Another Fan

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Chapter 3

To simply tell you that the funeral was successful, it would simply mean that I’m telling you a lie. There was no funeral at all. Jane’s parents didn’t even care about her death. I mean they did mourn for over a minute but after that, they were back to their old selves—the one who didn’t care about Jane. I still don’t get why there are so many heartless people living? If it were up to me, I would’ve burned all of them in hell.

But it’s not up to me. It never does. It never will.

I spent on Jane’s burial even if I had absolutely no money. I did all my best to give her the best burial I can give. She deserves all the best. She has done a lot of things for me and this is the only way I could repay her.

Jane was one of those people who acted like what people thought of her didn’t affect her. She’s one of those people who had it worst but never gave up. She had always managed to stay strong through it all. She was the best thing that has ever happened to me. She was my mom, sister, and best friend. Losing her was absolutely heart breaking.

I couldn’t eat straight for days without having a breakdown. I had to stop working to fix myself. It was a good thing that my bosses understood. I need to fix the mess. I was a mess. I’m still a mess. That’s all I ever was.

That’s always how I’ve defined myself.

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I’m a bit better now. Tomorrow, I’ll be back to work. But before I fully ‘heal’ myself, I need to see what’s happening on Twitter. I may be working for One Direction but that doesn’t mean I can’t keep the fan girl self in me. Seriously, it was really hard keeping it. I need to buckle up my armour.

I remember how last time I would just be sitting behind a computer screen and adore the boys. I even cried and laughed in front of the computer screen. Probably why my parents thought I was mental. Haha. But they never understood me.

If someone told me that I’m gonna meet my idols before, I would’ve thanked them. But if someone told me that I’m gonna work for my idols a few months ago, I would’ve slapped them and never believed them. But now, slapping them would seriously make me the bad guy.

I was blessed to even have this job. Jobs like these come once in a blue moon, and that’s rare. I was blessed.

I wouldn’t dare say that I’m lucky. I don’t believe in such things. That is just pure stupidity of an insolent child. It’s better to say blessed than lucky.

I am just really sleepy. I have been busy with coping up with all the changes that comes and will come into my life. It’s actually been really hectic since there was a time I had to stay awake and not get any sleep, just to be able to learn about the strategies. Professionalism won’t always come easy.

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“What’s up to my favourite girl?” Louis asked with dripping sarcasm in his tone. That smiley face won’t work for me, jerk.

I kept my held high and gave him a very sarcastic smile that he won’t over notice. Filthy rich boy! He even gave me the toothiest grin he ever could and wrapped his arm around me. I rolled my eyes while he was ‘torturing’ me. Dang, boy!

“What’s up my sunshine?” Louis asked with that big smile plastered on his face. Oh, please! Everyone knows that it’s fucking fake! Idiot.

“Nothing much, boo,” I said, playing along with his idiocy. If only he knew how much I wanted to kick his part right now, if only he knew. Calm down, Natalie. He’s an idiot, you are not.

“That’s great to hear, Natty bear,” Louis grinned at me like it was the best thing he has ever said to me. Seriously, can I just kick this idiot now?