That Brunette And Me

Amelia just moved to Britain from a small town, after having a terrible relationship with a past boyfriend. She meets superstar Liam Payne, but can she get over heartbreak, the wrath of Directioners, and being in fame? Or will she break under the pressure?



37. Fighting It Back.

*Elle's POV*

"Could you move your leg a little to the right?"

The guy who directed the shoot yelled at me for the millionth time, causing me to scream inside, moving my high-heeled foot over another 2 inches.

"That's it! Now could you look like you're actually comfortable and enjoying this?"

I smiled huge, pretending to laugh and have a great time, feeling a cramp in my leg coming on.

"Now you look in pain. You okay, dear?"

I nodded, then said, "I just have a little cramp in my leg. Can I move? Please."

He nodded back, and I relaxed, standing straight up. I stretched a bit, then continued modeling, the camera snapping and flashing.

Once the shoot was over, and all of the clothes had been returned to the rack, I packed my bag and headed on my way home. I took out my glittery iPhone and scrolled through my messages. I deleted the few from Ricky, some guy at work who turned out to be a total dickhead. I then opened up Amelia's messages, reading her latest.

From: Amelia To: Elle

I'm at Liam's, just in case you get home and I'm not there. Love you!

She had sent it at 1:00, and it was 4:30, so I sent a text back. She had to be back from his house by now, right?

To: Amelia From: Elle

What's for dinner? I'm starved!

I walked along the road, feeling the lingering stares from strangers walking alongside me. I was used to it by now, being Amelia's best friend, and her being the girlfriend of the 'big superstar' Liam Payne. I used to love One Direction, but then I grew up. They were now just... okay. Plus, I was a model, and I wasn't afraid to flaunt what I got, if you know what I mean. 

I kept scrolling through the texts, reading the names off. Ricky, Josiah, Harry, Dad, Niall- I groaned, remembering the text Niall had sent a few hours ago. I scrolled quickly, looking for his texts, before receiving another from Amelia. Looks like I'm having more frozen quiches. I thought to myself after reading her reply. She decided to stay a bit longer at Li-Li's. It was revolting, how much time they spent together.

From: Niall To: Elle

can we talk or something?

I shook my head, trying to decide what to do. Should I text him? Call him? Visit his apartment? Nah, I'm Elle, shouldn't I just ignore him a while? Give Ricky a chance? I remembered back to what Ami said to me, about me always telling myself that. I had begun to think of that as the truth a very long time ago. I don't think it can stop now.

After a long sigh, I dialed Niall's number.

On the fourth ring, he picked up, and I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

"Hello?" His familiar voice rang out from the phone like a gunshot, making my heart race to 1000 miles an hour.

"Uh, hi."

It was silent for a second, before he let out a burst of words. "Elle! Oh my God, I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelin's or anythin', I just..."

I cut him off, and he was silent once again. "Look, Niall, don't be sorry. It was my fault. I've just been stressed lately." I lied, biting my lower lip. Another stare from a wandering gaze caught my attention, and I flicked my blond hair behind my shoulder. The guy, a teenager who was at least 16, looked me up and down, and I rolled my eyes. You can look, but no touching, kid, I thought to myself as I strode past.

"Okay. Should we talk or somethin'..?" He asked slowly, not sure how to proceed.

"No, let's just forget it, okay? Meet me at my place, okay? Ami and Li-Li are hanging out past dinner, and I have mini quiches. You down?"

"See you soon then." I said happily, hanging up. Ah, that problem was resolved. Maybe.

"Ohmigod, are you Elle? Like as in Amelia Harding's best friend? Don't cha know One Direction and stuff?" a little redheaded girl bounded up to me, looking like she just saw the best Barbie doll ever. I smiled thinly and bent down to see what she wanted. I wasn't much of a fan person, and wasn't exactly a role model for them. That was Ami's job.

"That's me." I said plainly. She grinned, not noticing my tone. She held out a pen and a piece of paper. Where in the world do these people keep this stuff? Just stashed in their pants or something? I signed it obediently, putting a little heart next to my name.

"What's your name?" I asked, trying to sound sweet. I didn't sound as nice as Ami, more like my voice was dripping with bittersweet flavor, like cough syrup.

"Dylan." She replied, grinning. "No other girl I know has a name like mine! It's cause I'm super special!"

"Yes, looks like that's so! Now I have to go, Dylan. Have a very nice day!" I smiled, standing up from my crouched position. She waved, then seemed to want to say something.

"Can you say hi to all of them for me? And Amelia? Please?" She asked, her blue eyes huge. I nodded, and waved goodbye again.

I ran up the stairs, thinking. Thinking about everything. I was never too deep of a person, but for some reason I was looking too hard into what was going on in my life. I couldn't look in the past anymore. I needed to move on.

Knock, knock.

I opened the door to Niall, standing sort of awkwardly, looking at his feet.

"Hey!" I said, stepping back and letting him in. He shuffled through the door, his eyes not meeting mine. I decided to ignore the fact that he wasn't over what I did.

"Hello. How are you?" He asked it quietly, and I shook off the feeling that he hadn't quite forgiven me.

"I'm great! I made some quiches, if you want some." I said, standing up and gesturing to the kitchen. He nodded, so I walked over to the kitchen, my shoes making clicking noises every step I took. It was eerily silent, even being with Niall. He wasn't very talkative today. I grabbed a plate and put some quiches on it and picked it up. I walked back to Niall and set the plate gingerly onto the coffee table. I sat down, the couch bending with my weight. I wasn't that fat, was I? I shook my head. No, I couldn't do this again...

"So how are you?" I asked, keeping my mind on the 'now'.

"I'm fine. These quiches are good." He finally looked in my eyes and smiled a bit, which I returned.

"Thank you, though they came from the store. Still, I put them in that oven, and I think that's enough work."

I took a bite, the food suddenly tasting not appetizing. I swallowed, the greasy thing sliding down my throat. No, it's not greasy... It's fine.

"I need to show you all of the different food we've got here. Much different than your America." Niall suggested, grabbing another quiche. I felt grateful as he bit it, and I knew I didn't have to eat anymore.

"Are you okay? You look kind of pained." Niall chuckled, finishing off the quiche.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just tired from modeling and all." I lied, knowing I was good at it from years and years of lying.

"Mhm." He didn't sound convinced, which surprised me. Nobody could tell through my lies, ever. Not even Amelia. Amelia was a bad example, actually, she would believe a robber if he said he was just borrowing her stuff, and that he'd give it back.

We spent the rest of the night pretty quiet, watching a bit of T.V. until Niall decided he'd better go. He left, and I sat alone, fighting back the pit in the bottom of my stomach. I couldn't do it. I can't do that again.

I fought it back and went to sleep, not even noticing when Amelia opened the door, back home from Liam's. I slept through the night, no dreams awakening me.

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