Every Girl's Dream (Liam Payne)

Prologue

~Prologue~

"Cammy! Cammy Smith! Is it true you're an absolute life-wrecker, and your mother is a whore?" a reporter shouted. That last part actually got me.

"You know nothing! So you all leave me the fuck alone, and let me live my life!" I screamed, pushing through the crowd, getting into my Prius, and driving off. Gosh, those reporters get me sometimes. All because someone found me out, and I was stupid enough to tell my "friends" my little secret, which made the whole world know, since they went behind my back and them having the millions of followers on every single social media, they made a status about it, which caused the whole world to know.

Well, what did I have a choice to do? My mother died of alcohol poisoning, the drunkard she was, and my 'founded father' died of depression and overdose of medication. No wonder he died right after the truth came out. Probably didn't want to have to suffer with an ugly daughter like me.

My real father is Simon Cowell. My mother was a heartless drunkard which caused me to raise myself, while cleaning up her drunken vomit, and fix broken appliances after her drunken escapades. What turned out to be a one-night stand between my mother and my father, became a big gossip fiasco.

My father lost his career, and everyone he loved, because of me. It was all my fault and I had to bear the fact that I ruined his life. He lost his fans, clients, and his loved ones. I feel like I'm a burden to his family, as well as his most popular clients, it follows me around everywhere I go.

I swallowed down my tears and continued driving.

I was almost home, when I slowly drove past my apartment building, which was filled with cameras, people, and signs saying, "Home-wrecker" or "Music-killer."

Why Music-killer? Well, Simon had contracts signed with one of the biggest bands in the world- One Direction. I guess some would say it's every girl's dream.

People liked them at first, but they slowly turned emo, goth-ish, with their tattoos and piercings. Some called them gay, because of them just being really good friends. I used to like them, but everyone stopped after they had no choice but to end with music. They went back home, found lives, and live normally now. But their old fans still insult me every step I take, everywhere here in Colorado.

I just can't stand it. I have no choice to get used to it, right?

~A Week Later~

I went downstairs to get the mail. Thank goodness the front door needs a keypad, otherwise I couldn't be able to even go get my mail. I opened the latch to retrieve it, when a blood-red envelope falls out, addressed to 'Cammy Smith.'

I walked back up the steps to my apartment, ignoring the people banging on the glass doors, and setting the mail on the table. I made myself some breakfast and a cup of coffee, then sat down at the kitchen table, inspecting the envelope.

"Cammy Smith." I read aloud. What could there possibly be inside? I decided to open it, carefully tearing the back open with my letter opened, my knife. Inside was a key, a one-way plane ticket to New York, and a note. The note read:

'Cammy Smith, I invite you to glamorous New York, a place filled with Love, Lust, and Despair. Or was that Vegas? Never mind. I have information regarding your father, Simon Cowell. In exchange for information which could possibly lose the heat with the press, I need your help with something. Please come to this address in order to receive further instructions. -Nick P.S. If you can't trust me, you should. I am Simon Cowell's best friends' son. In a way, we are mentally related.'

New York? Why there? There was an address attached to the note, with the address to the unknown place. Should I go? I'm not sure. I checked the date on the ticket. Hmm, I still have 3 days.