Making Headlines {n.h.}

On the Front Cover

*Dahlia's P.O.V.*

"Dammit Dahlia, not again!" my agent, Kathy, screams shoving some celebrity gossip magazine at me. Her face is cardinal and her eyes wild with anger.  I've seen her get mad many times but right now she is in an absolute rage.

I grab the magazine and read the headline: "Drunken Jones Outrageously Flashes".  A slightly grainy picture of myself taking off my expensive top in a drunken state is on the front cover.  A thick censoring bar covers my boobs. Suddenly, the hazy events of last night that I didn't remember before come flooding in. I don't remember what I was doing on the table or when I had taken my bra off. Heck I don't even remember anyone taking pictures but apparently it happened. This must be the reason why Kathy called me in for a meeting at 9 o'clock this morning.

"Look I would love to stay and chat but I am extremely hung over," I say trying to avoid the situation at hand.

"I wonder why! You spent your night out at some party getting drunk and showing off your chest for everyone to see!" Kathy throws up her hands in distress.

"Whatever, everyone does stupid stuff when they are drunk," I say trying to justify my actions.

"This isn't just stupid it's appalling! You're ruining your acting career! Plus its the third time you've done something scandalous. First, your drunk fight with the paps, then sleeping with your fucking director, now this!"

Slowly, I recall those events. My fight with the paparazzi was stupid because I was so drunk I could barely talk.  I was so pissed off that night and he only added to my anger. I was yelling at him and tried kicking him but ultimately ended up falling over. He recorded everything and it went viral the next day.  As for the whole sleeping with my director thing, well, I was bored and he was hot and it was only one time. He was the director for a t.v. show I was shooting and I had only been working on it for a few weeks. Somebody told the press and he confirmed it. I guess bragging to the world that he had sex with a young hot actress was more important than his career. I ended up getting fired and they replaced me with a no name actress.  It was blown way out of proportion and he was an asshole for admitting to sleeping with me.

"Okay, I get it, I'm a fuck up.  Can I leave now?" I ask in a bored tone.  I've had a million talks like these from Kathy. They are all the same lectures that I will never listen to. I don't even know why she bothers.

"Of course not. I have to fix this problem and get the media's asses off of ours, but I might have an idea."

"So what am I doing?" She will probably have me do a press conference or some charity event that will distract the media.

"Stay here while I take care of this mess. I am going to make a few calls and run my idea by the board and then I'll be back."

I sigh loudly and grab the magazine with the article about last night. I flip through the pages not wanting to read an article that calls me 'out of control'. The pages land on an article about the most famous boyband of today, One Direction.  They are an overrated boy band that teenage girls fawn over. I've never found any interest in them but they are everywhere these days. I continue flipping the pages.

Finally, the door swings open and Kathy struts in. She is grinning from ear to ear. Which is weird because Kathy hardly ever looks even remotely happy.

"I am a genius!" She says clapping her hands loudly. She looks like she just found the cure for cancer.  Somebody must have slipped her something because there is no way she can be this excited about anything.

"Yeah, okay," I snort.

"You may not realize it but I just saved your whole acting career." I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion. I have no idea what magical PR stunt she has or will pull but it must be something big the way she's talking about it.

Kathy begins to talk again, "Look, I have a friend that owes me for getting her into the business.  So with a lot of persuasion she finally agreed to my request."

"So what did you ask her to do?"

"Something huge but I have to sort out the details with her.  I promised I would call her back after you left but be here tomorrow at 10:30. Not a minute late!" What is so damn important it can't wait until the afternoon?

I give her a look but she starts up again, "I mean it Dahlia.  You mess this up, you might as well kiss your acting days goodbye," Kathy says sternly.  I nod my head but I really don't care about whatever 'plans' she has.

"Go home and take a shower. You reek of alcohol."  And with that Kathy was out the door leaving me behind to fend with my thoughts. 

// Hey this is my first fanfic or any written piece but I hope you guys like it! I worked really hard on this chapter and will be posting the rest soon.  Even though Niall isn't in this chapter he will be brought in the next one and I will alternate between Niall and Dahlia's points of view. Thank you for reading this chapter & just know I like getting feedback and positive criticism! //