Treacherous (Niall Horan)

Another crowd, another day

"Come in, have a seat." Brooklyn says.

"Okay."

I walk in and take a seat. I see that Niall is already there. I smile at him and he returns the smile.

"Alright. Lets get down to business." Brooklyn says. "Nice job at the carnival. I've received pictures of you two kissing on the Ferris wheel. Is that true?" Niall and I both nod. "Good. Now. As you know, there little time til Christmas. Cheyenne, you will be going with Niall to Mullingar."

Niall and I both have shocked expressions on our faces. He quickly recovers while I don't.

"What? No. No. Thats his time with his family. I'm not coming in the way of that. No." I say.

"You will and you will not say a word about it."

"But-"

"End of discussion. Your flights leave tonight at 7."

"Okay." Niall says and stands up. He walks to the door and stops. "Chey? You coming?" I look up at him, then back down at my lap.

"Yeah." I stand up and walk towards the door.

"7 tonight!" Brooklyn says as Niall closes the door.

The walk down to the lobby is quiet and long. As we step out of the elevator, the screams if fans are heard. You can see them leaning against the glass windows. As Niall begins walking, I stop. He turns around and looks at me in concern.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I ask.

"Of course."

We walk to the back where there is a little waiting area with tables, chairs, and sofas.

"I am so sorry Ni. I... I know you want to spend some quality time with your family... I don't have to go with you. It's your family. You need to spend time with them..."

"Chey, it's okay. You can come. Experience what being apart of the Horan family is like."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"I guess I could stay in a hot-"

"No. You'll not be staying in a hotel. You can stay at my house."

"Are you-"

"Yes. I am sure. Stop acting like we're strangers. We aren't anymore. You're a really good friend of mine and we are on this journey together. Plus, Brooklyn would throw a fit."

"Yeah...."

"So, lets go and start packing."

"Okay."

We stand up and start walking towards the screaming fans and paparazzi. Security surrounds us just as we are about to exit. All that is separating Niall and I from the massive crowd is a wall of body guards. Some hands and cameras push through the wall and bump into us. Niall tenses a little, he's claustrophobic, and I give his hand a gentle squeeze. He looks at me and weakly smiles. We finally arrive to our car and get in. Another crowd. Another day.

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"What should I even pack?" I ask as I stare into my closet.

"Uh, clothes?" Niall replies.

"Really dude?"

"I'm kidding. Sense it's winter, bring warm clothes. It gets very cold back home."

"Okay."

After about an hour of packing everything I need, Megan comes home from work.

"Hey bitch. What's up?" She says as she walks into my room. "Woah. You moving?"

"No. Brooklyn is forcing me to go to Mullingar with Niall for Christmas."

"Damn. You must really not want to go." Niall says.

"What? Wait. No. That's not what I meant!"

Megan and Niall start laughing and I just stand there, mortified.

"I know. I know." He says.

"Well, how long will you be gone?" Megan asks.

"I don't know. A week?"

"When does your flight leave?"

"In 3 hours."

"Sucky. You'll be back for New Years, right?"

"Of course! That's our thing!"

"Okay. Good."

She walks out and Niall looks at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Brooklyn wants us to stay til after New Years."

"Well, I can't do that. Megan and I always celebrate New Years together."

"Brooklyn won't be happy..."

"So what? I get it that I'm under contract, but I have to have control over MY life."

"You're right."

"Okay."

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"I'll miss you." Megan says as I hug her one last time.

"I know. I'll miss you too."

"We've never gone a week without seeing each other."

"We'll FaceTime. I promise."

"Okay. Say hi to the family!" Megan shouts as Niall and I start walking towards the terminals.

"Okay! Love you!"

"Ditto!"

Aaaaaaaand we're in the terminal. It'll be hard being away from Megan, but this is my job now. I have to go. Don't I?