❝ If she doesn't scare the life out of you a little, she isn't the one. ❞
Mckayla Silva has had enough.
Enough of her stupid job, as news broadcaster. She was pretty sure that nobody else apart that her would tolerate reading reports on a dog's l...
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Song: Strangers - Sigrid
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After the public embarrassment, I got sent home again. There was no way that I was going to face the millions of questions from my family which was why I took a taxi to the nearest Starbucks. It felt odd to be sitting in a black taxi as supposed to the yellow ones that were in New York.
I sipped on my Nutella Frappachino that I'd ordered from the secret menu staring at the table in front of me. After half an hour of looking up inspirational quotes on Pinterest, I'd self diagnosed myself with an illness where everything goes wrong.
Looking out the window in front of me, I saw a couple my age walking down the street hand in hand and sharing an ice cream. Glaring at them, I prayed that they drop the ice cream or trip over. To my surprise, they do. Only to land on top of each other laughing, with their lips touching as they kiss. Sighing, I looked down. Heck, I knew that it was my jealousy speaking, not Mckayla.
A week later, I found myself doodling on a notepad and listening to sad songs. I'd gotten over the stage where I denied my feeling.
I missed him. I fucking missed the retard. I missed River Romano.
As Christmas closed in, more and more couples were walking hand in hand or cuddled up on the train. I despised them. I despised how happy all my University friend looked in their Instagram photos. I despised how wierd it felt to not have someone sleeping beside me.
I squished my cheeks trying to make myself smile. "What?" I whispered to myself, finding it an obscure feeling to smile again. Once the broadcast for the day had ended, my deadpan slipped back on and that was it till the next day.
Slowly I found myself wishing that he'd be here to make me laugh one more time. Or randomly turn up at my door or something ridiculous like that.
But I knew that he wouldn't for I was the one who told him not to.
I rolled my eyes bitterly, as a song from his album starts playing on my phone. "Why you're definitely having fun, aren't you?" I said to my phone, going to change it.
It was tricking ridiculous but as soon as I heard his voice, I found it harder and harder to change the song. "Man up, Mckayla!" I said to myself, getting frustrated but nope, my finger couldn't go near that fast forward button.
That moment, I really regretted putting it on the Global Top 100 list. Why? Because I found myself, stuck listening to his album on repeat for the next week.
Yep, it was embarrassing. One of the most embarrassing things I've done and as you probably know by now, I've done a lot of embarrassing things. If anybody say me right now, they'd be worried.
The next morning, I trudged back up London for the morning broadcast again. The same routine as usual. Sign in, buy a coffee, read through the topics of the day, ignore the snarky remarks of Freddie, day dream a bit, do the broadcast, eat, work, go home.
Except it didn't quite go out to plan.
I was scrolling through the sad quotes again, when I hear the door behind me open. "Oh Mckayla, I needed to have a word with you," I heard Freddie say from behind me.
Jumping a little, I placed my phone on the table quickly and stand up, before walking towards him. "Sure. What happened?" I fiddled with my fingers, mind busy. What had I done now? He was searching for any excuse to fire me and hopefully I hadn't just given him one.
"Nothing, I just wanted to show you these," he said handing me some papers. "We've decided to hand these out per week so that the presenters get an idea of what they're talking about before we go live. Give it a read."
I didn't miss how he was hinting at my breakdown from a while ago. "Of course," I replied, taking the papers from him and reading through them briefly.
Okay, these reporters had certainly found some good news to talk about this week since it wasn't completely crap. That all flies out the window when I saw Freddie sitting where I was sitting a moment ago, with a phone in his hand. My phone. "Uh, excuse me but what are you doing?"
He snorted keeping his eyes on my phone, "I'm sure you wouldn't mind if these photos were released to the public?"
Talk about privacy. I was furious and walked towards him, trying to snatch it back. I'd always disliked him but I'm pretty sure my hatred for him had broken the meter. What worried me the most was what photos he was talking about? Freddie moved his hand away from me, just as I went to get it. "Hey! You can't just go on my phone."
He tilts the phone slightly and I caught sight of the screen. My eyes shoot up as I see the photos that I begged Alfred for ages ago. The ones of Vienna and River making out in a corridor, that I used to blackmail River with. The ones that I took, well borrowed, from the hotel security cameras.
"Well I just did." He smiled at me smugly showing his crooked teeth, continuing to scroll through the photo.
And that, my friends, is why you don't leave your phone unlocked for even one second.
But then I registered something. Freddie did looked surprised. At all. Like come on, if you saw pictures of a celebrity of someone's phone, your naturally freak out a little bit but Freddie didn't look at all alarmed. I decided to test my theory, "Are you, um, not surprised that I have these photos?"
He laughed at me. Damn it, what was it with people always knowing something that I don't. "Please I knew that you were Director for his video before you did."
I dropped the pieces of paper onto the ground. What the hell? I was scared. How on Earth could he know that? I only flew back yesterday and I was pretty sure that nobody apart from my family knew where I was. During those award, I sadly didn't get a shout out at all so I didn't understand how Freddie knew that. "What?"
The bugger was enjoying me struggle as usual. Freddie raised his eyebrows and after a good ten seconds replied, "Honey, I happen to have a very gay brother who has a love for fashion. We both went into the media industry but he sided more with the design part, and he just so happened to be working on a music video for River too..." The longer he was talking, the clearer I could see where this was going. I was like a turtle out of water in believing my assumption though.
When I finally stitched myself together, I formed words. "H-Harley's your brother?"
