★ Marcy's POV ★

As much as I thought Niall was pretty cool for being a pop star, it didn't help that he set Kam off for the rest of the day. When we got back from grocery shopping, our flat was as silent as the grave—an indicator that things were far from well. Even Jake kept his distance, which spoke volumes.

The complex felt too quiet to sleep that night.

Thankfully, Kam awoke in a better mood than she'd fallen asleep in, so when I suggested we should check out the Hot Topic HQ to see what we're working with, she agreed. By the time we arrived, it was like yesterday never happened.

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“Merch placement has been done quite nicely.” I nodded my head in approval at the temporary on-site manager, gently nudging Kam in the shoulder for her opinion. She just mumbled what sounded like an okay and moved on, inspecting the CD aisles. Considering One Direction CDs were currently on display, I didn’t think it was a good idea to let her wander off after what happened yesterday. She might blow up again, much to Jake and I’s dismay.

“Kamila, check out the band appearances!” I shouted involuntarily, turning towards Cass, the magenta haired boss, to confirm the involvement of artists in the HQ. She lit up at the question, enthusiastically waving Kam over before starting.

“Well, we’ve got Bring Me the Horizon for sure, Black Veil Brides, Asking Alexandria...” She trailed off. “But those heavy bands are for later. Next week, at the store’s grand opening, we’re having One Direction to kick off the business. Keep in mind it’ll be a heavy day for, and my crew will be around if you’re short any—”

What?!” Kam’s head almost visibly exploded. I shoved her off the side and excused us, yanking her towards a corner to put my hand over her mouth.

“Calm down,” I hissed, pushing my palm harder against her lips. “It’s an opportunity, not the end of the world. You plan on getting back for last time, don’t you?”

When she agreed, I took back my hand.

★ Kamila’s POV ★

Kill me now.

Was that lady freaking serious? Or did Marcy set this up as a joke?

I threw an irritated glance at my best friend, rolling my eyes as I turned around to leave.

"Right, whatever you say." I said, crossing my arms. "And lemme guess, they're bringing Nando's takeout too?"

Marcy blinked slowly. "Er...no? I mean we could ask them to bring some on the way here if you'd like and--"

"Ugh! Never mind. You better not be lying; you might wake up in a hospital between now and then."

I kept my voice level, despite the panic bubbling up in my chest. This was my favorite band, after all--one of the main reasons I wanted to come here, even if Niall is a pervy douche (not to mention a really attractive one).

Meeting One Direction in the flesh couldn't be so bad, could it?

And even if it was, there's no way in hell I'd let Niall get the best of me.

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