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I fucking hate my life. I'm supposed to date some uptight model who only cares about her fucking make up in public. Fuck my life. I was half way done with the song I was working on and all of the sudden Trevor busts into my room.
"You've taken way too fucking long. You're signing this contract," he said.
"Bitch, what the fuck?" I asked, about to slam the door on his face. Who does he think he is? Who does he think I am? I can get into another management easily. I don't have to be with him.
"And I'll make sure you can't get with another management. I'll destroy your name before you leave," he smirked.
"What the fuck Trevor? What kind of psychotic shit is this?" I asked.
"Niall I'm trying to make sure you don't just fucking disappear from the face of the world," he said.
"So what's your fucking solution to that huh?" I asked.
"Ever heard of PR?" He said.
"Absolutely not. Fuck that. Think of something else," I said.
"No. We can't do everything to your interest, Niall. We run you. And if you don't do this, you'll end up being irrelevant. It's either this or leave our label," he said.
"What the fuck is wrong with your Trevor?! You're literally out of your fucking mind!" I shouted. He can't force me into fake relationships just for some publicity.
"It's 6 months. You can drop her after that," he said.
"Who even is she?" I asked.
"Alexandria March. An upcoming supermodel. Both of you need some publicity so the two of us decided on putting you two together," he said.
"A fucking model on top of this?! You've got to be fucking kidding," I threw my hand up in frustration.
"You have no other option Niall. It's this or-," I cut him off.
"Yeah yeah leaving the label," I muttered angrily. You know what? Fuck it. If I have to walk with a girl for 6 months might as well do that.
I snatched the papers from him and started reading through it. Trevor looked at me with a satisfied smirk. I went through the bullshit and grabbed the pen from him and signed it.
"Go. Leave and never come in front of me for a month. I will fucking punch your nose," I said, slamming the door. I was so tired of this bullshit. Just because I'm not in the spotlight he had to find a way to put me in the spotlight. I decided if we need this to work then the least I could do is follow her on Instagram. I quickly followed her and left it at that.
The following days I was informed that I'm supposed to meet her at a cafe with Gigi and Zayn. I couldn't be less bothered by the girl. I was playing subway surfers on my phone to pass time. I felt a very soft tap on my shoulder, making me look up.
"Umm can you shift inside?" Her feeble voice asked. I moved to the seat inside and she slipped into the seat I was on. The three of them kept talking my ear off. She was so fucking chatty and I wanted to tape her mouth shut. Her voice is very annoying.
Leaving the cafe I held her hand. I hate the feeling of her thin fingers tangling with mine. Her cool rings clashed with my warm skin, shooting shivers up my hand. We stopped by her car and I must say, she's got top tier taste in cars.
I took a deep breath and wrapped my long arm around her waist. She stiffened lightly from the sudden show of affection. When we pulled back I could see her contemplating something. She leaned towards me and all of the sudden I panicked but I couldn't react because she's my 'girlfriend'.
Her rosy little lips curved into a small pout as they pressed up to my cheeks. She pulled back and even she was surprised with what she did. She quickly clambered into her car and drove off.
For our second 'date' in public Trevor told me to go to the park. I fucking hated them. All people ever did were walk their dogs or run with those little demons they called children. It's by far the most basic date in the whole wide world. It's so dumb.
She was still eating when I went to her penthouse. She invited me in but I had no idea what to do. She offered me breakfast and even before I could stop myself I blurted out my question.
"Is it coco puffs?" I remember watching her live and thinking about how sickening sweet coco puffs are.
"Pretty much the only thing I eat," She said with a giggle. Who the fuck giggles?
After my very sweet breakfast we finally left her house. The two of us had to be that sappy lovey dovey couple and I wanted to puke because what the fuck?
"I hate parks," she said. Fucking someone who finally understands me. "Let's go to the beach."
I decided why the fuck not? If Trevor is going to yell at me then so be it. I drove to the beach and I could tell she was losing her shit. She slipped off her shoes and socks and ran to the water. She laughed so merrily and kicked her feet in the water. I didn't feel like getting into the water so I stayed back and watched her.
I slipped out my cigarette box and pulled one stick out. It was a little bit of a struggle to light it up because of the strong winds but I finally got it lit. I took a long drag as my hair whipped around in the wind.
"Say something a sappy romantic would say," she said, pulling her phone out.
"No," I said. She asked me to not say anything rude and I guess that's acceptable. She started taking a video and with or without her knowledge she walked deeper and deeper into the water.
"Be careful!" I yelled out. She quickly snapped out of whatever daze was pulling her in. She shut her phone and walked back to shore.
"Are you crazy? The water is wild and you kept walking further in!" I scolded her. Why was I scolding her? No idea. But I don't want anyone dying on my watch.
"Relax. I know how to take care of myself," She rolled her eyes nonchalantly. Well then. Her phone rang but she declined the call and switched off her phone.
We just walked along the shore of the beach. She seemed so in peace. Her curious hazel eyes darted all over the place as she tried to take in every little detail around her. She swung her hands around happily and she had a wide smile on her face, enjoying and taking in her surroundings.
I dropped her off at her house and almost immediately after I reached my house my phone rang.
"Yes?" I asked.
"What the fuck do you think you were doing?!" Trevor's voice boomed.
"We went to the beach. Who the fuck goes to a park?" I said.
"Niall I swear to fucking god this world doesn't revolve around you! You can't just do whatever the fuck you want. Tomorrow if you don't go to the park I will fucking kill you," He seethed before ending the call.
"You can't smoke in the building," Was the first thing she said when I went to her house. All I did was try to light my cigarette and she's going to school me? Guess what bitch? No one schools me.
"Says who?" I said, the cigarette sat comfortably between my teeth.
"The smoke detectors," She huffed, frustratedly.
Obviously I'm not going to listen. I decided to be a bigger bitch and blew out a puff right on her face. She immediately choked up and started coughing. But quickly started running to the end of the hallway. She smacked a button on the wall and the water sprinkler didn't go off.
"Niall!" She said in a scolding tone.
"Oh shut up," I waved my hand nonchalantly and walked into the elevator. She followed me into it a second later.
"Please have some respect for my residence," She said. Hah, you wish.
"Niall, stop it please," She said, coughing slightly.
"No can't do," I shrugged. The second the elevator touched the ground she ran out and took a deep breath.
She got on a phone call almost immediately after I started the car. I tuned out her bullshit and focussed on the road. I pulled into a parking and she finally shut her phone.
We got out of the car and put on a great show. I connected our hands together and walked into the park with her. I noticed those damn paps clicking away their pictures for the stupid fucking papers they write.
"There's an ice cream truck. You want any?" She asked and I shook my head. Who the hell has an ice cream in winter? She let go of me and went to go get her ice cream. 10 minutes passed and she came back with her cone. We stopped at a pond and sat down. She was having her ice cream while I tapped away on my phone.
Some girl approached her and the two suddenly became best of fucking friends, clicking pictures and talking and laughing. I love the fact that people enjoy my music but I don't want to interact with any of them.
They're not annoying. I'm just eternally annoyed.
I dropped her at her house and returned back to mine. The first thing I did was to jump in the shower. The warm water rolled off my skin and went down the drain, cleaning my filthy body.
I shut my eyes and placed my forehead on the tiles. Like a little movie reel, my mind played the events that took place with Alexandria.
Her beady honey coloured eyes capturing all the little things in her surrounding. Her long brown hair, flowing majestically behind her as she ran with no care in the world. Her lanky body finally stretching, as if it had been confined all these years.
An angel who'd been freed.
Being thrusted into the industry she is in at a very young age has eroded away her childhood. She grew up faster than she should have because the industry would never accept immature women. Only finely pruned and trained models ever make it as far as she has.
How the modelling industry works is so mysterious.