Paparazzi- A One Direction Fanfiction

"If I had a spoon I would choke you."

I stormed passed everyone in the building.

Of course, they were scared of me.

If you can get Richard Miller in the ‘Dark Days’, just imagine what his daughter looks like.

I stormed into the elevator and punched the button so hard, I’m pretty sure I broke it.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, I stormed into the waiting room.

“Where is he!?” I roared and Barbra quickly jumped off her chair to hold me back

“You can’t go in, he’s in a meeting!”

My eyes widened and my blood boiled ten times more.

“Barbra, if you want to live, I suggest you let me go!”

“Listen Allison, I can’t! Your father’s orders!”

“My father’s orders my ass!” I yelled as I pushed her out of my way and stormed into my Dads office.

The people in the hallway were quickly going into their offices and locking the doors.

Good for them.

I pushed the doors opened to reveal my Dad and like ten more people in the room.

Then, the room got quiet, and my Dads smirk widened. “Would you look at that? If it isn’t my brilliant daughter Allison.”

Then the camera turned to look at me.

I flipped them off.

“You two faced, stupid asshole of a jerk, dumbass liar!!!” I screamed at my Dad.

“Oh? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

I rolled my eyes “You ruined everything! That’s what! You lied to everyone saying it was my idea when in reality, it was yours!!”

My Dad raised his eyebrows “Oh, but Ally, you’re the one who agreed.”

I glared at him “After you blackmailed me!!”

I heard gasps go around the room

“Mr. Miller, is that true?” one of the reporters asked.

My Dad rolled his eyes “So what if it is. She still lied to them.”

“But-”

“Are we really here to talk about my mistakes when my daughter has made a big one?”

Then the reporters shut up.

“I told you I wanted to stop.” I hissed at him

“Yeah, and I told you, you still had a month left.”

I scoffed at him “No you didn’t! You just said I had to do it for a couple of weeks, not for a couple of months let alone years!”

“Years Ally, really?”

“Coming from the man that will do anything to get anything, I really thought you would’ve asked me to go on tour with them.”

He smiled “Who says I wasn’t.”

My mouth dropped “You are such an asshole you know that?”

My Dad smiled “Hey Ally, how’s that college plan going for you? Because I called them, and they said they denied you.”

My eyes widened “You’re lying.”

“Would I really lie to you about something that serious?”

“Considering you just lied to the whole world, I think you would.”

“I guess lying runs in the family huh?”

“I would’ve rather been put up by adoption that be living with you!”

My Dad smirked “Trust me kid, I was on your Mom’s side about the adoption thing, but I wanted to see how raising a child would’ve turned out for me.”

“Are you really bringing this up?” I asked him

His smirk widened “What? Is wittle Ally-kins sensitive about talking about her wittle mommy that abandoned her when she was just a wittle baby?”

“If I had a spoon I would choke you.”

My Dad faked laughed “Ouch Ally, I am hurt.” He put a hand on his heart “How’s Harry doing? He told you he loved you right? And what’d you do? Oh yeah, you ran away and came here.”

If looks could kill…

“But you know what?”

“Oh please tell me.” I said sarcastically throwing his words form earlier back at him.

He glared at me “When you left, I wondered why you told me you wanted to stop. Was it, oh I don’t know, because you love him too?”

My eyes widened “Dad-”

He laughed “Oh my god it is isn’t it?”

“You love Harry Styles! You love Harry Styles! You love-” before he could finish that sentence, I did the only thing that I knew would hurt him.

I took my guitar out from its case, I got it by the neck, I pushed people away until I was standing on his desk, I brought the guitar back, and with all my force, I smashed it on the desk.

“You love- *gasp* Allison!” he roared.

I got down from the desk and threw what was left of the guitar in his face.

“How’s that for love.”

And I left… but not before punched the top story that was hanging next to the door into a million tiny pieces.

Damn that felt good.