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"Acacia's calling me," I hissed to Chloe on the other side of the line, panic seeping through me.
"Her timing couldn't be better," she replied, a smirk evident in her tone.
"You just told me to avoid her. Does that mean I can still talk to her over the phone?" I asked hopefully, but already knowing the answer. It was worth a try.
"What the hell do you think? I want you to distance yourself from her completely. No talking, no meeting up, and definitely not your continuous flirting."
"Don't tell me what to do, or else -" I began to threaten angrily. It was degrading to have to follow whatever this girl said; I'd literally be like some kind of animal having to obey her every wish.
"Or else nothing. It's either her or your career."
I stayed silent.
"Just what I thought. Now, I want you to call her and tell her you never want to see her again. Oh, and I also want you to tell her that you don't care about her at all. That you've found someone new that's replaced her."
"And who would that be?" I managed to say through my gritted teeth.
"You're dating me now." Chloe said shortly, completely blunt and without question.
"Ha! You?" I laughed dryly. "I'd never be with you, and you know that."
"But Acacia doesn't. Now, go on, tell her. She can't be on hold forever."
"I don't want to. You can't make me! I can't hurt her like that, Chloe. You don't understand how much she means to me."
"Aw, isn't that sweet?" she cooed mockingly. "Now hurry up, or you can kiss goodbye the famous life and your four bandmates. You realise that if I release those photos it would not only hurt you but them as well? Their families would be affected too. All because of one drunken night. Are you seriously willing to jeopardise them for some random girl you've known for a few weeks?"
"Stop stuttering. Now go on. Tell her."
I was biting on my lip so hard I knew it was eventually going to bleed, but I couldn't care less. I didn't want to hurt the boys, and I didn't want to hurt Acacia.
As much as I've spiralled into drunken rages, partied until six am when there was a signing in less than an hour, refused to cooperate in every little decision Niall made, pushed Liam and Zayn away when they tried to ask whether they could help and shouted at Louis how he was a terrible friend, they had stuck with me. Would I really want to throw that all away? All for a girl?
It was another harsh realisation when I remembered that Acacia cheated on me barely a day ago, and my fingernails were digging into my hand when I recalled the image of her lips on Zayn’s.
Being heartbroken sucks.
Maybe saying that I didn't want her in my life would be a good thing. Closure, I suppose. I wouldn’t mean a word of it, and Acacia might see right through it, but was our relationship was beyond repair anyway?