(13)
I woke up with the sound of knocking on my door, I let out a loud scream. I looked over at Gemma's bed and she had a note on it. I managed to reach over to get it without getting out of bed. The note said that she was going to pick up a few things at the store. The knocking kept getting louder, so I stumbled out of bed and slowly walked to the door. I looked through the peephole and say over ten men with cameras and microphones. How the hell does media find out where I live. I changed my clothes and put on some makeup and called Niall. Niall answered after about three rings.
"Hey, whats up?"
"Um, nothing" I said, the paps were screaming things at this point.
"Whats wrong, whats with all the yelling?" he said sounding concerned.
"There are paps outside my door, and they are yelling things at me" They were screaming things like "your fat" and "you're ugly" and "go die". I started to cry a bit, they were being so rude, and I was now locked in my room.
"Princess just go out there and don't say anything and go out somewhere, where is Gemma?"
"She is at the store" I said answering him.
"Call her and ask for her to pick you up, I just got to london this morning we have last minute tour rehearsals"
"Okay, and awe, thats right your going on tour"
"Yea, a world tour, for pretty much the whole year" he said, sounded sad.
"Well I'm going to call Gemma now" I said trying to get away from talking about the tour.
"Alright, bye"
"Bye" I hung up the phone his accent was always so thick. I got ready to dial Gemma but just as I did she called me.
"Hey"
"Dude, what is with all the damn people"
"I'll explain, wait outside the building I'm coming out"
"Okay, please be careful, I'm right in the front"
"Okay, I'll be there soon"
I hung up and grabbed my purse and a water bottle, and then ran out the door, I had to push a few out of the way but made myself to the elevator and shut the door before they could get in. When I made it out of the elevator there was more paps yelling things at me. I ran to Gemmas car and hopped in she drove right away.
"What the fuck is that mob"
"Thats what happens when media finds out where you live" I said with an angry tone.
"What were they screaming?"
"They said I was fat and ugly and told me to go die"
"Oh my god, you are not fat, or ugly, nor do you need to go die" she said sounding annoyed.
"Thats not what the world thinks, everyone on twitter says the same thing to me"
"Media is payed to say that about you, and all those girls on twitter are jealous of you because you have Niall Horan the guy that they dream about"
"Yeah, whatever" I said looking down at my phone
"Believe me, you're beautiful, you're not fat, and if you died a lot of people would be meeting you in heaven"
"I don't want to talk about this right now, we have talked enough on this subject" I turned on the radio hoping to turn her out.
"Whatever, you're so stubborn" she said sounding frustrated.
