Making Headlines {n.h.}

Meeting

*Dahlia's P.O.V.*

I wake up to phone ringing. I sit up and search for the annoying sound in a confused state. Why would anyone be calling this early? Finally, I see it perched up on my leather futon.

"Hello," I say with a yawn.

"Dahlia, it's fucking 10:20  in the morning! You better be on your way because the meeting is in fucking ten minutes!" Kathy's voice blairs in my ear. Suddenly I remember the important meeting Kathy warned me about yesterday. I hang up on Kathy before she can say more and I shoot out of bed running towards the bathroom.  My hair is tangled and greasy because I forgot to shower and my eyes have dark circles around them. Quickly, I strip and hop into my black marbled shower. After the quickest shower I have ever taken, I throw on black jeans, a simple pink t-shirt and my leather jacket. I brush my teeth, grab my purse, and I am out of the house in seconds. Luckily I left my car outside, I get in and I drive speedily through the streets of L.A.

When I reach the doors of the agency I am already 10 minutes late. Kathy is going to strangle me. I run in, ignoring the blond receptionist asking me to sign in, and head for the elevator. At last, I reach her door and stumble in.

"Here she is, I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Kathy turns to look at two other people who are sitting at a long table. I merely glance at them but stay focused on Kathy, knowing that my death sentence is upon me. She is wearing a strained smile, I know she is holding all her anger in. 

Deciding that it is best not to push her I advert my attention back to the other people in the room. There is a stern looking woman who has a sleek blond ponytail. Her eyes are emotionless but her lips seem to form a permanent frown. She is not part of the agency because I've never seen her before. I look to her right and see a guy my age. He has soft looking dirty blond hair that is swept to the side. His eyes are a dark blue, the shade of the sky before it starts to storm. I almost forget about my surroundings as I look into those eyes but he moves his head and catches me staring. He smiles at me with his candy pink lips. In that split second as I drop my eyes I realize who he is.

"Why the fuck is he here?" I point at him. Nothing makes sense, why would someone like him be at one of my meetings?

"Dahlia, language!" Kathy looks appalled even though she swears all the time. It's clear she is trying hard to impress these people.

The guy walks over to me and sticks out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Niall," his voice is laced with a thick Irish accent. He smiles again at me but I keep my face blank. He's from that boy band, One Direction.

"I'm Dahlia." I don't shake his hand and when he realizes that I am not going too, he awkwardly stuffs it back into his pocket.

"Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?" I demand looking at each person hoping someone will speak up.

"Didn't you hear, we're going to date babe," Niall winks at me and he has a smirk on his face. I wish I could rip off that dumb smile off his face. I'd never date a guy like him so I don't know what the hell he is talking about.

Before I can reply to Niall's stupid statement, Kathy starts speaking. "Niall and you will go out for six months for PR purposes. This will really help to improve your image." She says, her voice serious. I look at her incredulously.There is an explosion of thoughts in my brain as I try to even slightly comprehend what Kathy just said. A mixture of confusion and anger pulsates through my body.

"Are you fucking high?" I choke out, my head still spinning from everything she just announced.

"Dahlia!" Kathy's jaw drops and uncomfortable silence fills the room.