Something in the Mist. [Niall Horan fanfic]

5. The Bad Part.

Nialls POV.

Bill Harries, the man that works with Modest! Management threw a magazine on the table and looked me in the eyes. I looked at the magazine, it was a typical gossip magazines. I loved what had happened to my life after X-factor but not all the gossip, media attention and the paparazzis. They drove me crazy, creating a rumour out of nowhere and made the world believe it. On the cover of the magazine it was a picture of me while I sang my solo in Little Things in London, when I had just remebered Meredith, the girl I had knocked up. Across the picture it stood with big red letters "One Direction star Nail Horan sang messed up the words and sang in the wrong key in O2, is he giving up on his music career?" 

"Can you explain this!?" Bill roared. I was sitting in a black leather couch while he was pacing around in the room. The room was very small with white walls, a refrigerator and a couch. It was backstage the O2 arena. It was in rooms like these we used to chill before a show.

"This is bullcrap!" I exclaimed angrily. "They didn't even spell my name right, how will they convince people?"

"They already have, since this magazine came out this morning we've been getting tons of angry tweets, emails, calls. Everything!" 

"I sang the verse a little wrong, oh my god!" I said in a sarcastic tone. "It was one concert, and for the reckord; we mess up the words all the time and the fans love it!"

"That's because you change it into cute and quirky words, this time you just mumbled and it wasn't even in the right key!"

"Just because we're really famous doesn't mean we can't have a bad singing day once in a while, we're not supermans", I said and ruffled my blonde hair angrily. 

"But you sang excellent in the beggining, why did that change so quickly?"

"I-eh", I was about to tell him about the information I'd just recieved in that moment, but I decided not to. The last thing we needed was a pregnancy scandal. "I don't know, stuff like this happen so what's the big deal?"

"The deal is that we've been getting a ton of emails saying that if you don't do your best during the concert, fans will think that your not as good in concerts as you are in the albums. So they'll think we have autotuned your voices which would be such a big scandal you would never be able to sell a single album again!" Bill said as his face turned red with anger. 

"This is madness!" I said and jumped up on my feet and was now face to face with him. "Don't you think you're overreacting a bit? How can one verse be a total distruction for the band when we sing good the rest of the time?"

"Because the media will make it look huge, and then it's just downhill."

"But that's fucking sick! I hate the media, I hate it so fucking much!" I said furiously, I had heard enough. I started walking to the door.

"Where are you going?!" 

"Anywhere but here!" I said as I opened the door and let out a squeal of fear as I was faced with four faces.

"What happened in there dude?" Liam asked.

"You were screaming", Zayn said, looking like a sad puppy.

"Well you scream when you get mad", I said in a low, angry tone, and tried to walk past them.

"What happened Niall?" Louis said.

"I bet Bill will tell you all, I need to get some rest", I grunted and went straight to the tour bus. Lucky for me, it was empty which means I didn't have to answer any stupid questions. I laid down in my bunk and burried my face in the pillow.