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.


3. The ugly-blonde

Days passed since the premiere and somehow that exstremly ugly blonde guy from that terrible boygroup had made his way inside my head and it annoyed me. I had never tried something like that before. Ever. Usually I was the one the boys got stuck in their heads, they never got stuck in my head. They used to fall in love with me.... wait?! What?! Was I falling in love with him now? Why did I just call it 'fall in love'? I wasn't in love with him. At all! As said, I was WAY too good for him. And probably richere. I was NOT faling for him. I just thought about him. A lot. Probably cause he was so annoying and ugly. That was probably the reason.

And I was probably stuck in his head anyway, so.... I always was. Guys adored me.

I shook my head to get my thougts away from that guy.I was thinking about him, again! It had to stop. There was only three things allowed in my mind; money, fashion and my self.

Then I drank the rest of my starbucks and threw it in a garbagecan on the street. I pulled my Blackberry up from my Daniel Cliveford purse and dialed Macy's number.

"Macy Jackson!", a sugar voice sounded in the other end in less than two seconds after i pressed the green button 'call'.

"Macy!", I hissed in the phone. "I'm bored. Let's do some shopping?", I said more as an order than as a suggestion.

"Baby, not today. I have an appointment at Dr. Suis! Remember?! My hair has to get diyed.....", she just said careless.

"Well, I don't know what to do.... I've been to Laila's for lunch, I've bought a present for my self, a lot of presents actually, and I've been to the teatre, I've had my nails done... twice! Why don't I have anyone to hang out with others than you?". And you are not even that rich, I wanted to say but stopped my self.

"Gotta go....", she said with a not-carring voice.

"No, hang on!", I insisted quikly while I rushed around the corner on Oxford street to get a taxi. I vinked and luckily it slowed downn. I pushed my shoppingbags inside on the seats and then I let my self slide in very carefull so I wouldn't ruin my couture dress.

He looked at me like I was a goddess, as I flipped my hair.

"Whaat?", Macy said, sounding a bit tired of me.

"I can get us first seats at the fashion show for Vera Wang this thursday if you're interrested?". I was kinda proud of my self, for offering her something.

"Sure, I can cancell my massage-apointment! Bye bye..... !". Mary hung up before I got to say anything.  What about a thankyou?

I wrinkled my eyebrows a little offended.When I had something for her, then yes sure she could cancell but when I suggested just shopping or haning out enjoying my company she couldn't cancell. What a bitch. Why did I have no real friends?

Instead of getting depressed over some ugly fake-blond, I decided to take a closer look a my results from shopping.

Dior underwear, a Marc Jacobs wallet, three Vintage dresses, a beautiful beautiful Phillipe Liorcare blouse, a very nice watch, a Tiffany and co. neckless and a Alexander Wang blouse. I was very satisfied. Fashion was simply beauty. And I was beauty too. That was beauty with more beauty. How beautiful.

The taxi stopped infront of the place I had decided to get some afternoon tea and cake. Alice Poppins. The most exstraordinary and delicious cafe in London. Their cakes tasted like pure heaven and their tea was just simply amazing. ofcourse it was expensive, but.... I had the money!

Fore some seconds I waited for the driver to open the door for me, but then it hit me it was a taxi not my limo.

As I walked acroos the walkway, I saw someone I knew buying a hotdog a little down the street. I wrinkled my eyebrows. God, I really had to stop doing that! I looked at the person buying the hotdog. Wasn't that? I didn't care anyway!

I kept on walking and opened up the glass door to the cafe as I heard the british accent yelling loudly.

"Hey!", he yelled. I turned around and saw him standing there with not only one, two hotdogs! One for each hand. How digustin!

"Don't ya remember me?", he smiled and took a big bite of one of the hotdogs. I looked with disguss on the hotdogs and took a step backwards.

"I don't think so... I've never met you before" I lied and pulled in the door to get away. I was just thinking about something else, and then he had to turn up and.... oh god!

"No, wait! The premiere? Seriously, how can you not remember? It seemed like that dress ment a lot to you...". He laughed innocent doing the last part of the sentence and I just looked angrily.

"I have to go", I mumbled.

"No, hey.... wanna get something to eat?".

NO! Athelia, please.... he's eating a hotdog! He's disgustin! And ugly!

"I looks like you're perfectly fine eating without me..." I said half sarcasm, half serious.

"Well, yeah I'm always perfect while eating, but company would be cool?". He smiled to me. He had to stop. I wasn't falling for that. I needed tea and cake. Not hotdog and an ugly-blond.

"No thankyou..." I mumbled and pulled in the door. It didn't open. Oh god, now was not the time!

"Can I atleast get your name?, he asked with hope in the weird accent.

"No", I said cold and pulled again. What was this?

He was quiet for some seconds, while I kept pulling in the door.

"It says push", he said trying not to laugh which pissed me off.I realised that on the door there was written PUSH with big red letters.

I blushed, which he obiously found cute cuz he bite his lip and looked at me with compassion. I thought that was even more embarrasing. I pushed to the door and it opened. Finally! I got away from him and those disgustin hotdogs. I decided that I hated doors. They always made me get stucked with the ugly-blonde!






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