"How long will you be gone for?" Niall asked lightly, wiping the sides of his mouth with the table napkin as he slumped back into his seat after the fulfilling meal.
Jamie had suddenly decided to take him out for lunch, and even though the idea did shock Niall in the beginning, he still obliged. They were still boyfriends, despite everything that happened between them behind closed doors.
"A month. Maybe more," The curt reply made the blonde frown a bit, wondering whether this trip was something more than just a work experience for Jamie. The man was known for his playboy ways and Niall was in no way capable of taming him. He had tried and failed several times. Not that he had ever tried very hard. What Jamie did was none of his concern.
"I'll miss you. I hope you have a good time there." He gave a tight lipped smile to his boyfriend, letting his eyes trail at much beautiful and worthwhile things. God knows Jamie was not worth his time, not even a slight second of it.
The restaurant was a beautiful one, a high profile area where only the rich could afford a proper meal. There was a chandelier over head and Niall's gaze didn't want to leave the shimmering crystals and the beautiful lilac and white wallpaper. It was all very calm, the people around having little conversations, nobody was being insignificantly loud and no young toddler was crying his heart out. Everyone was basically having a very sophisticated and proper meal. Niall hated it instantly.
"When do you have to leave?" The sooner he left, the better. The blonde's brain was already raking for everything he could do once Jamie decided to board his plane and leave for a month. He could go and visit Louis, that was on the top of his list, to visit his best mate. He could sign up for that Ad deal that was waiting his approval. He might be just a rising star but Niall was still famous, a bit more than Jamie but they never discussed this.
Even though the dirty blonde sitting in front of his eyes was not even a slightest bit interested in Niall's question or into feeding his queries, he still quirked an eyebrow, giving Niall a huge smile, one that might charm the cameras and the countless models he worked with but nothing worked on Niall. It was as if the Irishman was made of ice.
"I'll be leaving tomorrow. Early morning. I have a photo-shoot tonight and then I'm out." Niall noticed how Jamie's voice was way too high pitched, even more than Louis' and that's saying something. It was annoying when Jamie talked for long and the blonde that suffered through the torture of just sitting there while his lovely boyfriend read out his speeches for awards and whatnot, again and again.
"I wish you a good flight." Another lie. Inwardly Niall was just waiting for the plane to crash and crumble into pieces but then he reminded himself that there were going to be other people on it, other better people, people who actually weren't so selfish and annoying, people who had a family to go back to and that thought was enough to make him stop. He just wanted to wish doom upon Jamie, other innocents weren't meant to ever be the target.
"Thank you love. Now hurry along, I'll drop you back to the studio and then I'll go for some real work." The older man bit his lip to conceal the small smirk waiting to sneak out but Niall could still see the sarcasm in his eyes, the sheer amusement they held every time Niall so much as talked about writing new songs or just started strumming his guitar.
"I'm just glad my real work doesn't demand me to go about half naked in such a dreadful London weather but to each it's own I suppose." He felt a firm hand digging into his back, nails pressing into the flesh even through his silk t-shirt and the pain was enough to make him cry out, whine and moan for help but he suppressed the desire to do so. Why should he give this cold hearted, selfish brat the satisfaction of knowing that he was affecting him in some way or the other?
"My work is what allows you to walk around in such rich and expensive places. To wear that silk shirt which probably cost more than anything you had ever experienced in your past life. Don't forget where you come from Niall," Jamie answered smoothly, the calm in his voice just made the hair on Niall's neck stand in alarm. Soon he felt the pain again, this time around his wrist, definitely meant to leave bruises but yet appear as if it was just a firm and possessive grip. At least that's how the media always made it out to be. They were the loving couple. Jamie was the caring rich boyfriend, even though Niall never asked to be saved and looked after. He was fine strumming his guitar in the streets of Ireland.
Jamie dragged him outside the restaurant, the hot air was a welcoming difference for Niall when compared to the cold chilling air conditioner working inside. The flashes from the camera were another thing he welcomed, for the first time ever because Jamie loosened his grip a little, letting Niall go completely when the paparazzi started directing all questions towards him. What an attention whore!
"Are you alright?" It was almost impossible to hear that soft and husky voice over the roar of the public, the screaming fans and the annoying questioning paps but Niall still heard it, clutching his hands closer to his chest, he leaned in the direction of the tall bodyguard, watching a hint of concern and something very close to anger flare in those green eyes. Niall chuckled.
"I'm okay." He almost didn't notice the cameras and the crowd moving a bit ahead of them, but at Harry's voice yelling out instructions in the mouth piece, Niall knew the small time he had to caress his own wounds, the red bruises around his wrist, was almost over.
"Here." A hand gripped his arm, softly this time, way too gently as if a bit more pressure might just be the end of Niall. He frowned at the bodyguard, glancing at the object he had somehow managed to discreetly push into Niall's palms.
"Sunglasses?" The blonde stared at them in suspicion.
"You're crying." Niall blinked twice, reaching his hand out lightly towards his cheeks and sure enough, it was damp from his tears. He cursed himself for letting Jamie get to him, with his words and his physical pain. That was the one thing Niall was avoiding at all costs, breaking down because of such a selfish son of a bitch.
"Thank you." He walked straight ahead, into the loud crowd of people, aware that Harry was following behind and quickly placed the glasses on, a fake smile on his lips as he greeted everyone. There was a pressure clawing at his insides as Jamie wrapped his arms around his slim waist, pulling his closer to his chest and answering every question with an excitement Niall just couldn't ever manage to muster. He would much rather stay inside the studio and work on songs, sing them and record them, perform them in stadiums than stay there being a toy for these disgusting people's entertainment.
"Niall, how is the album coming along? This will be your big break after your first single. How does it feel like to be doing something of your own?" Niall frowned a bit, smiling at the excited gleam in the reporter's eyes. She was definitely new, excited about doing these things, definitely genuinely curious about what he was going to do. Niall for the first time, felt welcomed by the media.
"It feels - "
"He's not going to do that for long. It's just a temporary thing - this pop music phase he's in. We're planning our future soon, after I'm done with my shoots for Abercrombie & Fitch." He pressed his lips together, the tugging feeling at his chest becoming heavier by every second. The girl passed him a small look of concern before turning back to question Jamie. Of course. Always the center of everyone's attention.
Niall felt his breathing getting heavier as he turned around to stare at the crowd, not understanding why his gaze was flickering from one face to another way too quickly and everything looked blurry. He held onto Jamie's arm, frowning when the older man turned around to look at him, screaming his name, a frown of concern etched on his face and Niall turned his head around, chest heaving as those ocean green eyes came into his view, the black suited figure making his face from among the crowd of bustling teens. Niall felt himself falling, before everything went black.
AN/ Not the greatest first chapter but I didn't want anything to be way more than 2k words. Plus, the first chapters are always boring af.
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Thoughts on Jamie's character? In case u want to know what he looks like, he looks exactly like the boy in Ariana's music video of Into you, the one she is taking pictures with and he's flirting around with other girls.
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Random question: Pepsi or mountain dew? lol
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