Underneath

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.

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28. Stop pretending

Athelia's P.O.V

It was a typical april weather. Windy and rainy. You could only see at small bit of the sun behind the grey clouds. Luckily may was only ten days away.

"Here's your jacket", Dorthya smiled handing me my army green Burberry trenchcoat. "It's gonna be nice to finally go outside isn't it?", she said trying to cheer me up. I didn't say anything, just put on my coat and pulled on my brown oxford's. I sighed as I opened up the door to outside. The slight sunligt blinded me at bit and as I stepped outside I could feel the tiny raindrops hitting my hair and shoulders. Dorthya quickly handed me my umberella.

"Now, go do something you like. You need fresh air!", she said carefully closing the door to my house. I bite my lip taking one last look at the door strongly considering to just go inside and go hide under my cover again. But then I pulled myself a bit together and walked down to the black cab that was waiting for me. Oxford street was never a bad idea I guessed.

Niall's P.O.V

That day some weeks ago, had never left my mind. What had gotten into me? What was the matter with me? I felt so bad for Harry and Liam. Trying to help me, but just ending up getting in a fight with... with a person I didn't even know myself. A crazy person. Or maybe not crazy, maybe just hurt.

I missed her every second of the day. I wanted to just go find her and convince her that she loved me. But I knew deep inside that was no good idea. 'She'll come, the day she realizes she loves you I promise' Zayn kept saying but that was the problem. I knew Athelia way better than him and she wouldn't. She would be to afraid to admit it if she one day realized she loved me. She would be to afraid to face it. That was why I was so confused. Calling her would scare her even more but not calling her wouldn't get her back. The confusion made me mad. All I wanted was to see her. Be with her. It made the tears burn in my eyes thinking about it.

"I need a starbucks, shall I get us some?", Harry mumbled getting up from the sofa he was sitting on in the rehersal studio. He sighed as he stretched his arm to get his jakcet.

"Yes please, could use a frappucino", Louis said thankfull.

"Niall, why don't you go with me? You haven't been anywhere else than this rehersalroom and your flat.. C'mon, I'm just going on Oxford street?".

"Good idea... Niall seriously, do you even remember how the sky looks like?", Zayn asked smiling friendly at me.

I sighed. Maybe I should go with him?

Athelia's P.O.V

Even though I liked laying there hiding beneath my cover it was some how really nice finally to feel the fresh air blowing my hair around making it a mess and feel the wind blow in my face making my cheeks red. Usually I hated rain, but I actually enjoyed feeling the drops hit my umberralla and slide down.

I walked by starbucks. I haven't had one for months. Last time was.... with Niall. My heart burned for a second and I felt a sadness spreading inside me.

I shaked the feelings of me and decided to go in to have a warm drink.

Niall's P.O.V

"I don't bother getting up from this sofa", I mumbled half sarcastic and half serious.

"You need to get over her..", Louis said in a serious and worried tone. It was like he was reaind me. I hadn't said anything about her, but still he metioned her.

"I am over her", I lied.

"No, you're not. Come with me, you need fresh air!", Harry said waving at me to come with him.

I shaked my head. I really didn't bother getting up and outside in that cold.

Harry rolled his eyes like I was stupid. "I'll go now, see you in a sec", he smiled disappearing from the room.

Athelia's P.O.V

"And for you miss.?", the young girl behind the disk asked me while she was bussy writing an order on a carrier.

"One white chocolate frappucino without cream please", I said finding my wallet.

"Okaaay..", she mumbled while finding a cup and writing my order on it. "Anything else?". I shaked my head. "Then what's your name miss?".

"Athelia", I answered and her eyes widened a bit.

"Are you..." she whispered a bit emberessed while leaning over the disk. "The actor Athelia Queann?".

"Yes, I am".

"Wow, really?", she giggled getting red cheeks. "Can I... maybe have an autograph?".

I didn't feel like it, but I decided to just give her one quickly, get my moccha and then get out of there. "Sure...", I smiled slightly and she handed me a pen which I grabbed and then used it to sign her arm a bit sloppy.

I went back in the line to wait for my moccha. Usually I never waited for anything I told them to get me to the front of the line, cause I knew they wouldn't say no since I was famous. But being with Niall had changed me. I now waited. Like normal people did. Waited. In patience.

So many things about me had changed since I had met him. Literally my whole personality. I had learned to listen to other people. I had learnt to look at things in a more a positive perspective. I had learnt how to laugh and smile without anything being fake. I had learned that sometimes having a great time was more important than looking good and being perfect. I had learnt that being happy was actually the most important thing in the whole world. I had learnt to let myself free without caring what anyone else thought. But in some how, it was like that new person disappeared when I wasn't with him. I turned back into that dark person, I had realized was a horrible horrible person who was impossible to stand. The person he turned me into was the best version off me. The happy and funny one who didn't care. I missed being that girl. I really did. And in somehow I guess you could say that was missing him too.

My moccha was ready and I grabbed the cup and walked towards the door. I was just about to leave when someone familiar caught my eye. Some brown curls. Some green eyes. He was on his way up to the disk walking slowly almost hiding his face prbably hoping not to get caught by any paparazzies. I wanted to shout a big hi across the room but I knew that was not a very good idea. And besides, I didn't want to hear about Niall or talk about him. I needed to get away from everything that had anything to do with him. And Harry sure had.

I pulled down the doorhandle as his raspy voice sounded from behind me.

"Athelia?".

I sighed and slowly turned around facing his green friendly eyes. "Hi".

"Good to see you. What are you doing here?", he asked not in a very happy tone or friendly. More curious and a bit serious too.

Run, something whispered to me in the back of my mind. But even further back in my mind a desperate voice was wondering if Niall would be there too. Maybe even hoping he would.

"I'm... having a drink", I mumbled looking down at my feet. How much had Niall told him?

We were both quiet for some seconds. "Can we go inside?", he asked.

I shook my head. That was not a good idea.

"You're right, lets go outside so we won't get seen. There's a hidden bench around the corner".

We walked out of the coffebar. Me carrying my starbucks and him carrying a black leather wallet. He leaded me to a small woodenbench around the corner with only a few people around. The sun was starting to slightly shine through the clouds.

"How are you?", he said as we sat down.

I sighed. "You don't even wanna know that do you? You're only talking to me because of Niall aren't you?".

Harry bite his lip and let out a silent moan. It looked like he had been busted.

"Athelia, he's heartbroken...", he almost whispered sounding sad making me belive him.

I din't know what to say. I just sat there looking at him like a heartless piece of ice. But I just had no idea what to answer to that. I wished he wasn't I really did, but I still believed what we had been doing was just fooling around not realizing it wasn't going nowhere.

"He's not himself. He misses you all the time. Please talk to him at least, you owe him that".

"No, I don't", I said a bit annoyed. "I don't owe him anything... he's better of without me. It was stupid what we were doing".

"You're just telling youself that cause you won't admit you love him too", Harry said begining to sound a bit angry in his tone.

I sighed even more and looked in silence down at my feet.

"I'm just asking you to talk to him. I don't know how he is ever going to recover... Please. You two were amazing together. You know that deep inside Athelia..". Harry's voice was now begining to sound friendly and comfortable again. His green eyes didn't look that pissed like they had did the moment before.

"Harry, you're confusin me. If he loved me, he would let me move on".

"You don't wanna move on either Athelia. Because you love him".

"No, I don't! Harry, it was stupid", I said raising my voice.

"It was so obvious. The way you looked at him. You did love him, but when you realized that you got scared and had to run away. You're just simply scared and you shouldn't be. Stop pretending, you can't pretend it was nothing forever".

He was pissing me off the way he thought he knew everything. Like he was some sort of psychologist. He didn't know anything about my feelings.

"I'm leaving now..", I said getting up from the bench walking fast over the cobbles on my way out on Oxford street again.

"Athelia, please! Just talk to him! He needs you so badly!", Harry yelled from behind me now sounding sad again like all he wanted was just for Niall to be happy again.

 

 

Stop pretending they're saying.

 

 

 

 

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