Hey There Delilah (Sequel to Not The Same)

Drowning

>Delilah's POV<

"Eleanor? Can I talk to you?" I asked as she rushed past me and the other contestants, filing folders in her hands. 

"Sure, sweetheart. Follow me." She gave Louis a nod so that he knew I was with her and then I followed her down the hall and to the left. We came to a wooden door just like every other door in this building. I had no idea where we were. "Will you help me file these papers?" She asked, opening the door with her master key to reveal tons and tons of filing cabinets.

"Oh my god.." I mumbled under my breath. She gave me a stack of folders to file and explained how the papers were to be filed. 

"So what did you need to talk to me about?" She asked as we began sorting. My first page was supposed to be filed under R in the contract section of the room. 

"Umm, I got papers for the court hearing yesterday." I told her. "Would you come with me? I'm sure I can get the others to sign off on the paper." I couldn't see Eleanor, but her voice told me she was near the filing cabinets on the opposite side of the door.

"Delilah.. You know they're going to find out soon. Do you think this is right?" 

"I know they will. When that comes I'll deal with it and yes, I do think this is right." I wasn't going to get anyone to understand it the way I was looking at it, so I had stopped trying to explain my reasons.

"You know, you can still back out." She said, now her voice was closer to the door. I was by the N's now.

"I know, so can you." But the empty silence suggested that neither one of us were backing down.

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"And I don't want the world to see me, cause I don't think that they'd understand-" I was cut off in the middle of a note by the door behind me squeaking open. Louis was in front of me, listening intently but stopped glanced around me at the person who'd entered.

"Not right now, she's practicing." I turned to see the last person I expected, Roman. 

"Lou.." His voice faded out in a sad way that told me to prepare myself. There was no way this would end well. Louis looked from Roman to me and back again and then rolled his eyes. 

"Hurry." I followed Roman out into the deserted hallway. When we were finally alone, Roman turned and stared at me. I crossed my arms and looked around, uncomfortable. 

"Fuck!" He yelled, loud enough to make me jump and then slammed his fists against the wall next to him. He placed his head on the wall as well, his eyes scrunched. I don't know what caused it, but I found tears rolling silently down my face. I sat down against the wall and put my face in my hands. I heard Roman take a deep breath and then crumple to the ground beside me. I felt his arm fall around my should.

"Delilah, what's going on and don't even try to give me some lame excuse because I need an answer." I looked up and into the eyes I had fallen in love with.

"Do you remember that one time when you were telling me about how you drowned when you were 6 on vacation with your parents and everyone and you had just fallen off the edge of the pool?" He nodded. "You told me you weren't sure what to do and you started to panic so you did what your body told you naturallly to do, breathe. So you took a breath but realized a little late that you were wrong because water immediately started filling your lungs. You could see the sunlight coming in through the water and you knew air was right there but it just seemed so far away. You needed someone to save you and you tried yelling for help but more and more water filled your lungs and you could literally feel it weighing you down and sinking you further and faster. You told me that you just kind of knew that it was over and slowly you stopped fighting the sinking and  realized that you wer going to die so you just let go anyways because it's easier to just go down instead of fighting and fighting for absolutely nothing. That's what's happening to me." Roman was crying to now and not just one or two tears, he was completely crying. He pulled me into his lap and held my head against his chest. I could feel his heart beating through his navy shirt and the scent of his cologne filled my nostrils.

"You're forgetting something about that though," He told me. "Someone did end up saving me and here I am with not even a scar from that day." I pulled away for a minute.

"Why are you here all of a sudden?" I asked in reference to the fact that he's been ignoring me. Or was I the one ignoring him?

"I thought about it. I kept thinking this was just your bipolar complicating things again. But it's not, is it?" I shook my head no even though it could be. I could just be overreacting but that little bit of doubt in my mind is what lead me to be diagnosed with bipolar disorder in the first place. He put his arm around me and onto my arm, pulling me even closer. "I remembered yesterday when you ahd told me you were bipolar. That's also when you'd told me that you'd attempted suicide before." He stopped talking after that, but he didn't explain any further. He didn't have to voice the fact that he was scared for me. I was still too afraid to admit that I was scared for myself.

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"You wanted to see me?" I asked, walking into Simon Cowell's office right after rehearsal. It was 7:30 and all I wanted was to go home, eat, and sleep.

"Take a seat. I'll try and get you two out of here so you can go home." 

"You two?" I questioned, just as someone knocked on the open door behind me. I turned to find Liam standing there. It was one of the most uncomfortable situations I had ever been in, me sitting in a chair facing Simon's desk where he sat. It was like Liam was the dad, I was his misbehaving daughter, and Simon was the principal. Soon enough I wouldn't be his daughter anymore, not like I ever was. He sat down in the chair beside me.

"What do you need?" Liam asked, as if this was casual but something must be up.

"This isn't going away." Simon pointed to a tower of tabloid magazines beside his desk. The one on top had the headlining story about Liam being my dad and I assued all of them underneath it did as well. "We have to get rid of this problem right now because so far it's the biggest news story of the decade." The one time in the past few weeks where I was actually in a public place since this was the night I found out about with Roman and I had been trampled then. Since then I hadn't really been in a public setting.

"How?" Liam asked, he hadn't said one word to me yet.

"Twitter. #Howtokeepyourdaughterasecret is trending right now. Can you guess who that's about?" Simon questioned, sarcastically. "You're both going to tweet that it's fake and people are being ridiclous and so on." My whole body froze but Liam couldn't have taken out his phone any quicker. I didn't make any move for my phone as Liam began typing away on his.

"Delilah? Now, please." I shook my head, no. I didn't want to speak because there would surely be tears. I'm not going to say Liam isn't my dad, because he is. I don't care if Simon fucking Cowell doesn't like that. I have just as much right as his other kids to call him my dad. Family is family and that's the way it is. Plus, I'm not playing these games. I'm not going to lie to my fans. 

"Delilah?" Liam questioned, now putting his phone away. I took mine out and opened up twitter but didn't open a new tweet, instead I went on Liam's profile and read his tweets.

@Real_Liam_Payne: #howtokeepyourdaughterasecret you don't. You are all being ridiculous. Why would I hide a secret daughter of mine? I only have three kids,

and it was continued

@Real_Liam_Payne: three incredible children who I love to pieces and I love their mother to death. Did I love Audrey? Yes. But she's gone for good.

There weren't words to express the feeling that shot through me like a bullet. 'I only have three kids, three incredible kids', it cracked my heart into pieces.

"I'm not going to tweet." I told them standing up, "because unlike you, I'm not ashamed to admit you're my family and also because you might have three kids who would still be there if I jumped off the face of the earth but you're my one and only father that I'll ever have. So his post is just going to have to be good enough for you, Simon and I'm sure it will be. It's a real heart warmer." I gave Liam a death glare, "that is, if I didn't actually exist." I stormed out of the office with more anger than I had ever felt before in my life. 

He won't have to worry about me much longer.

-----------Author's Note---------

Hey guys!!!!!! Sorry I didn't update yesterday, I was just really busy! I hope you liked this chapter :) love you guys!

xx, Ashley.