5 minutes of fame

Kayla has always been bullied for her weight at school. On a daily basis she comes home to her parents arguing about money. She has nobody to open up to, until her life takes a spin when she sends a suicidal tweet to Niall Horan. Who changes her life.


26. Trash talk begins

Niall's P.O.V

I couldn't think straight. My mind was all over the place. I knew I had to find Kayla. Harry was beyond wrong for saying all that. I needed to stop thinking about Harry, I would deal with him later. I got off the elevator and walked out the building  The sun almost blinded me and I had  to put on my shades. I looked around Kayla was nowhere to be seen. I didn't know how to get a hold of her. 

I started walking down the street. It was a casual morning so not many people were there. I tried to remember if Kay took her phone with her. I didn't want to call and have Harry answer it, in case she forgot it in the condominium. Without thinking twice I got out my phone and called her number, and waited. It seemed like an eternity, but then she picked up and said

"Don't ever call me." 

"Kayla, please! Where are you?"

Without hearing me out she coldly hanged up. I tried dialling her number again, and again. She might off turned it off because it went straight to her voice mail. I needed help. I should call the guys and ask them for help, yes I'll do that.

I quickly called Liam, my phone almost slipped off my hands by how fast I was dialling his number.


I cut him off and quickly said," Hold on, add Zayn and I'll add Louis."

When there were 4 of us I told the guys the entire story. How Harry was pissed off and sort of drunk and how he called Kayla fat, and that Kayla is missing.

"What's gotten into Hazza?" Zayn asked 

"Its about Taylor." Liam replied "She wrote a song about him, dissing him hard."

"Well, that still doesn't give him the right to call Kayla fat, which by the way she isn't" Zayn said

"Guys, can we discuss this later. Kayla is missing and I don't know what to do." I told them and put my head in my hands

"We have to spread out and search for her, does she have any money?" Louis asked

"I don't know. She probably had around 30 pounds with her, I gave her my credit card this morning but she threw it in Harry's face this morning."

"Then she can't go out the country, she won't have enough money." Liam said

"What do we do now?" Zayn said

"We go in our cars and start looking all over London. Zayn you take the North side of London, I'll take the East, Niall you take the west side, since you live there and Lou you take the south side." Liam told us. 

"Uhh, yeah. Quick problem." Lou said 

Liam groaned and asked what the problem was.

"I am meeting Elanor's parents for dinner tonight."

"Tell them your close friend is missing." Zayn said

"Uhh, okay fine. Elanor and I will take the South side."

"Okay we'll keep in touch if anything, and if we don't find her until tomorrow I'll call the police." I told them

We all agreed and hanged up. I quickly walked back to my condo, and  headed towards my car that was parked right in front of Harry's BMW. I wanted to call Harry and ask him to help us, then I remembered what he said to the love of my life and I could feel myself getting heated again. I wanted to throw a rock in his wind shield.

Instead I took my keys out and walked over his shiny black polished car.  I stuck my keys out and  walked; scratching the side of his door. I was walking casually like nothing had happened, I turned around and looked at my work. I saw a long big scratch. I was pushing hard on the keys and a little bit of car's paint had come off. I grinned. Harold is going to be pissed off. Good.

I pressed the button on my car keys and unlocked my door and sat down, and started the car. My radio was on it's loudest volume and when the car turned on, the radio blasted, nearly giving me a heart attack. I turned the volume down and listened to the song.

<< It's miserable and magical, oh, yeah. Tonight's the night when we forget about the heartbreaks. It's time. Uh oh. I don't know about you. But I am feeling 22.>>

What a stupid song. I thought and started driving. I was deep into thought when the radio dj started talking. 

"You were listening to Taylor Swift and her new song 22. Sources says that this song was about Harry Styles and their breakup Let the trash talk begin!"

Whoa! That was the song about Harry? Good job Taylor! I needed to give her a call and thank her for that song.

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