Baby Doll | Niall

Chapter 7: Interviews

*WARNING* what some people may call 'inappropriate language' occurs at one point or another in this chapter but this is Wattpad so who really cares? (<< that was a rhetorical question)

"And we're on in" The cameraman timed us in... 3... 2... 1...

"Welcome back! To those of you who just joined us, I'm here with world champion pageant winner; Katy Williams where we just found out some juicy gossip about her love life. Let's continue" I started blushing when she referred to it as 'juicy gossip'.

She turns away from the camera and back to me, the smile she gives me is sweet but slightly menacing. 'Be cool, be confident, don't get intimidated' I think to myself. She's not going to rip you to shreds... yet...

"So, you and Austin Elliot, is it looking serious?" I hesitated.

"Well, we've only been together for 2 months" what to say, what to say. Hmmm. If my mum wants publicity I'll give it to her. "But yeah I'd say it's pretty serious. We both really like each other and spend a lot of time together, when we can. Both busy little bees" I try and act as girly and sweet as I can, I'm a rich girl with a hot boyfriend. I have to act like it. Do what any other girl would do.

"Is he a good boyfriend?"

"Oh, the best! Good morning texts, flowers on our dates. He can be soo romantic! Like on our 1 month anniversary, I came back to my hotel to find rose petals and candles around my bed. He brought all my favourite foods" I sigh "it was such a magical night!" I exaggerated it all with dramatic hand gestures and facial expressions. I hope no one can tell this is bullshit.

"Ohh, sounds pretty special! Too bad all guys aren't like that, sounds like you've got yourself a keeper!" Her dark brown eyes widen and she flips her matching coloured hair.

"I sure have! Won't be letting go anytime soon!"

We both laugh, hers sounds genuine and mine just fake. That's how I feel, fake. The story was fake, our relationship was fake, my face is fake; I'm fake. Can I make it through the rest of my life being fake? No, it's got to end sometime.

We spend the rest of the interview talking about either Austin or something pointless. What a stupid interview, who would wake up this early to watch it? I wouldn't. But hey I don't have to, all I have to do is be in the freaking thing.

Interviews were always my least favourite part about this life. People prying into my personal business and I have to act like it doesn't bother me. Pretending that it doesn't bother me, bothers me. I wanna just scream and shout and tell them to back THE FUCK off cause this is my life and I'll do what I like. It's not like I'm doing drugs or drunk drag racing or something dumb like that. I'd say I was a 'role model' but to be honest I don't think teaching kids that they can rely on their looks for everything is a good message.

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I don't rush to leave, it only gets me back at the hotel quicker. When I make it back to the guest make up room, I find my mother already there. She closes the door behind me.

"You made us look good, out there tonight"

"I've had years of practise" I looked up at her and smiled. Her eyes shone, that way you see in the bad guys eyes in movies. That slight glint. It scared me, who knows what she's capable of and if I let slip that I know, it'd only get worse. I'd still be dating Austin, or, heck, possibly even further!

I'm not ready for a scene like that yet, or at all really.

"Well, keep it up. I'm happy that you finally found someone" she put a hand on my shoulder, "And remember, I only ever want what's best for you"