Jolly Holiday

Shelbie was a fashion designer. Very low key, living in upper Manhattan with her junkie brother. Then she got her big break. And that big break, went by One Direction.


14. Lie

"I need to talk to you," I whispered, dragging Niall from the check out queue, "Why haven't you told me about all the things your fans have been saying about me?"

His expression grew grim as he inched closer, his voice dropping, "Can we talk about this outside. I don't -"

"No," I growled, "We're going to talk about this here."

"Shelbie, I-" there was warning in his tone, but I wasn't about to stop. I was hurt and in shock and just plain broken.

"No, I don't want to hear it," I cried, "This," I held Liam's phone, displaying all of the horrendous things people had been saying, "Keeping this from me - Niall, by not telling me this - that's a lie. We are a team, Niall Horan! Teams don't do this to one another. You shouldn't have kept this from me."

"I didn't want you to get hurt." he mumbled. I knew he was being genuine. He looked helpless. I knew he wasn't trying to hurt me maliciously, but he still had to know.

"I know you thought you were doing the right thing. I know that. But see, now I'm torn because if you would keep something like this from me, I can never know for certain that you aren't hiding something else!"

Saying all of this was making me feel horrible about myself. I had to say it though, before I forgave him and slipped back into blissful unawareness.

"How can I trust that you won't do this again?" I asked. A stray tear manage to fall free. Otherwise, I somehow managed to keep myself in check.

"I - I don't know," he admitted. I've never seen him so lost for words, "But I'm sorry."

I took a deep breath, composing myself, "I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. But I mean it, Niall. If anything like this happens again, I'm out. I'm done. Done with you, with this...thing that we have, and done with One Direction. If this happens again, I'm packing my bag and going home."

With that, I shoved Liam's phone back into his hands an trudged back to the bus. I slammed the door behind me, running my fingers feverishly through my hair. Then I lost it.

My body went entirely numb as I collapsed in a semi-fetal position on the couch. I could feel my body convulsing with dry sons. I didn't even have enough strength in my body to cry anymore.

"You know they aren't all bad. The fans. Most of them actually support you." I sat up, just as Katie cleared the doorway, "You know they have a nickname for you and Louis. They call you Shouis. It was actually trending on Twitter for a couple hours yesterday." I couldn't help but giggle at that. She came to sit beside me on the couch and ran a hand through my hair as she began to reason, "I've been getting it too, you know?"

Well, I could empathize obviously. I couldn't help but think that it wasn't exactly the same though. She wasn't the one who was caught drinking the night away with Daddy Direction. She wasn't the one who was caught dancing in the street with Louis and Niall. No, she only had one boy to worry about. Now, I was pretty sure I had three. Still, I suppose she got the gist of what was happening to me, "You know, I might've been able to handle it, if it were just the fans-"

"You mean someone you know has been chastising you?" She seemed genuinely concerned. I believe she may have seen a bit of a kindred spirit in me.

"Eleanor, Louis' ex girlfriend," my voice began to quiver. I could hardly even finish the sentence. It made me sick to my stomach, "She called me a home wrecker." I swore to myself that I wasn't going to cry.

"Well, she's obviously wrong. She broke up with him, because he was in to someone else! Oh..." you could practically see the puzzle pieces snap together in her head, "Sorry." she muttered.

"It's fine. It just sucks because I know that for as long as I am on your with One Direction this is never going to end. I'm never going to be Shelbie Porter, the Designer from Indiana. I'm going to be Shelbie Porter, the slùt who broke up Louis and Eleanor."

"That's not true!" she assured me, "It'll all blow over soon and this will all just be one big, ridiculous memory soon enough."

If only it were that simple!
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