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.


18. The flash


Niall's P.O.V

"Yellow.... maybe.....dark blue? Or what about this Burberry one? Isn't it adorable?", Athelia mumbled while looking true her gigantic wardrobe closet.

I was sitting on a chair in her bedroom next to her closet resting my head in my elbows. Fully dressed in smooking, butterfly and nice black shoes. Athelia had her hair in a bun and was wearing a cream coloured long silk bathrobe. She looked stunning. As usual. We we're on our way to a special ceremony I had invited her to. The boys and I we're performing at the Christmas Holly tonight and I had pulled myself together and asked Athelia to come with me - as a friend ofcourse.

"I've got a massiveley dilemma hire.. Burberry, Dior or Ella Smith?". She was holding 3 dresses up. A flowered one, a light brown one and a black one. All of them looked nice to me.

"Ehm.... ".

Athelia wrinled her eyebrows. "Why am I freaking this much out?! I mean... I have way better fashion taste than anybody who will be there".

"Because you're my date maybe?", I said with a cheeky smile and leaned back in the chair. I was sensing this was going to take a long time.

Athelia was quiet for a moment. She looked at me. "No.. that's not why!".

"Then... what is it? Usually you're pretty confident", I said bitting my lip. I didn't get why she had to make a dilemma out of it. Why was clothes such a big deal to her? I didn't get it. I really didn't. But still, it was kind of fun seeing her so stressed out.

"I just wanna look nice tonight", she said pulling another dress out of her closet. How many dresses did she actually have in there?! Already about 20 dresses was lying on her bed and the closet was no where near empty.

"You'll look nice in everything", I said and sighed a little. I started to bite my naills of boredom.

Athelia slowly turned around with a small smile on her glossy lips. "You think so?".

" I mean..... all the dresses are beautiful", I smied and looked down at my naills.

Athelia started to bite her lip and smiled at me. "I know what to wear now...".



"Can I please just come in?!", I asked true her bredroom door while leaning against it.

"Not yet.... I'm almost done!", she yelled back.

I rolled my eyes and sighed while resting my head against the door.

I waited another two minutes before she finally allowed me to come in.

My eyes widened when I saw her. Standing with the most beautiful smile on her red lips in the middle of the room. She was wearing a floor-length black tight - but not to tight - dress. And around her neck a dark silver necklace was hanging making me gasp. She looked amazing. Her body, her face... everything about her. She was wearing simple black stilettos and had her dark blonde hair in a beautiful low bun that looked like a proffesional hairdresser had made.

"W...wow", I managed to say and couldn't stop biting my lip looking up and down her. "I've...you...I've never seen anyone look so....soo....beautiful".

Athelia smiled. "Thankyou". She grabbed a black clutch with a sparkling silver design mathcing her necklace on it. "Shall we take off?".



"What if people think we're dating?", Athelia asked while we were sitting in the car on our way to the big Christmas Holly studio.

"They won't", I just said and looked out of my window on the many people and cars rushing by in the darkened streets of London. Lights from commercials and buldings were shining bright in the very much alive city. "Or actually they will... probably. But as longs as both of us know we aren't I guess it doesn't matter what the rumours say".

"I suppose so...", Athelia mumbled and straightened up in her seat crossing her legs.

"I mean... we're here as friends right?", I asked not daring to look at her while asking, I kept my eyes on the streets outside. I knew the answer, but somehow... something inside me wished she would say something else than yes.

"Ofcourse... we are friends",  she smiled at me.


Athelia's P.O.V

Before Niall opened up the door for us he warned me. "And hey... it can be crazy... the fans.... sometimes it's a little.... just stay with me and nothing will happen, okay?". He looked worried at me. Wrinkeling his eyebrows.

"Niall... I'm famous myself. You don't need to warn me about stuff like that. I know what it's like", I said giving him a sign to open the door. He did.

Screaming. Yelling. Crying. Loud sounds surounded us as we stepped outside on the red carbet. Closed pressed against the black shut-off crazy and desperate papparazzies and fans were standing screaming with flailing arms. The flash from the cameras blinded me and I had to pull my eyes to the ground so I wouldn't pass out.We walked up the carbet towards the big door to the studio. The fans and papparazzies were yelling stuff but it was impossible to hear what. Every scream got drowned in another scream. I felt claustrophobia as I walked up the carbet focusing on the red floor. I could feel millions of photos getting takens of us.

Someone suddently pushed me and I almost fell over my own feet. Another one grabbed my jacket and pulled in me.

Niall fast pushed the man away and grabbed my hand. I gasped. His hand felt so... nice.

We walked hand in hand all the way to the door with out caring about the many photos that would be all around the internet tomorrow.

I was used to the spotlight but this.... this was just crazy. Those girls were obsessed. And the papparzies. Crazy. Wild. How did he manage to go through this every day?



"Wow.... that was crazy", Niall sighed as we stepped in side in the back of the studio.

"Is it like that all the time?", I asked not liking the facts that he might be more popular and famous than me. it was crazy with me. But like this. This was insane.

"Pretty much...", he said.

We went down a hall to the dressing room were the other boys were waiting All of them were in suits too.

"Atheliiia!", Harry laughed as we stepped in.

I smiled at them and sat down on a couch.

"We had no idea you would come tonight! How fun..", Liam smiled while sitting on a chair getting his hair done by a blonde lady.

"Are you gonna stay until our performance?!", Zayn asked glancing at me while standing in front of the mirror struggling with his butterfly. Louis and Harry was getting powdered by two younger girls.

I nodded biting my lip.

"You look nice", Louis voice sounded from the make-up stand. it was difficult for him to talk while the lady was powdering his cheeks and nose.

"Thankyou, when are you on?", I asked and looked at the big clock on the wall.

"Soon, hurry up boys", Niall said sitting down in the sofa next to me.

"Good, to see you here. Niall's been talking a lot about you!", Harry laughed and Niall slapped hiw shoulder with a emberresed grin on his face.

"He has?", I said smiling.

"Hm", Louis nodded and lifted his eyesbrows up and down looking at Niall. "A lot".

Niall laughed. "C'ome on boys, we're on in aminute".

"Five minutes exactly", a lady said and ponited on the door.

"This stupid butterfly won't work!", Zayn hissed and pulled the butterfly of in anger.

A lady helped him get it on right and the boys finally went on stage.


The show was amazing. After the show we had drinks backstage and as always I had fun.













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