"Do you know what's nice and squishy? Harry's ass."
Upcoming R&B singer, Amalia, gets people talking about her in a very weird way. Lets just say, it involves Harry's ass.
The sound of my phone began to blare through my bedroom. I looked at the caller ID: Bread Boy. I told Franchy and Randy I would be right back as I left the room.
"Helllooo?" Niall's little Irish accent sounded through the phone. "Amalia, I apologize for what happened. Simon was way out of line."
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"It really hurt Niall. I wish that just one of you could have spoken up. Y'all are just too scared to say anything because he controls your money. I don't think we should hang around together. I don't do well with shallow people."
There was a short pause before he spoke again, "You're right, but not because of the money. Sure, we're scared of him, but he's just really intimidating and we've respected him since the start. If we stop, who knows what he'll do; probably tear our families apart. Zayn was the only one who spoke out. Simon didn't care because he saw it as more publicity. But now there's only 4 of us, you can't let another go or another couple thousand fans will go. You probably don't get it because you're not that big of a celebrity, but it does get hard, Amalia. I'm sorry."
I sigh, "You guys really need to stand up for yourselves. Your situation is so stupid, it sounds like if Simon told you to jump off a bridge you would. You have to expose him. Don't be the puppy, be the owner."
"But I like puppies." He says.
"Not in this situation."
"I'll see what the boys think."
"Okay, good." I smile. "So, you doing anything interesting tonight?"
"Nope, just me and my TV." Bread Boy says.
"You should come over my house. I'm having a party with my family. I understand if you don't want to come. My family is pretty ratchet."
"I'll head over right now. Just text me the address." Niall laughs and we both hang up.
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"CONGRATS BABY!" My grandma exclaims and engulfs me in a suffocating, but loving hug.
"Thank you so much." I say and kiss her cheek. "How was Jamaica? It feels like I haven't seen you for a million years." We both laugh and pull away from the hug.
Her hand caresses my cheek, "I missed you a lot." Her hand drops to her side and we walk over to the couch. "Jamaica was great. Everyone misses you over there. They all wish they could come."
