Try Not To Fall

Try Not To Fall© FlameEvoker

The moment we got out of the mall, series of blinding flashes from cameras met us.

My hand found its way to his, locking ours together as we push through the crowd of paps.

The jumble of people continued to grow, a pair of hands grabbed my arm attempting to take me away from his grasp. But he quickly brought me close to him again and lead the two of us fast towards the waiting black van.

The door slid open and we swiftly climbed aboard escaping the pursuing press.

"Take us to the hotel. Now," He ordered the driver. The car immediately sped off.

Our soft but rapid breathing due to the riot earlier could be heard. We both stayed silent until our breaths became normal again, but no one still spoke a word.

The van stopped in front of a posh looking hotel. We both got out of the car and stepped in the automatic sliding doors.

"Welcome and good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Horan!" A cheery voice greeted us the moment we step our feet on the polished marble tiles of the high class hotel.

Both Niall and I cringed a bit. Vivian got it wrong again. She always forget that Niall and I are not married. But instead of correcting her I just let it go, because she has memory problems and she'll forget about it.

Just then, Niall's phone rang.

He was about to reach for his pocket when I realized our hands are still connected.

But Niall doesn't know and continued holding my hand while he answered his phone.

I tried to pull my hand away, but Niall grabbed it again. I blushed a bit. Remember you cannot. I thought.

"Annie called. She wants us to hurry to the party." He said in gritted teeth. We step in the elevator and pushed the number 8 button.

Awkward silence once again enveloped us. I look again in my hand that's still locked with Niall's. I pulled it again but this time Niall let it go.

The elevator doors opened, noises and laughter could be heard.

Niall extended his hand to me. "For the paps," He said, flashing me a forced smile.

I reluctantly held his hand again as we made our way to the party.

Inside, many paparazzi people greeted us. Some throwing question after question, some snapping their cameras away, but they're the press people Annie allowed to the party.

"Niall! So how's it going for you and your pretty girlfriend Dianthe?" A young woman with perky glasses asked.

Niall wrapped his arms around my waist, causing slight tingles go through my back, and smiled at the woman.

"She's a wonderful person. I'm very lucky to have her. I can never ask for more but only her."

I felt my cheeks go warm. But as soon the paparazzi left, he removed his hand from my waist and talked no more.

This is only for the cameras. I reminded myself.

Don't fall. Do not fall for him.

Don't fall for Niall.

Don't.