Managing... Just... a One Direction Fan fiction

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So, its been 4 weeks since I broke up with Drake. 4 weeks since the kiss with Niall. And 4 weeks since I moved out from the boys flat into a 2 bedroom flat just down the road. I didn’t want to live in their pockets but not be too far away from the boys, as I needed to work with them most days, apart from the last week. The boys have had a break and went back to their families.

It’s been tough, living on my own. I moved straight from home to move in with Drake, then the boys for about a week, so I’ve never actually lived on my own.

It’s scary coming back to an empty flat every night. I usually go out with a friend from Oxford, or  Roshni. We either go clubbing, down the pub or have a girly night in.

My work actually hardly gets done anymore.

I sat staring at the TV screen that was playing something on CBBC Wolfblood… something like that.

I jumped out of my skin as my phone blared ‘Brokenhearted by Karmin’ signalling that someone from work was calling. The boys all had their own ringtone on my phone.

Niall is ‘the ketchup song’

Harry is ‘Call me maybe’

Liam is ‘Gangnam style’

Louis is ‘Bom Bom’

Zayn is ‘Sexy and I know it’

“Hello” I said down the phone.

“Hello Eliza, It’s Simon. Please can you come down to the SyCo offices.  We need to talk”

The phone hung up.

Shit.

I’m either in deep shit right now, or in REALLY deep shit right now.

I picked up my bag and looked in the mirror, hanging on the wall beside of me.

My once bright eyes were dull and tired.

My hair once bouncy and full of life, is now dry and straw-like

Inside me, once without a care in the world, now everything hurts. Sometimes I cry myself to sleep.

I just need some one to hold me, tell me that everything I going to be okay.

But there isn’t.

There is nobody.

Nobody to love. Nobody to care.

Nobody…

I have searched up my symptoms online, sad I know, and all it ever comes up with is depression.

I don’t have depression. Depression is when you cut yourself, have to take pills. Cry all the time. Never smile. Suicidal.

I’m just…. Unhappy…

I called a cab and arrived at the SyCo offices.

“Eliza” Simon said warmly. My mind flashed back to the day when I first arrived in One Directions lives. Paul was sitting in the same chair, this time his face refreshed and happy. Simon sat in the same chair, on looking everything like a god.

“Simon, Paul” I said taking a seat, smoothing out my clothes, consisting of a chunky knit blue jumper, skinnys and some Ugg boots. I wasn’t set for work but I couldn’t be bothered to get changed before I came out.

“We all know why I employed you, for Paul to spend some more time with his family, but now, paul would like his job back, permanently” Simon said smile on his face.

I did not need this. Not now. I needed this job. It was the only thing keeping me sane.

“But don’t worry, I have asked for you to stay on the job and accompany me. I need some help with those boys” Paul chuckled. I sighed with relief.