Anabelle [o.d]

#6

#6

     ANABELLE DIDN’T EXPECT her Sunday evening like this. Vomit filled the living room as she scraped the wooden floor with a towel, trying to keep her best smile on her face while Niall stood by her on the floor apologizing continuously.

“Don’t worry about it love” she repeated for the umpteenth time, “Happens”

“I couldn’t get to the bathroom on time and my stomach hurts – I’m so sorry Anabelle” he wouldn’t stop apologizing. She squeezed the towel filled with vomit into the bowl of water beside her and got up, smiling softly at the blonde who looked as pale as a linen sheet, staring at her with big blue eyes resembling an overgrown child.

“Love, it happens, I’ll get you some medicine. Get back to bed” she threw the bowl into the sink and grabbed an air freshener spraying it around the room – smells like daisies.

“I fucked up” she heard Niall whine, while she grabbed the medicine off the table, “Harry I fucked up”

“Mate it’s okay, it’s not like you have control on when you want to throw up, relax” Harry said in a hoarse voice – still evident he had a sore throat.

“Yes relax Niall” she gave him the small cup filled with 5ml of syrup to swallow. Swallowing it, Niall scrunched his nose in disgust and shivered.

“Ew” he said and relaxed back into bed, “I really am sorry Ana”

“I know”

     NIGHT FELL LIKE fire. Scarlett tried delaying her meeting with Bob for as long as possible. It was already seven in the evening, and she was out of time. Her phone kept on buzzing, imitating her alarm clock.

She knows the meeting was not going to end well and she’s absolutely with no doubt fired.

She had managed the boys for a year. It took only one year for them to become her sons. She adored them as she had adored Anabelle. She felt like she had protected them and kept them grounded as she had done Anabelle for many years.

Who was Bob to take away her sons?

She had no power though. This was only a job she had unfortunately taken close to heart.

Never mix love and business together, she had reminded herself that continuously.

Scarlett took a deep breath and walked through the glass doors, carefully approaching her fate.

She faked a smile to the secretary, Lisa, Paul – who was with her in the elevator – and Bob’s personal secretary, Jane. She had to smile, for Scarlett was never the one to reveal her emotions. It always ended badly. It has been strictly business for her throughout her years of working as a manger.

But the One Direction boys had ruined her plans. Charming boys who treated her like a mother. How was she to not open her heart and place them securely in it?

“Ah, finally, you’re late” Bob said coldly and calmly as Scarlett walked into his office. He gestured for her to take a seat, and so did she. “We need to talk”

Scarlett nodded.

“The cat ate your tongue now? You had a lot to drain on the phone” He chuckled. Scarlett remained silent. She would not give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

“I don’t understand why you have been slacking. Every company recommended you Scarlet. You are – were the best. Maybe you’ve just grown too old for this? But I know you will follow the rules now or” he slammed a piece of paper on his desk forward to her, “There will be consequences.” He crossed his hands together on the table, “I will not fire you, if that’s what you expected. I should, but I won’t. I know you’re good at your job, but you shall not do it your way anymore. Here are some of the rules I will need you to follow strictly”

Scarlett held a straight face throughout his speech. She felt like a brick wall. She will not give him the satisfaction of a reaction. She held the paper, controlling her shaky hands and skimmed through the so called rules.

Her face fell and she gasped loudly. The bullshit written down was horrific. She read it again, and again, and again hoping this was all her imagination.

“Y… You can’t…” she breathed out, “You’ll kill them Bob! You cannot do this to them. Are you insane?” she looked straight into his eye. A smirk was evident on his old face.

How could he?

Memories of her and the boys surged her soul like a tempest. She needed reason for a reaction, and she received it. She would never do this to her boys.

“You’re increasing the tour dates, and meaningless merchandise that only five year olds will buy. These boys are not kids Bob. They strive for an older fan base. You can’t and will not hold them back! More perfumes? What will they put in this one? God damn oranges mixed with their shit? And didn’t we give those kids enough ugly make up merch? The teenagers will not come for this you idiot, older fans don’t care! They just want the boys to sing, be healthy and safe. This…” she threw the paper at his face, “This stupid paper will deprive them from a normal life, and they will barely find time to sleep.”

Scarlett realised she had stood up and her heart beats increased, adrenaline running through her veins. She pulled the stray hairs that fell on her face behind her ears and walked to the door.

“I will not do this Bob. I quit, and shove that paper up your ass”

      SCARLETT FOUND HER way to the local bar and ordered vodka. She was exhausted. Maybe she did grow too old for this shit job. She doesn’t want any of it anymore. She hates living in London. She hates managing celebrities. And most of all, she hates Bob!

She had poured her heart out like the rending sea in passionate waves on waves. Will it make a difference? Fuck no! Bob will find someone who will follow those absurd rules and these five young men will fall down the wrong direction eventually because of the stress. And she hated herself because she couldn’t protect them from a man as powerful as Bob.

She drank and drank, until somehow she found her way in her hotel room crying herself to sleep.

She really was getting too old.

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Another filler, bleh, sorry! But hey, another chapter in the same day? like wow, proud of myself! pleaaase vote, sorry for the shitty chapter though x 

H