Want You Back

5.

"How fucking dare that no-good, twisted, son of a bit-"

"And we're calm, Audrey," I soothed. Although internally I was cursing Luke Hemmings in every language I knew. Granted, that was only one, but I did know a bunch of swear words in other languages - it came in handy now. Who would've thought?

"Me? Calm? Oh, no way in hell am I going to be calm now! That egotistical Aussie hoodlum thinks he can get away with the lowest of celebrity no-no's? Name-dropping! The nerve of that blonde bastard."

"Audrey, seriously, calm down. We have to approach this rationally. What would Oprah do?" I tried to reason with her.

Audrey inhaled deeply, and on her exhale, plopped down into her chair, her expression a look of wonder. "What would Oprah do in this situation?" She mused aloud.

Suddenly, she jumped up to her feet, snapping her fingers. "I know! Irene! Irene! Where is that girl. I swear she better not be taking selfies in the bathroom again," she muttered as she practically ran out of the office.

With Audrey out of earshot, I could finally relent to my true feelings to the latest 5 Seconds of Summer interview. I collapsed into my usual armchair, curling my knees up to my chest and promptly face-planting my head into my knees. Letting out a rather dramatic mix between a groan and a wail, I wound my fingers into my dark hair, tugging.

Why did Luke decide now was the best time to ruin my reputation? Why was he even thinking of me? We broke up years ago... he shouldn't still be dwelling over me and our relationship.

"Irene, I want that email to be out tonight. Got it?" Audrey called back to her assistant and receptionist as she re-entered her office. One look at me had her yelling back at Irene. "And get this girl a goddamned hot chocolate."

Audrey placed a comforting hand on my back and she sighed, crouching down beside me. "How about," she started. "You take a break, kid. Go MIA for a little bit."

I shook my head, uncurling my body. "I can't, Aud. If I do, then the band could continue spreading my name and that would backfire horribly, especially if I were to disappear during it. I need and should be here. It's my job."

"And it's my job to make sure you don't go over the edge of the cliff that you're currently tottering on."

I smiled despite myself and stood up, grasping Audrey's hand. "I know, and I appreciate it. But I can handle this. Maybe just space out some of my bookings? I haven't even had a chance to read that article you sent me yet... how'd the press respond to the campaign ad anyways?" I asked, feeling nervous butterflies flutter around my stomach.

A wide smile spread over Audrey's lips and she laughed. "Don't you worry about reading that silly article, babe. The media is going absolutely insane over the campaign. Victoria's Secret decision to hire you, an actress and a short one at that, as a full-time Angel is great for their image and the is promoting diversity in the modelling industry that we've never even heard of."

"Really?" I asked, stunned.

She nodded, still smiling. "Yuppers. Plus your decision to work as a lingerie model has had the press absolutely spewing your name left and right. People want diversity and boldness, and honey, without you, Hollywood would be dehydrated."

I couldn't help myself - I burst into excited giggles and practically tackled my agent, engulfing her in a hug. "You're the best, Audrey!"

She chuckled and patted my back, "I'm only the best because I work for the best. Now, how about we go and find where Irene went with your hot chocolate?"