WARNING: LANGUAGE IS REALLY BAD!
It’s been months since Niall and I have had that argument. The public knows that we are no longer together.
I thought the hate would stop, but now all I’m getting is how I’m a heartbreaker who was just with Niall for his money.
What makes it worse is I look like I’m okay, but on the inside I feel like I could fall apart at any minute.
Wesley’s tumor came back because he had grown an immunity to the chemo, so they were going to try radiation treatment. They were also going to remove this tumor before it became too big to put him in a coma, so that’s why Mandy understood when I told her that I wanted to take the job, I just couldn’t take it right now.
I wasn’t going on tour because Wesley needed me at home. He misses Niall, probably the same if not more than I do. Niall was Wesley’s dad.
What’s worse? Niall isn’t hiding anywhere.
He’s going out to parties, and golf tournaments. He’s about to leave for tour.
Everyone is curious though. He hasn’t been seen with women. He’ll have the occasional, but you can tell they are photoshopped.
“Ms. Evelina?” my assistant popped his head in.
Yes, I have an assistant. Mandy made sure I had one. I took the job, but Mandy is going to do this tour for me, and then the next tour she will be doing it with me because I will be shadowing her.
“We’ve talked about this, Ryan. Call me Evelina,” I said, looking at my desk with some stage and costume ideas for Mandy to look through, as well as some stuff to do with charity Wes and I are starting.
“I’m sorry, Evelina. You have a call on line 1. It’s Rachel.”
I grabbed the phone with such speed. Rachel was watching Wesley at her request.
“Hello?” I said, trying to sound calm.
“I’m not Rachel.”
“Who is this?”
“That’s not important.”
“If you aren’t going to tell me who you are, why did you call me? Also, how do you know my best friend’s name?”
“To donate to your charity and that’s not important.”
“Oh. Okay. It’s an anonymous donation, okay. How much would you like to donate?” I asked, taking a sip of my morning frappe.
“3 million dollars.”
My frappe was immediately all over the wall in front of me, making me cough.
“I’m sorry. Will you repeat that for me, please?”
“I’m donating 3 million dollars. This is the Wesley John Sutter Foundation, correct?”
“Yes, that is correct. Thank you so much! Your donation will be very much appreciated. You can bring it by my office anytime you would like. Can I at least get your business name? We’re making t-shirts for the fundraiser and I would love to put you on it for being our top donator.”
“Just put Modest! Management.”
I then heard the line click as the phone slipped out of my hand.
Modest would not call me. They hated me from day one. They wouldn’t even donate when I asked.
Unless… maybe Modest wasn’t the donators.
I immediately pulled my phone from my desk drawer, not even thinking twice before calling the number I have called so many times.
“Hello? Harry Styles speaking, whom may I ask is calling?”
“Harry? Why the hell did you just answer like that? It’s called Caller ID. Unless Niall is there. You only answer like that when you are around Niall. Am I on speaker?”
“Harry, you little-”
“This is not Harry’s fault, Niall! I called him shortly after what happened to make sure you were okay.”
“Okay? Why the fuck would I be okay, Evelina?”
“Maybe because you did the dumping, not the other way around.”
“Oh, because I’m just supposed to fucking ignore the fact that you said you would never marry me!”
“I’m glad I said that! Made me realize who you really were!”
“Me? Seriously? I’m the problem?”
“I’m sorry. Did I stutter?”
“No you didn’t. I’m sorry that I got pissed when I found out that you were a fucking gold-digger. How many times have you lost Wesley? Probably so many times because your dead husband’s mom looks after him so much. Is he even your fucking dead husbands?”
“You’re such a fucking asshole.”
“I’m sorry bitch, I can’t hear you over my nonexistent tears, because I really don’t care what you say.”
“Niall!” Harry yelled, who must have left the room.
“No Harry! Let him continue!”
“You’re such a gold-digging whore who has probably slept with every celebrity she’s ever danced with and has probably slept with Mark.”
“Seriously?”
“Fuck yeah and I’m not done.”
“Fuck yes you are, Niall. I loved you, and for your information I have not slept with anyone that I actually cared about but you and my late husband. You can forget ever being able to see my son or myself ever again. I wasn’t going to marry you because I made a promise to Wesley when he was born that I would never marry, but after that night I decided against it. I was going to marry you, so I’m glad I called you. Harry can bring by the check from whoever decided to make the generous offer. Oh, and if you try to see my son, I will get my lawyer involved,” I screamed down the phone before pressing end and slamming my phone down.
My assistant immediately ran in my room.
“Ms.-”
I immediately glared at him, making him aware I was not in the mood to have to correct him.
“Evelina, are you okay?”
“Just peachy, so peachy that I’m taking the rest of the day. Ryan, go home. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Would you like me to get your frappe, Evelina?”
“Yes. Get orange juice as well. My son will be coming.”
Ryan immediately became excited, making me laugh slightly.
Ryan has been working for me for a while, so he’s revealed more to me and the relationship is friends, nothing more, I can assure you. Ryan has had the same boyfriend since high school, through the hate of high schoolers because their gay, and all of that.
“Tell Chase I said hi!” I yelled as he ran out.
“’Course!” he yelled back, making me smile.
Sometimes, I wish Niall and I could’ve had that, but after today? That will never happen again.
Mistakes are to be learned from, not repeated.

Notes

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