The Setup

My stupid alarm woke me up. But to be honest I am thankful. That alarm is my saving grace from my nightmares. It was only 5:30am. I roll out of bed and go shower. I get out and change into a pair of yoga pants and a baggy tee. I went and blow-dried my hair. I finished with all of the bathroom stuff so I packed that wherever there was space. I went a grabbed a banana and milk. Mickey comes out. "Today sucks." I look at him. Honestly everyone is shocked when I say that we would never date. He is attractive don't get me wrong. Strong jawline, stunning blue eyes, tan skin, and brown hair. But I just can't let myself get close to people who could break my heart. Its happened too many times. My parents and Ted were enough to make me never want to love someone again. It was almost 6:30 by the time that Mickey and I got all my suitcases loaded up in his car. Which we rarely use. Generally we walk everywhere. I mean this is the city. "Alright let's go…"
"Wow careful there…you almost sounded happy." Mickey sticks his tongue out at me. It was about a 10 minute drive to Niall's flat. We get there and I call him. "Hey…um I'm downstairs…I don't know what you want--"
"I'll be right down." Then he hung up on me. I looked at my phone with confusion. He hung up on me! Mickey looks at me with a smirk on his face. "What's the matter babe? Trouble in paradise?"
"Shut up! He's coming down to help I think…" Mickey just snorted. Suddenly there was a tap on his window. We both jumped. There stood a smiling Niall. Mickey just glared at him. I waved back and got out of the car. "The bags are in the back…"
"Okay, is he going to help or just glare at me?" I went back and told Mickey to help. He got out and continued to glare at Niall. I am not about to tell him to stop. I would glare at him too if I could. "Okay is this everything?"
"Yep." I pop the 'p' because I'm sassy and tired. And believe me…they don't mix well. "The car is just up here." We get to the car. It’s a large, black SUV. Some dude is already there to open the trunk and help with the bags. I hear Mickey mutter "Must be nice to have people there to do everything for you." I elbow him in the gut but I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. Which Niall heard. "What? What's funny?" Mickey spoke up with a cocky grin. "Oh nothing you would understand. For we are just common folk." I could barely contain my laughter. "I think it's time for you to go. Come on Cleo."
"What? But its not even 7! I still have 5 more minutes with Mickey! Then you have me for what? Months! Jesus loosen your corset." Mickey and I were leaning on his car cracking up at the face Niall was making. Harry comes out and looks at us then at Niall. "What's happening down here?" Mickey and I just continue laughing. "Cleo its time for us to go." Oh yea he was angry at me. "Yes your highness. You're wish is my command." I do a fake curtsy while Mickey falls to the ground laughing. I help him up while laughing. "Alright Mickey. We've made enough jokes at Niall's expense. It is time for us to say our see you laters." That makes Mickey stop laughing and hug me. I wrap my arms around his waist. I feel the tears coming but I hold them back. "Cleo, oh I will miss you so much. If you ever want to leave and come back. I will be waiting. You are the greatest friend I have. And I--" He starts to cry. "Oh Mickey stop crying please! You'll be fine. I'll talk to you all the time. And I'm going to send you postcards from everyplace! Just like you did with me when you were in America modeling last year." I break the hug and smile at him. He looks over at my shoulder at Niall then back at me. "See you later I guess…"
"See you later." He gets into his car and drives away. I feel completely alone and surrounded by people I barely knew. Then suddenly another car pulls up and out comes the rest of the band. Louis, I think, asks if Harry and Niall were ready. Zayn smiled at me but I just glared back. I was not in the mood to be fake. "Come on Cleo we are in this car." Niall sounded a bit frustrated…probably because of me. I don’t care though. It was a short drive to the airport. There was a crap ton of press there. Great. I have to be all lovey dovey now. Kill me now. I groan and Niall just snaps. "Well you agreed to it so stop. And also I don't like it when my girlfriend makes fun of me. I have no choice over the security being around 24/7. Okay? So just fucking stop with this whole façade you are putting on, its not attractive." And then he jumped out of the car. I sat there for a moment. To be honest I was shocked he couldn't take a joke. I took a deep breath and got out as well. I couldn't find Niall. That asshole left me with the press! They swarmed me. Snapping pictures and screaming questions at me. I didn't even know where the fucking entrance was. Suddenly someone pulled me by my arm and down I went. I hit the ground. Then Niall came running over, more or less considering his limp. He shoved the press away. I was getting up and noticed my arm had a huge cut on it. What the fuck? I looked around to see what I could've scraped it on. Then I saw a post with some blood on it. "Are you okay? I looked back and you weren't there. Holy shit Cleo your arm. I fucking hate the paps." Wow he actually sounded like he cared. But he purposefully left me alone with them. "Lets just go inside." My arm was dripping blood and I saw that all the boys were staring. I also noticed a private jet waiting for us and our bags were being loaded on. "Cleo…you need to get that cleaned or something…" The press was nowhere around to hear so my ugly side showed its face. "Don't even act like you care Niall. You left me back there to deal with them. You knew I don't have any experience when it comes to crazy press. And my arm is fine."
"I didn't leave you Cleo! You were right behind--"
"Shut up! I don't want to fucking hear it." I walk to a table that has towels on it and grab one. I press it too my arm and see that the bleeding has stopped. "Cleo…"
"What?" I snap at him again. I am so fucking done with this. Is it too early to call Mickey and beg him to take me away? "You're sure your arm is fine?"
"Yes. I've had worse." Oops. Shouldn’t have said that. His brow furrowed at my comment. I chucked the towel in the trash. The boys were still staring at me. Harry was more of glaring though. "What do you mean you've had worse?"
"Nevermind. It's not important. Lets just go please. I am tired." He nods and takes my hand. I am even too tired to pull away. His fingers intertwine with mine nicely. We get to the plane and he sits by me. The flight was just over one hour long. So we landed at about 9:30ish. Then we drove to the hotel. We got there and we went to check in. Liam, Louis, Zayn and Harry were all sharing a room. "And you and Ms. Somerson are in room 301." WHAT? Niall just took the keys and pulled me behind him. I was too shocked to even try to stop. We got to our room which was across from the boys. Please let there be two beds. We entered and saw only one king sized bed. "Hell no! HELL NO!"
"Shit. Um…" Niall called someone. He just hung up on them. "They purposely did this. Damn it!"
"I am not sharing a bed with you!!"
"Why? We did whenever you slept over at my house. We will make a barrier." I wanted to bash my head with the door. Barriers won't stop me from screaming in the night. Barriers won't stop my nightmares from happening.

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