Hired by Horan

Chapter 31

HEYY GUYS!! I'M FINALLY BACKK!! I'M REALLY SORRY TO KEEP YOU HANGING FOR SO LONG... BUT I PROMISE THIS CHAPTER WAS WORTH THE WAIT ;)

So I felt kinda bad for threatening to make Liam mute, but it was definitely effective, he kept my secret. And in return, I will follow his advice. After all, telling Niall my feelings is the only way I'll be able to handle these emotions....

Here goes nothing, although if it were truly nothing, I wouldn't feel so nervous...

Ah screw it, where's Niall anyway??

I was looking for him all over the bus, little did I know the little scene occurring outside...

*scene occurring outside (Katie is unaware of what is happening)*

Niall was really hungry so we took a rest stop to get some food. Well let's just say when a member of the world's number one boyband steps outside not wearing a disguise, he gets recognized...

Right as Niall had parted the sea of bloodthirsty fans and had almost reached the bus, there was one girl blocking his path onto the bus.

"HI Niall!!! Can I please take a quick picture with you?? You saved my life!!!!" If you read that in an overly girly, high pitched voice that would make your eardrums run just because it was that annoying, good job, you predicted what her voice sounded like...

Well Niall is a sucker when it comes to pleasing fans so he just posed for the picture.

"Um can you kiss me on the cheek? My friends would never believe this is happening!!"

"Uh sure babe." Niall said in his usual chirpy way.

But right as his lips touched her cheek she turned and kissed him right on the lips then used her hand to pull him into her. The little typical spoiled, white, annoying teenager was way more strong than she appeared and Niall couldn't get out of her grasp without injuring her....

Finally she let go and backed off and ran away before security could get her.

That's when Niall noticed the bus door slammed shut, but he just shrugged it off... It was probably just security making sure he was okay...

*backtrack to Katie's point of view*

I finally concluded he must have stepped out of the bus for a minute, so I opened the door and saw Niall talking to a gorgeous, Victora's Secret type model of a girl. Immediately the jealousy in me started to boil. This is why I avoid and choose to hate people, caring about them hurts too much....

Then I started to listen to their dialogue, they were far enough away that they didn't notice me, but I could still hear what they were saying.

"Uh sure babe" that little fire burning in me at the word babe, oh hush you jealous demon within me...

When I looked up again, what? I had to hush down Freddy, my jealousy demon, yes I named it, everyone deserves a name... I noticed they were kissing. Like full on... her hand was in his hair and he wasn't even fighting.

I don't know why, but I just got the overwhelming feeling of both crying and popping that girl like a pimple...

This is why I don't like people, all guys lead to disappointment and broken hearts. This is why I don't trust people very easily.

Right when I was about to confess my feelings for him, he goes and gives me that oh so memorable feeling of having my heart put through a paper shredder. I've only felt this once before, and it was because of my dad and I vowed to never feel this way again. Now look at me, I let myself fall in love, yes I said love, but look where it got me. Welcome back to broken heart's ville, reservation for one.

Before I processed what I was doing, I ran inside and nonchalantly picked up a newspaper to look for the comic section, it's the only thing worthwhile in a newspaper, the rest is an environmental waste, save the trees! Just kidding, just don't waste their paper on boring news...

I hadn't even processed what I was doing, my body was moving much faster than my mind and my mind was just sitting back and enjoying the ride.

Niall came back inside looking a little fazed and when he saw me he looked panicked looking back and forth from me to the door. I chose to be the first one to speak, if I'm going to have a shredded heart, I refuse to be the only one to suffer.

"If you're wondering if I saw you sucking the face off that anorexic twig, the answer is yes. If you think I care, the answer is no." Wow, never have I been okay with lying, alright focus, poker face, "You're free to suck the face off whomever whenever, you are the rich, spoiled popstar I thought you were all along, but I'm not your real girlfriend so you've technically not done anything wrong. I'm just a business worker and that's all I'll ever be and I get that now. And to think, I thought we might have actually had something." I scoffed with a bitter, humorless laugh, "Never, and I mean never, not even with my dad, have I been a worse judge of character than when it came to judging you. Congratulations, you just lost the best friend you could've had. I hope you are very happy with that sickly skinny slut."

Before he could respond I ran into my room, slammed the door, plugged my phone into my sub-woofer and began blasting the only music you can listen to when your heart has been shredded, Little Mix (that's right, I listened to their music and judged it as good) and The Script with a mix of random 90s rock groups. And I blasted it loud enough to not hear a single knock on my door. And that is impressive considering there were straight knocks on my door for four hours.

You're probably thinking, like most girls would do when their heart has been ripped out, I have been crying. Quite the opposite.

I think we've already established that I am anything but a normal teenage girl and I do not cry, no matter what.

So if I haven't been crying, what have I been doing for the past four hours?!Well, it's been a mixture of photoshpping Niall's picture into ogres and making a collage of the ugly that's on the inside being brought to the outside, eating my feelings away, listening to the blasting music, trying to call Dez, who strangely started ignoring me around the time of Niall and I's most recent kiss being published in the tabloids, and breaking everything in reachable distance. For some reason breaking things calms me down, especially if I pretend those things are Niall's face. It's quite the stress relieving tactic, you should try it sometime...

I had finally run out of food in my room and needed to go get more, which meant having to go to the kitchen to get more, but more importantly remaining unnoticed...

Liam especially better avoid me because he is the reason I was looking for Niall in the first place and he is the one I blame for making me realize I needed to confess my feelings....

When I opened my door, to my relief, it wasn't Niall standing there.

It was Louis.

"Move tard face, or I'll pound your face in and make it the crap-cake it deserves to be."

"Well, Katie, it's always a delight running into you."

"I'm about to run into you. With a train. You better clear the path between me and the nearest food or you better start digging your own grave. Your choice."

"We both know neither of those are happening until we talk, you are obviously upset and who better to talk to than the oldest and wisest member of One Direction."

"Louis, keep lying like that and your nose will be bigger than Pinnoceo's and the music video people will have a hard time finding a good angle to film you from... now move it or lose it. And by it I mean your, as little as they are, balls."

"Not until we talk."

"OBVIOUSLY I DO NOT WANT TO TALK, TOMLINSON, NOW MOVE!!!!" I shrieked, lets just say, you do not want to push my buttons when I am angry, which Louis here just learned... thankfully he stepped aside and let me get my food.

The ringing in his ears should remind him not to piss me off for another day or so...