“JENNIFER!”
I ignored Emily’s calls as I burst through the front door of her house.
“JENNIFER!” she repeated, sounding exasperated.
I spun around to face her.
“What?!” I snapped, glaring at her.
She backed down and held both her hands up. “Whoa there, calm down, girl. Why are you so angry?”
“Why am I so angry? WHY AM I SO ANGRY?” My voice rose to a yell as I wrung my hands in the air. “WELL, I DON’T KNOW, HOW ABOUT YOU TELL ME?! THE FUCKING PAPARAZZI APPEARS OUT OF NOWHERE WHEN WE JUST WANTED TO HAVE A NIGHT OUT, SHE STARTS PESTERING ME WITH NIALL HORAN QUESTIONS RIGHT FUCKING IN FRONT OF JOHN, AND THEN MY DATE’S OUT THE DOOR BEFORE YOU CAN EVEN SAY ‘I CAN EXPLAIN’. WHAT DO YOU THINK?!”
Emily stared at me with wide eyes, shocked at my sudden outburst. “Well, I wouldn’t count that as a date, since there were 3 of us, right?” She half smiled. Smiling?! How could she even smile at a time like this?
“You think this is funny?” I spat, “You think this is a joke?!”
“No, I…” she started before wisely closing her mouth.
I shook my head, trying to clear myself of the angry and rather quite abusive thoughts running through my brain. I realized that there was no reason to be yelling at Emily. She didn’t even do half the things that made me go crazy, if anything she helped me escape the paps. I should be thanking her, not screaming at the top of my voice.
With a sigh, I gazed back at her, my expression softening. “I’m sorry.”
She smiled. “It’s alright. I know that if something like this happened to me it would drive me wild, too.”
I nodded, glad for her understanding. Suddenly I felt an overwhelming wave of fatigue run through me. My eyelids drooped, and for some reason I found myself struggling to stand up straight. All this drama had tired me out.
“I think…” I yawned, “I think I’ll go to bed now. I’m a bit tired.”
She looked at me with concern and nodded. I turned around and clambered up the stairs, my mind strangely foggy.
Twenty minutes later, I was all cleaned up and ready for bed. I climbed into the covers and let the fatigue take over my body.
My eyelids weren’t even shut for a few seconds before my phone started blaring out my ringtone, waking me up with a jolt. Cranky and my mind cloudy with sleep, I grabbed my phone, nearly crushing it in the process.
“What the fuck do you want?!” I yelled.
“Jennifer?” a voice said meekly from the other end of the line. For a second I thought that it was John, but confirmed it otherwise when I recognized the heavy Bradford accent.
“Zayn?”
“Yeah.”
“What is it?” I was still slightly cranky from my sudden and unwelcomed wake-up call.
“It’s Niall.” Zayn’s voice sounded unsure.
“What?” I sat up straight in my bed, all signs of sleep that I had left immediately evaporating. This couldn’t be good.
“You see…” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “Management just called…” he trailed off.
“And?” My voice was anxious.
“Look, I really don’t want to tell you this over the phone, but I don’t think I really have a choice now.” He gulped. “Management saw an article online about you supposedly “cheating” on Niall. We know that this whole dating thing is fake, and you’re free to date whomever you want to, but management doesn’t know that. We explained to them the truth, and they understand, but there isn’t anything they can do about the cheating rumors. So Niall took a risk to avoid all the hate that you’re bound to receive; he told the world that he cheated on you, you found out, so naturally you would break up with him and go date someone else. This… this caused Niall to receive a shitload of hate. Management thought that Niall would be ruining the band’s image and reputation, so…” he took a deep breath, “they kicked Niall out of One Direction.”
I froze. I stared wide-eyed at the wall in front of me, stunned, my mouth gaping open. Dread slowly creeped into me as the horror of his words sunk in.
No. Not Niall. NO.
“WHAT?! NO!” I shrieked wildly.
Emily burst through my bedroom door. “What happened?”
I stared at her, the first sign of tears starting to prick my eyes. “Niall got booted.”
Her expression mirrored my first reaction.
“What?! Why?!” she yelled.
“Um,” Zayn started through the phone, “Niall’s leaving for Ireland in the morning. Would you like to come over now to – “
“WE’LL BE THERE IN TEN!” I shouted into the phone and hung up.
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Extremely short, and I apaulogize for that (you see what I did there), but I didn't wanna keep you waiting for so long. I've got jetlag these days, and I've turned nocturnal; sleeping at 5 a.m. and waking up at 7 p.m. My mind is a messssssssssss.
I hope I'll get more up soon. Right now I think I'm gonna pass out from fatigue.
Laters.
xx Jing
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