Athelia Queann is living the glamorous life in London as one of the richest people in England. She's a big sensation, and everything the fans thinks she's not. She's manipulative, spoiled, selfish and nothing is never good enough for a star like her. Behind all the glitter and the fake smile, a loneliness is slowly tearing her up inside. But one day a person enters her life and changes everything. Even though Athelia don't want anyone to come this close to her, that one person starts becoming really importnant whether she wants it or not. That person is someone she used to know as Niall Horan from One Direction. Nothing more.


1. Premiere

It gave a loudly crack when I slammed up the doors to my closet. My eyes wandered true the many dresses on the silver hangers. Prada, Chanel, Mia Chuivour , Valentino's, Gucci , Louis Vuitton and Versace was calling on me and I smiled at the sight. I had dozens of dresses, but still I couldn't find one to wear.  What would be good to wear at a nice exclusive premiere on a new Hugh Grant movie? I sighed.

"Dorthya!" I yelled and turned around to pick some shoes. Heels. Absouluteley heels. Always heels. But which ones?

"What miss Qeann?", Dorthy's voice sounded. I turned my head around. She was standing in the doorway to my room, smiling slightly at me. In her black and white housekeeper-uniform and her lightbrown hair in a bun. Dorthya was fat and short, if you should explain her look in a few words.

"Get my beige Christian Louboutin stillettos, they are in the closet down stairs", I ordered waving her out of the door with a smile.

"Sure", she smiled, and was about to go when she turned around.

"Who's coming? Celebritys....?, she asked.

"Yeah, Dorthya.... Who else? Normal people like you don't get invited to these kind a things", I explained and took a silver dress of the hanger to look closer at it.

"Which celebrity's?".

Oh god. I liked talking, but I didn't like talking to her. She was my hosuekeeper, not my friend I was supposed to have chit-chats with. I rolled my eyes a bit annoyed. "Actors..... rich and famous people. The Beckhams will be there for an example!"

" I like David, he's such a nice man" Dorthya said dreaming. Like she would ever get to meet him, I thought to myself and turned around to look though my dressed. "Who else", she continued asking.

"Someone told me this stupid british boyband was coming.... direction somthing..... I don't care! A bunch of childish morons on my age. Why do they get invited?!". It wasn't a question, more my way of thinking loud.

"They have a band, didn't you say that?", Dorthya answered stupidly. Her wierd english accent made everything she said sound wierd. I had no idea which country had given her that accent, and actually I didn't really care either. I rolled my eyes at her and she took it as a sign to leave my room.

I found a nice dress and decided to wear it. It was dark blue, almost dark grey. Very pretty. With no strops and knee long. A very beautiful Dior dress. I pulled it on, and decided to wear it with a simple diamont ring and an antigue silver bracelet inspired by Tiffany and co.

"You look stunning", Dorthya said fromt the door way. She was holding the beige Louboutin shoes, which didn't mach my Dior dress.

"Thankyou. I know.... this dress is so.... such an incredible design". I stroke a caring hand over the substance. So soft.

"Here's the shoes, miss".

"Put them back in the closet. They don't match....  "




I arrived to the premiere in my limo, and stepped out to a bunch of papparazies. The lights from the camera's blinded me, but I just kept smiling.

"You look beautiful tonight Athelia", a man with a microphone said and smiled at me.

"Thanks, you too" I laughed. It couldn't be more fake. Fake smile. Fake compliment. Fake laugh. Fake kindness.

"You are here alone tonight?", he asked while the light from the cameras felt like bricks in my face.

"Yes, I am", I smiled.

"You hear that guys, the blonde babe is on the market, haha", the man said and he discusted me. What a jerk.

"Haha, I actually like being single. Believe it or not", I laughed and papped him on the shoulder of his grey suit.

I walked in to the big beautifull hall. White tableclothes and shiny cutlery met me. The room was filled with dressed up people.On tables there was little snacks on silver dishes. Champagne was everywhere. I sighed. I felt lonley here. I knew that if I hadn't been Athelia Queann, the famous and hot actress non of these people would even care one bit for me. Without a doubt, they probably would not even talk to me if it wasn't because I was who I was. No one in here liked me for me, I knew that.





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