Depression (Niall Horan Love Story)

Chapter 17

I was walking to the mall, because it was nice out and I wanted to go to spencers. As I was walking a magazine caught my eye. I stopped to take a look at it. on the cover was Adam, Blake and I.

I covered my mouth and gasped. "This isn't a read and go place! Buy it or leave," the cart owner yelled at me. I pulled a 5 dollar bill out of my purse, even though that was probably more than needed; and mumbled "sorry," under my breath. 

Then I walked away, I knew Niall was in South America. Probably snoring his face off, because I don't even know what time it is there. I didn't care, though, I picked up my phone and dialed his number.

"C-cat," Niall studdered un-easily through the phone. "The one and only, Babe."

"Is this important?"

"Well, a little bit, yeah."

"Hurry and tell me, I'm a little busy."

"I'm on the cover of a magazine!"

"That's great! I'll call you later tonight and we can talk more about it."

This is what Niall and I's conversations had come to. If he wasn't busy I was, if I wasn't busy he was. I put my phone back in my pocket, and tucked the magazine under my arm.

I walked into spencers and decided to buy a Batman bikini. "That'll be 40.57," the cashier said to me. He was fairly good looking. With light brown skater hair, emerald green eyes, and he had a good build. I could see it even through his shirt.

I could tell he was about my age. Since I had turned 18 a dew weeks ago he couldn't be older than like, 20.

I handed him the money I owed him and he wrote something on my receipt real quick. When he handed me my receipt he said "my names Brent, and I know you're a famous model. So, give me a call sometime."

I shuddered and shoved the number in my back pocket. As I walked in the door of my small apartment I set everything down on the counter. I missed everything. Ireland. Niall. My friends. My old life.

But.... This was my life now. Photoshoots. Magazines. Having people pretend to care about you... Is this what Niall went through? Why would he want me to do this?

NIALL'S POV

I answered my phone in a panic. If Cat knew what Ibwas up to she would never speak to me again. The feeling with every other girl that has flirted with me just doesn't feel right.

Yet. There I was. On a date. With one of them.

"Who was that on the phone," the girl asked. I had already forgot her name, I'm horrible. "Just my girlfriend."

"You have a girlfriend," she asked offended and worried.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna go. This was more casual than anything."

The boys had dissapproved of my decission from the start. I walked into the tour bus and waved to the lads. They acted like I wasn't even there.

I sighed and sat down. Why did I have to talk her into this. The tour atill had a month to go. Then Ibwas back to Ireland to be with my family. While, she now, lives in London.

"Lads, I don't know what to do," I said into my hands. "Tell her what you did," Liam said. "You can't let her find out from the magazines," Zayn replied.

"If you hurt my mini me I will cut your balls off," Louis reminded me. "Basically, get your arse on the phone with her and talk to her already," Harry preactically yelled.

"Guys, calm down. Niall, just call the girl. It's not like you actually did anything with the girl," Kira said.

I liked her wisdom. She was surely the one for Harry. All us knew it [A/N (;] I picked up my phone and as I was about to dial her number managment called.

"Hello?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?! It's trending all over twitter that you cheated on Cat tonight," Simon roared.

"Simon, I didn't cheat. It was a casual dinner. I really need to call Cat before someone else does!"

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Don't hate me(; This is just the beggining, oh nooo ^.^

OWWW, DID YOU JUST THROW A BRICK AT MEEE?

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