Living with One Direction

Chapter 14

We arrive at the premiere, and step out of the limo one by one. I feel like I'm a movie star right now. I'm blinded by the flashing cameras on our way into the big building. I felt a hand on my back, guiding me. They pulled me close, shielding me from the screaming paparazzi. Since I was too concerned on getting in the building alive, I didn't get a chance to see who it was.

After what seemed like forever, we finally arrived inside of the building.

I sat in between Josie and Harry silently while we waited for the movie to start. Josie was busy talking to Louis and Harry was on twitter. He began quickly typing his tweet, then tweeted it. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket to see what it had said.

"Harry_Styles: I can see you looking over my shoulder lol :)"

I look up to find Harry smirking at me, then he deletes the tweet.

The lights dim and the movie starts. Throughout the movie, I notice many similar things that happened to me. Like how the young girl's parents got divorced, and how her father was in and out of her life. But in others, it was different. The little girl seemed happy, like she was better off without her father. I sure wasn't.

I may hate him right now, but I still miss him. I used to wait on the porch for three hours each day for him to get home. After two years of giving myself false hope and my mom finally telling me he wasn't ever coming back, I gave up. It was a few years later when he contacted me, gained my trust, then broke it all over again.

I was too deep into thought to notice that the movie had ended and the lights had turned back on. It was when I saw my father walk on stage and thank everyone for coming that got my attention.

What the hell? This is what he has been doing for the past four years? Working on a god damn movie?!

I'm out of my seat, pushing past the clapping people in my row, and running out of the room. I hear the rapid click of cameras, but I ignore them.

Why now? Tonight was supposed to be a break from the stale air of my room. There's rushed footsteps behind me, but it wasn't one of the boys.

"Ainsley! Ainsley come back in there! We can talk," my father begs.

I spin around to face him. "What's there to talk about? You know what dad? I have spent years waiting for you. Years! Hoping that maybe you would call me again. You told me that you wouldn't abandon me again! You promised me! You left me for a stupid movie! You put a god damn movie before your own daughter! Do you know how that makes me feel?!" I yell.

He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "I'm not finished. If that movie was supposed to be about me, and how I view things, it's all wrong. I needed you dad! I can't let anyone in because you took all of my trust. Oh, and don't even try to beg for my forgiveness. I'm not making the same mistake again," I spat, fuming. My hands were balled into tight fists and my heart racing.

"Ains, come on. It's not entirely my fault! You could've called many times too," he retorts.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're the father! You should be taking the responsibility to call and make plans! You're not supposed to be dependent on me!" At this point I'm screaming in his face, trying my hardest to restrain myself from slapping him.

He's speechless by the time I back away. The boys along with Josie and Mairead had seen the whole fight, I could tell by the looks on their faces. Behind them were standing the paparazzi, all stunned at what they had just captured in photos. I turn and start walking, I don't know where to, but it's better than being with anyone. I find a bench about ten minutes away from the building where the movie premiere was held.