‘Oct 25 2017, Jessica Linn
The girl behind the album Flicker
Niall Horan admits writing solo album ‘Flicker’ with one girl in mind, a secret relationship during his One Direction days. The Irish heartrob has always been the most secretive when it comes to relationships, so it is no surprise that questions starts to rise when the album drops as to who is the inspiration behind all these songs. A close source to the singer confirmed that he had in fact had a long term relationship with an Australian law student that he met on tour. The source said that they were so in love and he was absolutely head over heels for her. I guess that very much explains his unnecessary often trips to Australia, doesn’t it? Apparently, the two called it quits after two years when Niall started getting really big and had too much on his plate to handle the responsibility of having a girlfriend. Aw, Niall... It is clear from all the heartfelt, passionate lyrics how much the relationship meant to him and how deeply it affected him. But don’t worry Niall fans because he is very very single right now, who knows which one of us might be that lucky person to mend his broken heart back together?’
I clutch the brown bag in my hand, softly knocking on Maggot’s door with my shaky hands. “Come in.” He speaks. I let myself in and slide the bag on his table, not even speaking a word. He gives me a lot and opens the brown bag, sliding the piece of paper inside it. It takes him a minute or two to scan through what’s inside before letting out a very very cold laugh. He sighs tossing the paper on his table, leaning back on his chair. “You can go now. Can you please call Bailey in?” He asks and I nod turning to the door. “Oh and y/n?” He stops me. “Put your things back where they are. You’re not leaving us.” He says and I nod. “Thank you, sir.” I choke out before getting myself out of his room, tapping Bailey twice on her shoulder motioning her to Maggot’s office. I quickly walk out of the office, my heels tapping on the cold ground loudly before locking myself in a bathroom stall and start sobbing again loudly.
I lock myself in my room, sitting in front of my laptop that’s not even on sobbing. I know it won’t change the fact that People is letting me go, I just can’t believe that this has to happen to me. Out of all the things I’ve done in the company, all the articles I have wrote that they picked to be on the magazine, after six years they just let me go as if that meant nothing. What can I do in thirty days? I don’t want to find a new job because I love my job, I don’t want to do anything else but to write. I finally turn off my phone after the fiftieth call from Niall asking if I’m okay. Of course I’m not, and he can’t change how I feel so might as well leave me the fuck alone. I finally decide that it’s not good for me to just sit here and weep so I slip on my slippers and grab my phone to take a quick walk outside. I comb my damp hair a few times and wipe my swollen face with wipes to make myself look less like a mess, fixing my foggy glasses before walking out. I almost jump when I see a figure sitting on my porch looking at his phone. “The hell are you doing here?” I ask, sounding a bit meaner than I wanted. “I knocked, you didnt answer. I was worried.” Niall says slowly rising from my wood chair. “You look horrible.” He states the truth making me scoff. “Princess.” He pulls me in his chest and I immediately start to cry again. “What happened? Why are you not telling me anything?” He asks but I just cry harder. “I just want to be alone.” I tell him and he nods. He walks me back in my room, helps me change into something more comfortable and tucks me in the bed. “I’m obviously not going to leave you alone, but I’ll give you some space. I’ll be downstairs.” He says pressing his lips on my forehead and takes my glasses off. I turn to the ceiling thinking of the walk I didn’t get to take as Niall turns off the lights, and then something clicks. “I can never have everything, can I?” I ask before he walks out. In the darkness of the room, I can see clearly the confusion growing on his face. “It’s always an ‘either’ ‘or’. I can never have everything.” I mumble, my mind starting to get too messed up.👇👇👇
So I haven't posted in about four months, mostly because I was stressed and studying for exams but also because since one direction are inactive as a band rn I'm kind of an inactive fan. Also I had very few ideas for posts and really did not have the motivation to find anything so if you guys have any requests or suggestions I would appreciate it
I quietly slip down to my desk in the office. Bailey is already there when I enter, but she doesn’t look up to me, and I don’t look down to her too. Ever since that day I confronted her, we haven’t spoken a single word to each other. “Y/n,” Maggot calls out from his office. ”My office, please” He says and disappearing shortly after. I try to rethink all the things I might’ve done wrong, I couldn’t think of any. My eyes meet Bailey’s and she quickly looks away, but I know she’s curious too. I stand up from my seat and walk to Maggot’s office, knocking the door twice before letting myself in and sit in front of his desk. He has his arms crossed together looking all serious making me feel more anxious that I already am. “As you know it has been very quiet in People. We’re just not as popular as we were and the things we can write are decreasing day by day.” He explains and I nod, not really sure how this has anything to do with me. “Look, there’s really no easy way to say this. And this has nothing to do with you, I like you. But there are just too many journalists in the building and not enough stories to write for everyone.” He says. “So I’ve decided to let you go.” He finishes. I can’t even breath. I’ve spent six years in this company, this is my whole life. What am I going to do with myself if it’s not here? “I’m giving you thirty-days to sort things out. I’m very sorry that we have to let you go.” He tells me but I can’t look at him. What am I suppose to say? That’s it’s okay? That I understand? Because it’s not okay and I don’t understand at all. I stand up and walk out the door without any other words, grab my bag, and walk out of the building.