"Megan, wake up." Zayn's low voice whispered into my ear, bringing me out of my sleep. "You have about a million texts and missed calls from Liz."
I groaned and pulled the covers over my head, not wanting to face reality once again. I had almost forgotten about the trouble I had gotten myself in last night and the shit I'm going to have to deal with every time I have an interview for the next few weeks. This was a big mess. But, then again, it's what brought Zayn back to me so, maybe it wasn't so bad after all.
I sighed and dropped the covers to reach out for my phone. Sure enough, I had about fifteen texts and seven missed calls. Lovely.
*Megan, check the new right now. You're everywhere!*
*Did you get my message? Look!*
*I'm getting about ten interview requests per minuet because of this! You're brilliant!*
I rolled my eyes, not even wanting to read the rest of them. Liz was looking at this from a "Hollywood" point of view so this was all fun and games to her which was more than annoying. I just wanted to deny everything and get on with my life. Too bad things just don't go that way when you're dealing with shit like this.
I heard Zayn turn on the television in the main room. It was already on the news channel so it was too late to avert my ears from what they were saying. Of course, it's was all about Zayn and I since nothing else was seemingly important enough to talk about.
I heard the reporters throw words around like 'home wrecker' and 'fame whore.' They then moved on to talk about how 'devastated and crushed' Perrie was that her fiancé was cheating on her with a 'wannabe pop-princess.' I snorted, finding slight humor in their words. It's funny how people have so much to say when they know absolutely nothing about you or what happened.
Next, they had multiple people who were at the concert give their story about what my "body language" and "facial expression" said about the situation. Each of them said the same thing mostly. They told about how "shocked" I looked and how I "couldn't get off the stage fast enough." I rolled my eyes at their dramatic explanation and, deciding I had heard enough, I got up out of bed and went in to turn off the television.
"Hey, Megan? Isn't that your dad?" Zayn asked. I stopped dead in my tracks, remote in hand, and gasped at my fathers face on the screen. He had cleaned up. His face shaven and he has on a crisp white collared shirt on. I almost vomited when I saw that the caption under his name stated that he was my father.
"So, Jim, what is your take on what happened last night during your daughters concert?" The news woman asked.
Oh god no...
"Well, it pretty much speaks for itself. Megan and I haven't had the best relationship since her mother and I split but, I know her well enough to know that this isn't something out of the ordinary for her type of behavior." He answered.
"What?" I yelled.
"What do you mean by that, sir?" The interviewer said, egging him on.
"You see, she was always a troubled child. Her mother and I always had issues with her sneaking out to meet boys, older men even, and then there was her substance abuse at an early age that caused quite the chaos in our home."
"What the fuck is he doing?" Zayn asked, his teeth clenched.
"He's trying to ruin me." I whispered, tears threatening to pour over.
"And one final question Jim. Do you think your daughter was having a secret relationship with Zayn Malik of One Direction?"
"Well, she caused my wife and I to have a divorce so I wouldn't put it past her. She's more than capable of ruining yet another flourishing couple." He said.
My heart dropped and my breathing stopped. I couldn't believe what had just came out of his mouth. My own father blaming me for what he had done? For fucking up all of our lives? He was trying to ruin me. Ruin the band.
He was trying to ruin me for ruining him.
"No. No!" I screamed, unable to hold back the tears any longer.
"Megan, it's okay. It will be okay." Zayn said, trying to comfort me.
"No! It's not going to be fucking okay! Now this shit is going to be even harder to get out of. I look like a fucking home wrecker and a slut." I cried.
"Megan, listen to me. We just need to get an interview booked to straighten all this shit out. It will be easy. Just you and I sitting in a room, answering a few questions, and it's done. Over with." He said. I looked up at him, his face blurry from my tears. He brought his thumb across my cheek to wipe away the dew from my eyes and kissed me on the forehead.
"Are you sure that will work?" I asked.
"Positive." He assured me. I nodded and went over to grab my cell phone.
"Okay. Give me some numbers. We have an interview to book."
Please read: (Sorry it's been a million years since I have updated. I just wrapped up my last year of high school and I finally got past my writers block. The next chapter will be the interview but I need some inspiration so send me some questions the interviewer should ask. Also, I have been thinking that a lot of you are bored with the book and that I should stop writing it. Should I? I don't want to be boring. Anyways, I'll update fast now because I'm on vacation now so I have a ton of free time. But, if you want to read more, check out my other three stories. They won't disappoint! Love you :) -Jenny
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