How I Became Niall Horan's Fake Girlfriend

The Damage Control Stage

"You f*cked up."

"I f*cked up."

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"ARE YOU INSANE?! YOU MUST BE ABSOLUTELY F*CKING MAD"

I cringed, pulling the phone away from ear before my hearing was permanently damaged.

"YOU ARE MAD. BLOODY F*CKING MAD. I HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE EVER DEALT WITH ANYTHING REMOTELY LIKE THIS!" 

I could picture Cal on the other end red faced with veins bulging out of his neck.

"Okay, Cal. I'm really sorry but please stop yelling. You're going to have a heart att-"

"BLOODY RIGHT I WILL WITH THIS F*CKERY." He cut me off mid word. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH DAMAGE CONTROL THIS REQUIRES? A METRIC F*CKTON. I HAVE 500 PICTURES OF HARRY CARRYING OUT SOME HALF NAKED GIRL DRUGGED OUT OF HER MIND AND YOU VOMITTING ON THE STREET WITH NIALL HOLDING YOUR HAIR. I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY DIDN'T GET SOMEONE FROM MANAGEMENT TO DEAL WITH YOU. WE ARE REAVALUATING YOUR CONTRACT. DO NOT CALL ME BACK."

"Okay." I winced.

Throwing my iPhone across the bed, I sank back with a groan. I should've controlled myself last night. All of that didn't need to happen. 

"Nooooooooo" I struggled to find my phone in the sheets at the sound of it ringing again.

"Hello?" I waited to hear more yelling.

"Are you okay?" Niall asked, concerned.

"Yeah, yeah I'm okay." I let out a breath of relief. "A little hungover, but okay."

"Cal's really upset over what happened. I think we need to break up."

"Wha-what?" My voice caught in my throat.

I heard Niall sigh, "you really messed up."

"I know I know, but I'm so so sorry!"

"Do you remember what you told me last night?"

"No?" I rubbed my head.

"You told me that you kissed my mate."

I sat up straight, rigid with my eyes widened. "Kissed?"

"Yes and when Cal cuts you out of the contract, just know that I'm not sorry about it." Niall's voice showed no emotion.

"Niall" My voice cracked.

"Maybe I'll see you later. Maybe not."

And with that click, I crumbled.