Not Finished Yet

Zayn dropped me off in front of the building.
"Here, wear this. Remember, no social media, and stay LOW." I nodded. "I'll pick you up in an hour." I nodded, and got out. I walked in, and got in the elevator. Luckily, no one noticed it was me. Or they don't care anymore. I took a deep breath. The elevator dinged, and I walked out. People rushed past me.
"Uh, I'm here to talk to management." I said. The secretary typed on her computer.
"Yes, he's expecting you." I nodded, and walked in.
"Niall, take a seat." I sat in a big fluffy black chair. I leaned back. And took off the hat and sunglasses. He looked at me. "Niall, I assume you know why your here."
"I have an idea." I said. He took a deep breath.
"I'm here to talk to you. I have pictures of you going off in a rampage. And, people are threatening to expose them to the world." I froze. Someone took pictures of me at my HOUSE?
"It was a one time deal, I was just..." I trailed off, unable to answer.
"Niall, I know what your going through. The loss of a loved one. But, if you can't move on, we can't stop. Business is business."
"So, what's your saying is that, if I don't move on, I can't be part of One Direction anymore?" He was silent.
"I'm sorry. Its business." I nodded. "If you don't fix your act soon, you'll be cut." A lump formed in my throat. But I nodded. I got up and started walking away. I put the hat and glasses on. "Let go, or no more." He said, as I left.
Let go, or no more.
I've got to let go soon.
Or I will not be One Direction anymore.
Let go. I heard Meliday's voice in my ear.
But, what if I can't let go?

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