Take it Off (One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 22

I woke to a series of vasty loud, and chaotic bangs, smashes, and yells.

"The fuck I will", yelled a gruff voice.

"I'm sorry Mr. Styles, but it's the only way. Either that, or your out of the band. You can't keep this bad image up, at least not in public. At first, the fans were enjoying it, but now they're worried that your just a drunken flirt, who's going to die from lung cancer, or an STD."

"They...that wouldn't say that".

"Oh, but they have Mr. Styles. I have it in writing. It's all over the internet".

A long sigh filled the room.

After a long, awkward filled silence, Harry spoke up.

"Okay, but why with her"?

He said the word 'her' with so much venom, it made me shiver. Sitting up, I threw off the covers, and flattened my hair, before running the creases out of my clothes.

"Her and Niall are a 'thing' now, or whatever. We can not have her cutesy with him out in public. They can not be exposed. Niall is the lovable fella, who every directioner dreams of snogging. He has to stay single. Its of a high importance. And she has only started her career. Why kill it before it even starts?".

It was only then I realized that they were talking about me. What did I have to do with any of this?

I slowly crept out into the hallway, watching two large men converse with Harry.

Harry grumbled an 'ok', before one of the men clapped his hands together.

"Great. You and Lila will be sent into limbo as of this afternoon. Hope you guys have fun. The car will be round at 4. Be ready, and enjoy your stay in the deep depths of the amazon", nodded one of the men, before both left the apartment.

I let out a loud, audible gasp as the door slammed shut, making Harry whip his head round to face me.

Great. I had been caught.

I shook with anticipation.

"Hey roomie", Harry grinned wickedly, starring me down.