Part 2




Walking aimlessly around my brand new house was pretty much my regular. Besides being out doing photo shoots whenever necessary, the times I was free…I was home. Although I must admit it’s been an incredible journey since last years VS show, it’s all a lot to take in. I was barely home, and even when I was…I did absolutely nothing. There was nothing to do…and to be honest if it weren’t for my job, I would most likely drown myself in my own sorrows.

Something I do on a day to day basis, but I’m trying to infer at how bad of a shape I would be in. I guess I had given up awhile back, but never fully. I always had kept myself looking posh, and proper for the lights that flashed nearly every two seconds. My job required me to be at my top shape, and if I were to give up so soon…what would I be then. Nothing…really.

So, I try to remind myself, that I have a job to do, and it holds me from doing things I would regret. I never listen to myself half the time, but sometimes I do, and those are the little things that do count right?

Drowning myself in another cup of bourbon I had poured myself, I quickly gave myself a onceover in the mirror down the hall and shrugged at how bad I looked. My eyes dark from the substances I consumed, and my body fragile, and frail looking. I looked like shit…Well not fully. I had the best closet of clothes ever. Never once did I underdress, due to the fact, I was lurked by nearby paps, and being underdressed was a definite no-no. But I just looked drained.

DingDong

“Why can’t they leave the mail in the damn mailbox…” I mutter to myself, before prying open the door. To my surprise Zayn and Dana are standing at the doorway.

Saying nothing, I simply just blinked a few times, before they got the clue to speak up.

“Hi to you too!” Dana smiled, and I just half smiled, and nodded my head.

Taking a sip of the strong liquid at hand, she went on about a special day, and hoped that I would accept becoming her maid of honor.

Wait wait wait…maid of what. Time to break the news to her.

“It’s very kind of you to offer me such an honor…But I’ll have to decline. I’m not suited for that sort of title, and I most likely will have a shoot sometime around that time range. Kudos to your marriage.” I raised my glass taking a gulp, before grabbing the mail, and closing the door.

“Stupid kids in love.” I mutter to myself, before tossing the mail aside.

Let me call Xander.

Hi babes…

Hi Lia dear.

Any new shoots?

Actually yes, it’s up to you. Vogue wants you for its London, Tokyo, and American cover? Sounds pretty exciting…

Enticing…Shall I get packed or just bring necessities?

Necessities…I’ll email you the ticket, they’ll scan it there. See you soon love.

I ended the call, stuffed the phone into my oversized Mui Mui bag, and quickly stuffed my on the go necessities.

Makeup, Charger, Newports, Canister of bourbon…and some blue’s….

Charging out the door, I lock it quickly behind me. About to leave, I spot Zayn and Dana in front of what looks like their car. Her hands covering her face, and his arms embracing her tightly, I sneered a bit to myself. The sight made me queasy.
Walking over towards my driveway, I could spot a few other heads in the backseat of their car. Squinting a bit, I could spot Niall, Zai….Harry….oh and the infamous Madison. What joy. Rummaging through my bag, I quickly pop open the bottle and pop two tiny blue pills into my mouth before closing the cap, and dropping it back into my bag.

Tossing the bag into the passenger seat I shut it and walk over to the drivers seat. I need to be as far away from them as possible.

Hopping into my audi r8, I quickly shuffle through my bag, and notice that dummy me forgot her car keys. Fishing out my house keys, I walk back over to the house, and jiggle open the lock, walking in quickly to grab my car keys and go.

Stopping slightly at the body mirror in the hall , I admire that Xander picked out a well suited outfit out for me.

Today especially since I was flying out to another country soon, I wore high waisted leather pants, and a super crop baggy olive green tee, finishing it off with a pair of thin pointy stillettos. I guess I don’t look that bad…I slurred. The alcohol and substance starting to fully kick in.

Halting at the door, I spot Niall standing at the doorway, staring at me.

“Take a picture, I’m sure it’d last longer.” I spat, before locking the door behind me.

“Lia…no hi? Nothing?” He smiles fondly, but I just blink back at him.

He must be expecting good ol Lia to jump on him, and hug him in a tight embrace.
Not happening.

“Oh come on…no hug..” He opens one arm wide, and uses the other to pull me close. But I quickly retreat my hand.

“Do. Not. Touch. Me.” I grit, before strutting back over to my car.

This is why I hate living in London. I mutter, pressing the gas pedal as hard as I can. Racing off onto the highway.

Notes

The whole Part 2 won't be filled with abuse, but it's a mention that i wanted to warn about just in case you guys weren't comfortable with the idea.

I'd like to know what you would like, or suspect to happen in this story over time, maybe i might include a few of your ideas!

Also i may be doing contests! On both Caution and Surely Love! I might quote a few lyrics? Ask questions…Do you guys think that's an awesome idea? I might even contest like prizes or i'll read your fanfics

SOOO comment below your thoughts!




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