The Setup

I am sitting here in the waiting room with Simon. I hear what is a monster argument going on in Rachel's office. I hear a screaming girl which I assume is Cleo. My Cleo. I suppose I should give you some background huh? Well before I was famous I was just a boy from Mullingar. Cleo Somerson was my best friend since as long as I can remember. We did everything together. That was until about 9 years ago when she didn't show up to school. She lived next to me so after school I went over to make sure she was okay. I heard her mom yelling and her dad throw something. I knocked and no one answered. That went on for about a month until her mom finally answered and said that Cleo went to live with relatives in Dublin. I was pretty upset. I mean she didn't even say goodbye to me. I eventually got over it and moved on. I even forgot about her. That was until I got famous. My mind wondering if she was watching somewhere in Dublin, cheering me on. Then about 3 years ago. I saw her on the cover of some magazine. She was a model? Cleo was always so shy and quiet, except around me. I was really confused. She was stunning though. We were the same age. So there's our past. So I have kept up with her since then. Finally I caved to Simon's constant nagging that I needed more press. Mostly to divert from Harry's recent rumor of him and Kendall Jenner. So I agreed but I said I got to pick the girl this time. I picked Cleo. She knew me, so I didn't have to hide anything from her. I was actually quite nervous to meet her. I mean I have so many questions, like where did she go? Why did she leave? Why didn't she ever come back? Finally the assistant lets us in. Some big security guard comes and blocks the door. My eyes instantly locked on to her. Damn she has changed. Simon is the first to speak. "Cleo its nice to meet you. I am Simon Cowell."
"Yea I know who you are. I don’t live under a rock." I am sitting right next to her. Trying to get her attention. But she won't look at me. She seems so close but so far away. Also I am speechless because the Cleo I knew would never say stuff like that. She was never so outspoken. She looks like she is about to punch someone. She looks at Rachel "Can I go?"
"No Cleo. Today the shoot you are doing will be with One Direction, then afterwards you are going on a date with Mr. Horan. Then after that you will be going on tour with them."
"Hell no. I will not being going anywhere with him. I have a job! This is all fucking stupid."
"Cleo you don't have a choice."
"I am not going MOM! Over my dead body will I be leaving with this moron." Mom? What? Her mom still lived in Mullingar. I have no idea where her dad is though. I don't know what to think right now. This isn't Cleo…this can't be the same girl I knew. But it was. Her fiery red hair was the same. And those grey eyes were the same. Her eyes were the coolest. Right now they were dark, clouded with anger that I didn't know she had. She was always so sweet. She got up to leave but Tony blocked her. She sat back down and didn't say another word. She just looked straight ahead. Avoiding eye contact with me. Shit maybe Harry was right. That this was a stupid idea. We were going on a date later today…dinner and then a movie. Maybe she will calm down by then. When it was time to leave she raced out of there. I called after her hoping for something but nothing she didn't even look back. Kind of like the first time she left me. I get back to my place at noon. Harry and I share a flat here in London. I see Harry sprawled on the couch in nothing but his boxers. "Hey Nialler…how'd it go? Did she like you?"
"I didn't really talk to her…but I will later."
"Jesus Niall…was she at least okay with it?"
"Umm…not really no."
"You are going to have your hands full."
"It will be fine. Now go put clothes on we have a photo shoot soon."
"Alright Nialler." Nialler. Cleo gave me that nickname because when we first met she couldn't really pronounce my name. And it kind of just stuck. When Harry came out we left. We got there before her. Liam, Louis, and Zayn came shortly after us. Then she came in. All our heads snapped up and looked at her. Liam asked me "Is that her mate?" Yea that's her. The girl that refuses to acknowledge me even though we had a past.

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