As Long As You Love Me

6 ~ Home, Hate, & Accusations

☼ mitchie sky ☼

Luci was laughing. 

"How in the name of the sweet lord is this funny?" I shriek, pacing around Demetria's living room. "All my stuff is alreay at the new flat! All my clothes, all my crap! At least they didn't take my fish." 

Luci is choking. 

"How is this so abrupt? I met the boys and now I'm LIVING with them? They hate me! They might murder me in my sleep!" 

"That's called being a celebrity, love," Luci informs. "You don't get to make your own decisions." 

"I need to call Demetria. I need to know what exactly is going on. If there's one thing I hate, it's people being mad at me." I snatch my phone and dial. 

"Bonjour!" A light voice answers. 

"Hello, Demetria? It's Demetria," I say sweetly. 

"Mitchie, darling, how's it going?" 

"Fine! Just fine! Other than the fact that there are five disturbingly attractive British boys that HATE my GUTS because of YOU."

Demetria chuckles. "You've met the lads, eh?" 

"Oh, yes I did. I'm also going to be sharing a flat with them. Oh the joy." 

"Pablo?" Demetria guessed. "That blows."

"You better do some explaining. Why do they hate you? Why was the blond one yelling in my face?" I remember his cold, venomous expression and almost shudder. 

"Oh, Niall," Demetria sighs. 

"Talk."

"Fine. Listen closely." Demetria lowers her voice. "I met the boys two years ago. We became really close soon. They're amazing lads. Cute, too. We were the best of friends. Niall fancied me and I him. We started dating a few months later. He was...perfect."

I sink into a chair, listening hard. 

"We kept our relationship a secret from the press. We didn't want the drama and rumors. We were complete opposites, Niall and I. I was arrogant, snappy. He was a massive softie. We were best friends." She hesitates. 

"Best friends?" The blond Irish boy in the studio had secretly dated Demetria without the world knowing? I couldn't imagine how it felt. 

"Mm. So. One night...I went out for a drink with Louis. Such a cute boy." She sighs longingly. "He had a girlfriend then, Eleanor Calder. Lovely girl. That night, we weren't thinking, we weren't careful. We had a bit too much and ended up with our tongues down each other's throats after I begged him to kiss me."

"Oh." I can't believe my ears. 

"He told me. He said, 'Demetria, I can't do this.' But I was drunk and desperate. I told him I'd kill myself."