Paparazzi- A One Direction Fanfiction

"Sorry doesn't cut it this time."

“He’s waiting for you.” Barbra warned me “And he’s mad.”

I groaned “Thanks Barbs.” I stood up from the seat and made my way to my Dad’s office. Everyone I passed was either giving me warned looks, scared looks, or they were just glaring at me for two things. One, they hate me. Two, they hate me because I made my Dad mad… and no one likes to see Richard Miller mad. Those were the ‘Dark Days’ as most employees called it. They were the days when I would get drunk and my Dad would get called in to the station. I swear they even made him his own parking space…

As I was saying, no one likes when Richard Millers mad, especially when it has to do with his daughter. He would come to work pissed and the workers would have to be perfect not to make him even more mad. When I started to get myself together, he relaxed a bit, but every once in a while, he would get mad… like right now.

Everyone knew what my Dad was capable of when he was mad and that’s why right now they shot me so many looks, because they already know what might happen.

As I opened the double doors, a sense of déjà vu passed through me. This is exactly what I went through a week ago… when I was suppose to meet the boys.

“Sit.” My Dad says with crossed arms. His standing in front of the doors so you can see him as soon as you walk in.

I don’t say anything, just follow his orders. If I make the slightest remark, BAM! Rampage.

I take a seat on the chair form last week. My mother’s picture mocking my every move.

“You have no idea how disappointed I am in you.” He says getting some papers from his desk and looking over them. That hurt. It’s like a father telling you he doesn’t love you anymore. I just look down and start to play with Harry’s Ramones shirt. Yeah, I left it on. I just threw on some skinny jeans and put on my converse.

It wasn’t really hard getting away from the boys though. Unlike the last time, they let me go like that *snaps fingers together*. I guess they felt bad and didn’t want to interfere with my Dad especially form that phone call. Also, it was daylight so no muggers.

I gulp “I’m sorry.”

He throws the paper on the desk in front of me making me jump.

“Well sorry doesn’t cut it this time. Look at the photos.”

I look up and sure enough, there are the photos… all from last night… of me drunk off my ass.

“Go on, look at them.” I picked up the photos. There must’ve been like 20 pictures! All of them of me…

Let me just explain them in order.

In one photo, it shows me and the boys leaving the hotel, and getting into the car. Another one shows all of us walking into the club. One shows all of us taking a shot, then another one shows me chugging down a beer. More show me dancing with random guys, all which I have a beer in my hand. Another photo shows me grinding on a guy, then me making out with him. More photos show the guy and I’s make out session then us on the wall. I stopped looking at them there. I didn’t want to go on. I knew what would happen next, but it was worse looking at yourself on pictures.

“Oh no, go on. You’ll miss the best part.” I could practically fell the tears in my eyes.

“Dad-”

“DO IT!!” He screamed. I feel sorry for the people outside, listening to this. You guys think it’s bad, try being the person he’s yelling at.

I kept on going through the photos. The next one shows us getting really comfortable then other ones show the guy lifting my dress. The next one shows the guys coming up behind us, then them holding him against the wall. The last two photos show Harry whispering something in the guy’s ear, then him running away.