Come And Get It (Selena Gomez/Liam Payne/Niall Horan)

Chapter 1: Damn Management

Chapter 1: Damn Management

Selena’s POV

"Selena, honey, listen. You need to get back onto the dating scene. I can't have you galavanting around single all the time."

That was the sixth time my manager Beth had told me this. Beth seems to hold no regard for my feeling in any situation, especially this one.

*Yesterday*

"Are you ready babe?”, Justin yelled at me from downstairs. I was in our bedroom, just adding some of my signature red lipstick. I got up from my vanity, grabbed my black clutch which match my little black dress and headed down the stairs. A faint smile formed on Justin's lips and his hand reached up to guide me down the last few stairs. "You look breathtaking. Make sure just to stick by my side- I don't want any old sleaze bag eyeing you up.”

"Of course." I calmly replied. I then gently kissed his cheek as he lead me to his car. We were going to Sandy Shores, the most prestigious bar in town to celebrate the success of his new album.

The party was buzzing. The DJ blared the music from his 2 massive speakers, the dancefloor was filled with Louboutins, Chanels, Pakersons and Nike Formals.

"I'm gonna get a drink, want anything?", Justin whisper-yelled in my ear, to allow me to hear it over the music.

"Justin, are you getting alcohol?", I firmly asked, concerned about his behaviour after being influenced by alcohol. His hand clenched around my arm tighter, just as his jaw did as well. He then walked in the direction of the bar without any acknowledgement of my previous question. Shaking my head, I made my way to a free table in the VIP area. Just as I sat down, two well dressed men approached me. They cockily smiled and the shorter one said, "Hi Selena, I'm a big fan of you." A blush rose to my cheeks and I looked down in embarrassment. Then the taller one asked, "Do you mind if we sit with you?", gesturing to the empty side of the table. I nodded and they sat down in front of me. When they had settled, I got to see how handsome and broad shouldered both of these guys were. The shorter one's brown hair was messy but attractive and the other one had dark brown hair in a quiff that lightened as it went to the ends.

There was polite small talk going on until Justin walks up with two a small glasses with clear liquid in it. If that it vodka, I will literally kill him. I am teetotal- and will always be, no matter what life throws at me. As I started glaring at Justin, he started giving me look that meant 'we are gong to have words later', then I gave him a confused look and his eyes flitted between the two brunettes in front of me; if looks could kill, they would be ash right now. I got up quickly, gave an apologetic look to the two guys and grabbed Justin by the hand and led him out. We got to the car without any conversation.

I hastily got in the passenger seat, put on my seat belt and patiently waited for Justin. I could hear him mumbling some thing, then I felt a dull thud hit the car. This happened two times more. The ride home was so silent it was deafening. 

I opened the house door and stormed up stairs in anger. I can't believe he just embarrassed me like that. He is so insecure as soon as I am around people with testosterone. I sit back at my vanity and start removing my earrings and necklace from Tiffany. I then start removing the makeup I spent an hour doing. I think I have had enough. He is too possessive for his own liking and I can't live like this any longer. 

Footsteps become louder and more angry as Justin is coming up the stairs. The door violently opens and all I see is my enraged boyfriend. "Get up." The bluntness of the command made me frightened. I swiftly obeyed. He lunged towards me and backed me up into the wall. The strong smell of whisky, rum and vodka reeked from him like a bad smell to a skunk. 

"I gave you basic instructions. I loved you with all my heart. I cared for you with every inch of my soul. And how do you repay me. By shagging every living person out there." He spat out every word. Tears were threatening to leave my eyes and I whimpered trying to get him to back off. "Oh what, playing the innocent girl," with this he roughly fisted my waist length black hair, "the one with her virginity. Ha. I have never seen such a prude before." The salty water was now running from my eyes like a tap. 

Just then his head dipped down and he left a trail of hot saliva down my jawline, sucking and biting as he went along. He moved his hand from my hair and placed them on my breasts. His eyes looked hungry as he started to fondle them. Hurriedly he turned me around, my protesting meant nothing to him as one hand was tightly holding the back of my neck, keeping me in place, the other was hovering very closely to my ass. WIth haste, Justin removed his hand from my neck and forcefully removed my dress. Leaving me just standing in my red lingerie. 

Disgusted with myself I started crying, doubling into a ball of self pity and loathing. I held my knees to my faces and buried it deep enough so I could give myself the impression that that hadn't happened. The loud bang of the door shocked me so I jumped. I carried on wailing for the next hour. I took a deep breath and calmly got up. I got my Nike jogging bottoms on and an oversized knit jumper. I grabbed my favourite beanie, my keys and mobile phone. I went down the stairs and saw Justin in front of the television- acting as if he didn't just try to rape me. I opened the front door, went to my car and made my way to Beth's home.

*Present*

Tears silently made their way down my face, I immediately brushed the tears away before Beth noticed. She got up, "Listen Sel, I know your upset, I've gotten Mike to get your belongings from Justin's house. But  I can't have you so upset. It is not good for your image."

I snort mentally, all she cares about is my image, I am sitting at a dining room table, getting a lecture about love from my manager. The real question is do I care about my image?

"And I know the perfect guy you can rebound from. Niall Horan."

A/N: Do you like it. Again I said I'm not a writer I think I need to add more detail. Hope you enjoyed it. x