The Joke

Chapter 15

Annie's POV

"What's going on, Niall?" I ask, knowing that something's wrong. There are 5 people, three of them men and 2 of them women, formally dressed and I soon understand that they're from management. Miranda is here too and I feel moody already.

"I'll explain you later." he says, his voice distant and not familiar at all.

He just wants me to go to my room right now, I see it.

I form a quick, fake smile and leave them be. I run upstairs and lock my room's door. I'm tired of being the unwanted here, I'm tired for being the one who learns everything in the end. I'm also tired of trying to seem calm and nice, when I want to explode and say things they could never imagine I would say.

Niall becomes so distant sometimes, especially when management pisses him off. I don't know why he does that, but I don't like it at all. They all there see me like «the poor girl» and I hate it, I hate myself sometimes, because I've let everything like this happen to me and humiliate me and my pride. Modest only knows to press and press emotionally and mentally the boys to get what they want. I don't understand their mind really, what the hell is the problem between who are One Direction's girlfriends and what the hell this causes to their career?

I 'throw' myself on the bed and look at the ceiling. I take my little notebook and write my thoughts as this was always a comforting thing to do, like I had someone to talk to.

I know nothing's good about what they say downstairs right now, but I'll try not to think about it. I have to plan for my future and make my goals real. I need to sign up in a college, this is too important for me.  Then, I'm gonna find a half-time job, I wish. I'll get strong again, I'll make it. When I end up with everything, I'm gonna leave from the UK and go back to my country. I don't have something real to keep me here. Niall will find a beautiful, rich girl to live and spend his time with.

It hurts to even write that, but this seems to become in reality.

"Annie?" Niall knocks at the door. I stand up and unlock it.

He opens and gets in.

"Are you still hungry?" he asks.

"No, I'm fine." I tell him.

He looks at the bed where I have my left diary and then back to me.

"Are you sure?" he asks, again.

"What happened?" I question and change the topic.

"It's complicated." he answers quickly.

"So, why to tell me right? I don't have to know! I'm always out of everything, always get informed in the end." I say ironically, feeling my eyes wet.

"Wait, I was going to talk t-"

"You always make me leave when you're talking with them, like I'm a little kid who shouldn't hear bad words. That's what happens every time." I say, getting out of the room and have him following me to the garden.

"No." he speaks, as we're outside. "It's not like that. I mean, you have to understand these are professional kind of meetings and you know,"

"I don't know.Though, I'm sure as hell this was about me and don't even try to prove me wrong." I tell him, in a warning tone.

"Okay. You're right." he confirms, his hands crossed on his chests.

After some minutes of silence, "I don't want you to be in front of such scenes,  I mean... I don't wanna them to make you sad... It's.. It isn't as easy as it seems .. I don't wanna nobody to hurt you. I'm sorry, okay?" he explains and apologizes and this makes more sense now.