Drag Me Down (h.s.) EDITING

Life Goes On

September 2013

It had been almost three full months since that night. The night I would regret for a long time because I couldn't see any time soon that I wouldn't. Classes had just started and I made sure every waking moment I had was spent doing school work, working out, or just working. In a matter of months Dr. Morgan had moved me from being her assistant's assistant to an intern. Somehow she found out what I was in school for and here I was on the right track. Finally. I had spent almost a year in and out of school, missing classes, and trying to balance my wants with my priorities.  I wouldn't compromise myself like that again.

I talked to Zayn, Niall, Louis, and Liam semi regularly. Usually I bitched at Zayn about his smoking, gave Liam girlfriend advice, talked loads of shit with Louis, and avoided the topic of "how are you" with Niall. Niall somehow was making it his personal mission to make sure that I was just peachy.

Their movie This Is Us hit theaters in August and I was actually supposed to go to the premiere with Niall. It was part of his "screw the gossip and overcome what happened" scenario. When the time came for me to actually book my flight to fly in, I backed out. It was very last minute and I'm glad I did it. There were photos of Harry kissing some unknown girl all over Twitter the next morning. I took it upon myself right then and there to unfollow any account related to them other than the boys themselves. Except Harry, of course. I unfollowed him very quickly.

I knew from all the banter on Twitter there was another album dropping soon. I also knew that meant another tour which meant more rumors circulating about Harry. The pictures and rumors were already endless. The morning after the club incident our faces were splashed across every gossip website from here to China. Apparently, the attention from the crowd we had gotten that night were not only watching with their eyes but their phones as well. I called in sick at work via personal reasons for almost a week until Dr. Morgan threatened to fire me. I even had to explain to Kate, the ever present fan girl, that I was, in fact, not Harry's girlfriend for the SECOND time. I was still dodging Twitter questions and a million interviews wanting to know if I wanted to "sell" my story. It was atrocious. Gossip and greed ruled the world.

I would never make the mistake of doing anything in public involving the boys ever again.

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January 2014

"I can't believe y'all are going on tour AGAIN. I feel like you just got off the other." I said as I tried not to spill my overflowing ice cream bowl all over myself. After months of wasting away I had finally picked my bad junk food habits back up.

"I mean, we did, you know. It's pretty exhausting but we have such amazing fans that allow us to do stuff like this." Zayn said from the other line. I could hear him inhale his cigarette and then exhale.

"Those things are called cancer sticks for a reason you unhealthy bitch." I said as I dropped a spoon full of ice cream on my shirt and muttered 'fuck' under my breath. I heard Zayn cough to stifle a laugh. I always gave him shit for smoking.

"Well, bad words send you to hell." he said laughing at himself. I rolled my eyes.

"You're not a very good person." I shot back.

"Speaking of not good persons, heard from Harry?" Zayn fired at me.

"Oh, that was a low blow you asshole." I literally choked on my ice cream. ICE CREAM of all things. I'm glad he couldn't see me. I looked ridiculous trying to get the ice cream off my shirt while hacking up a lung.

"I was just kidding, you know that, yeah?" I could hear concern creeping into his voice.

"When will you and Niall learn that I'm okay. It was a joke. We joke. That's what we do. I'm FINE." I got up to go dump my ice cream in the sink. I was no longer in the mood to eat it.