You're gonna miss me (Part 1)

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"I knew. I knew the entire time Niall. And yet, I can't find myself to be angry at you. You know why?" He hesitantly shook his head as I came to my feet. "Because you're not worth any of my time anymore."

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This entire mess started a week after Harry's birthday. How Niall thought he could sneak behind my back and have an affair. There was a time where I just wanted to rip those balls of his off so he found himself less desirable.

I get it. He's a famous pop star and he's busy. But it's not he's the only one to make an excuse. Being an actress in this industry gets you well known as well. I'm just as equal to fame and glory as he is. I know how the system works and I know that these women that don't have the life that we do, will be swept off their feet to have Niall Horan give them attention.

But that's the funny thing though. He's just Niall Horan. He's human; eats, breaths and shits the same as we all do. He's not better than anybody else. His fans and the media only portray him that way.

He's like everybody else; and I hate people that let this fame get to their head.

"Babe!" I hear him call while I casually flick through television channels. A set of hands lay on my shoulder as I restrict myself to pull away from them. "I'm going out for a bit."

"Ok." I shrugged and threw him a glance. "Have fun." He nodded and kissed my cheek as I refrain myself from cringing. Those lips had been on another do I wasn't to keen to have them on me.

"Love you!" He called and slammed the front door shut as my fist tightened around the remote.

I knew where he was going. He was going to spend time with that little Sydney girl he's been caught with. He tries to reassure me that nothing is going on between them; but I know better.

Being an actress, you don't learn emotions and body language for nothing.

That... and he can't seem to realise that this apartment has thin walls. The little conversation he had on the phone yesterday was to organise today. And I heard every word.

I still don't get why though. Why he'd go to all this effort to fuck somebody else. My teeth grit and my fists ball as I found anger bubbling up inside me.

It's not just his fault for being a cheater. It's also her fault too. She knows he's taken and yet she has the fucking nerve to think she has a chance anyway.

Why don't you just confront now you may ask? Because if I confronted him right then and there the moment I found out, then it wouldn't mean anything; he'd just do it again.

But if I let it string on, have him become attached then when I do confront, the guilt will be worse. I'm not going to humiliate him in front of the world -even though that's exactly what I'd love to do-; but he's going to know that he's not as sneaky as he thinks. And the whole world and I know it.

Cracking my neck, I leant forward and picked up my phone to dial a certain number.

"Hey babe!" My best friend had picked up after two rings.

"Hey," I forced a smile, not finding myself to have had a real one in months, "listen... I think it's time."

"What?! Now?!"

"No, no. Tomorrow. I heard that she goes to the gym every second day so I'll just meet her there."

"You know which gym?" I bit my lip, remembering a time where I had followed the two lovers out and caught her showing him the gym that she goes to.

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