"Oh… okay." Disappointment filled my voice.
"If you do try texting or calling him there will be some consequences that consist of rumors of you on tabloids, and it won’t be good rumors."
Did they seriously just threaten me? Before I try opening my mouth to talk back, I knew I should not treat them like pure shit just yet.
"I won’t. I’m sorry for having to put you all in this position."
"It’s fine Lauren, have a great time in America."
"Thank you."
—-
Tonight was my best friend’s bachelorette party. I was in no mood for a party tonight. I was super tired, frustrated, and thrown off from the conversation I had with Niall’s manager.
I effortlessly put on my make up, curled my hair, and put on an outfit for tonight’s party. There wasn’t a point for giving effort anyway, since I’d have to wake up at around 4 in the morning to get everything settled and practice for one last time before the wedding.
A friend of mine picked me up from my hotel room and I made sure I had everything with me.
"So Lauren, a little birdie told me that you had this suitcase situation with a world’s biggest pop star." She wiggled her eyebrows.
"Yeah." I chuckled.
"I feel like it was meant to happen. You haven’t been in a relationship, maybe it’s a sign?"
"That’s a one time thing, it’s not possible for me to hang around with an extremely busy celebrity."
The conversation went on as we got to her car. I was relieved that it was over. We had a whole new conversation to talk about now and I was worried that she’d bring it up again, making me feel more pressure to spill everything that happened today.
My phone started to ring and ring. Niall’s name crossed the screen. I’d press the ‘ignore’ button a few times, immediately feeling guilty and regretting it because I promised him I’d say goodbye before he left.
"Who keeps calling you?"
"Just the advertisement people."
"Clearly it doesn’t look like it."
"It is."
"Liar, tell me who it is or I’ll pick up the phone the next time this person calls."
"It’s Niall." I sighed.
"Why don’t you pick it up?"
"Long story."
"We’ve got time." She said.
—-
I felt so annoyed, I wanted to punch the ceiling of this rented car. It still makes me so upset how they basically threatened me. They do not have any rights to access any of my personal life without any permission and publish it on any tabloids, hell, they didn’t even sign me with any contracts.
The more I thought about it the more I felt like screaming. So I decided to turn my phone off and relax.
Which didn’t work out as soon as I got into the bachelorette party. There were men half naked in front of my eyes with choreographed dances to dance in front of my best friend. The music was super loud, loud enough to give me a headache. I felt anxiety. I felt frustrated. I don’t know if it was my mood swings taking over me or if it was about the stupid argument earlier. I knew I shouldn’t be stressing over something so little but yet, I did.
People came around with drinks on a tray, plenty of times. Watching my best friend smiling and having the night away while everyone was chanting her name made me smile, but it didn’t distract my mind hard enough to make the stress and frustration go away.
I went to the bathroom and calmed myself down. There was no way I would ask someone to let me vent to them at a bachelorette party.
Screw it.
I took my phone out and turned it on. My phone blasted with phone calls, text messages, and a voice mail. All from Niall.
13 missed phone calls from Niall.
18 new text messages from Niall.
1 new voice mail from Niall.
I checked the text messages.
Lauren, where are u?
My flight leaves really soon. Hope ur not stuck in traffic or anything.
Is everything alright?
Are u still coming? :(
I guess not… i’ll see u whenever i can then. have a safe flight back to london, hope to hear from u soon. xx
I checked the voice mail.
"Hey Lauren. It’s me. I don’t know where you are. You haven’t picked up my calls or my text messages and I hope everything’s alright. It’s 15 minutes until my flight leaves and I just wanted to say thank you for bringing back my suitcase, since you aren’t here. Funny way to meet you, wasn’t it? Two clumsy people we are! I really hope to see you soon. I don’t know what happened to you and I’m a bit worried. Please text or call me as soon as you can, but not when I’m on the plane obviously, but please do contact me! Maybe I can hook you up with some One Direction VIP tickets when I do see you again. See you soon, bye."
I felt a lump in my throat and I hesitated to text him back. I knew if I did text him back it would lead me to being on every tabloid.
I felt tears fill my eyes, then I see my best friend open the door.
"Lauren? Are you okay?"
Oh no.
