Last night was, interesting, but nice. He slept in my room after and he held me close to him. I could feel his heart beat against my back as he left tiny kisses on my neck. I was drifting off into a slumber when he started humming a song I recognized, “Stay With Me” by You Me At Six. My eyes popped open and I began to panic.
“Niall.” I jumped out of bed. “I think you should go.”
He sat up on one elbow. “What? Why?”
“This was a bad idea.” I started to put my clothes back on. “Ariel will be here soon and you can’t be here.”
“I’ll set an alarm. I can’t go back to my room now, I might wake Louis.” He reached over to grab my arm to pull me back into bed.
“No, Niall.” I yanked away and threw his clothes at him. “Get dress and please leave.”
He stood up and pulled his trunks on. “I don’t get you. We just made love and now you want nothing to do with me?”
“Love? That was not love. I don’t love you. I needed to be needed by someone and you were here.” I pushed towards the door.
He spun around to get in my face. “So if anyone else was here tonight you would have fucked them. Is that what you’re saying?” He face was red with anger. “If it was Harry that ran back here with your clothes you would have done the same to him?”
I hung my head low and shook it. “No.”
“That’s bullshit. You’re just a whore that will never learn.” He walked to the door.
“That’s was low.” You let out.
He turned the door knob and slammed the door on the way out. By this time it was quarter to six in the morning. I sat down on the bed and decided there was no use in going back to bed if I was just going to have to get up soon anyway. I went to my suitcase and pick out clothes and hoped Ariel would approve. I hopped in the shower and stood under the water, desperately trying to wash away his scent.
I heard my door open and assumed it was Ariel. I got out of the shower and got dressed. Ariel was sitting in the chair in the corner of the room on her phone. When I walked over to the desk to eat whatever she had brought me this morning she hung up her phone.
“Why did I see Niall leaving this morning?” she asked.
I gulped. “He stayed in here last night. It’s a long story.”
“(y/n), if he messes with your image you might as well stop now. He has the power to ruin you. You aren’t that big yet and he could make that never happen.”
“Niall wouldn’t do anything like that.” I hoped. “I can fight for myself if I have to.”
Within the next two weeks of being in Australia, I hadn’t seen him and I was thankful. When I returned to America to appear on XFactor, the media blew up. Niall and the rest of the boys apparently got drunk as hell in a bar in Australia and paps caught their conversation about me on camera. Most of the video was slurs but the words I could make out were along the lines of me being a slag and whore, and Niall wasn’t the only one who was saying it. Louis was as well, along with Zayn.
I’m not going to lie, it hurt, but then again I deserved it. I did treat him like shit, but because of this all of their fans were against me too. I got an endless amount of tweets calling me names and asking how many guys I’ve slept with today. I found my phone in my back pocket and scrolled down to Harry’s number.
*Guess who’s only slept with three guys in her life, yet is being rumored to have slept with ten guys today, alone?* I hit every button hard and fast, clicking send.
I sat in the back of the SUV on the way to the XFactor studio. I wasn’t expecting Harry to respond so quickly, considering he was in London right now and it was late there.
*I’ve been there. You just have to ignore it. I’m sorry (y/n). He was drunk and if I wasn’t drunk too I would have stopped him.* I smiled at his niceness.
*I was mean to him. :(*
I sent the message and Ariel got off the phone. She was sitting in the passenger seat, on the phone for the past ten minutes. I decided to listen to my iPod instead of listening to her, but she said something to the driver and she turned around to look at me. I took my ear buds out.
“You’re not performing tonight.” She simply said.
“What?” my eyebrows furrowed.
“They don’t want you.” She turned back toward the front. The driver was rounding the block and headed back to my hotel. “I told that boy would ruin your career.”
I sunk into my seat and fought the tears that were threatening to escape. My phone buzzed and I opened the text trying to read it through the blur of my crying.
*Everything will be okay. :)*
*Not when your career is over. Looks like I’m just another one hit wonder.*
*What are you talking about?*
*I’m not performing on XFactor anymore. They don’t want me and no one else will want me either.*
For the next couple weeks, almost all the venues I was scheduled to perform at had cancelled my shows. All of the fans that wanted to go before this mess asked for refunds. The rest of the venues were bound to cancel on me so I told Ariel to just cancel them herself. I was finished.
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Fanfiction(y/n), an american girl, attends the music festival of her dreams and just happens to be snatched up by the one and only Niall Horan. Will she measure up to the boy's fame? Will her past destroy any chance for a future? What will happen when things...
