seattle, that has to be wrong."

He just smiles.

"See you at 12:30."

And he's gone.