A Beautiful Mess

Which one of us pissed you off? "All you are 1s just another future washeD up popster. #RIPpopstar"

I didn't have time to answer his text. I didn't have time for him or any of his mates either. I was running late as it was and answering a text would only make me even more late.

Snatching up my book bag, I threw it on my shoulder and practically ran out the door. As soon as I got in my car, my phone started blaring Chance The Rapper.

I got the juice, I got the juice
CHANO, Chathams own
Foolies glad I'm home
Even my haters kinda glad I'm on
Rest In Peace to my Vagabond—

"'Ello?" I answered with a sigh.

"You're ignoring your parents."

It was Ronnie.

"And?" I questioned. "They pissed me off. I think they'll live not talking to me for a few days."

I could just picture her rolling her eyes. "They just don't want to lose clients, Spence."

A dark chuckle bubbled from my lips. They'd went whining to my best friend. My fucking best friend. They were in their mid-forties and they were going to my eighteen year old friend to gossip. It would only cause drama. Drama that I didn't need. No one needed the amount of drama I had in my life. I didn't even need it.

"Well shit happens. It's not like they haven't lost clients before," I snapped. "And could you maybe stay out it? It doesn't involve you."

"I was just trying to help, Spence."

"I don't need help, Ronnie. I didn't ask for it."

She was right pissed. You could tell by her voice. "What the fuck ever. Ruin your life and see if I'm there to help you pick up the pieces. Continue going down the destructive path at full speed. You'll end up crashing and you won't know what to do. So, yeah, I won't help you anymore. Goodbye."

And with that she hung up. With a roll of my eyes, I tossed my phone in the passenger seat and turned on the radio. It was on full blast and I didn't care. The vibrations made me go into my own world; made me forget my shitty life at the moment.

(The end is the end)
(Don't bless me father for I have sinned)

Father did you miss me?
I've been locked up a while.
I got caught for what I did but took it all in style.
Laid to rest all my confessions I gave way back when.
Now I'm versed in so much worse,
So I am back again.
And he said

For the lines that I take, I'm going to hell!
For the love that I make, I'm going to hell!

Gettin' heavy with the devil, you can hear the wedding bells.

Father did you miss me?
Don't ask me where I've been.
You know I know,
Yes, I've been told I redefine a sin.
I don't know what's driving me to put this in my head.
Maybe I wish I could die, maybe I am dead!
And he said

For the lives that I fake, I'm going to hell!
For the vows that I break, I'm going to hell!

For the ways that I hurt, while I'm hiking up my skirt.
I am sitting on a throne while they're buried in the dirt.

For the man that I hate, I'm going to hell!

Gettin' heavy with the devil, you can hear the wedding bells.

Please forgive me father,
I didn't mean to bother you.
The devil's in me father.
He's inside of everything I do.

For the life that I take, I'm going to hell!
For the laws that I break, I'm going to hell!
For the love that I hate, I'm going to hell!
For the lies that I make, I'm going to hell!

For the way I condescend and never lend a hand.
My arrogance is making this head buried in the sand.
For the souls I forsake, I'm going to hell!

Gettin' married to the devil, you can hear the wedding bells.

I was going to hell for what I did, but I honestly didn't care. You only live once. Don't waste away your life being subpar. Go above and beyond. Party your life away. Sleep with who you want. Do whatever you want. Drink whatever you want. Do what you want to do.


"Hey mate, is Spencer here?"

"She's up in her booth."

"Thanks man."

I was hiding up in my booth. Like, I was literally hiding. My small body was under the desk and my laptop was in my lap. I might have possibly been on tumblr...scrolling through the One Direction tag. Some of the things these Tweens posted was absolutely hilarious. The imagines or whatever you called them. Oh god, I was in stitches. And the stories, I was dying of laughter.

A head ducked under the desktop and it happened to be Niall's. Oh great. Just who I wanted to see. "May I?" He asked, motioning beside me. I shrugged. "Would you listen if I said no?"

"Nope." He popped the 'p' as he got down on the floor and crawled to sit beside me. "Not a chance."

He shot me a grin as I looked over at him, then his eyes moved down to my laptop screen. "1D tumblr tag, eh?"

I just smirked. "Your fans have twisted minds," I replied. "Raunchy minds too."

He cackled. "Oh trust me, I know!" I continued to scroll through tumblr, stopping every one and then to have myself a giggle. "Have you ever read any of our fan fictions? Some of them are right creepy!"

I grinned a sheepish grin. "Actually," I started. "I may have possibly started reading this one about Harry where the girl hits him with her. It's called 'Sugar On The Asphalt' and it's pretty good so far."

At that, he busted out laughing. Like full on laughing with his head thrown back and his mouth wide open.

"What?!" I exclaimed. "It's a good story!"

He finally managed to calm down after a few minutes. "Is the only reason you restarted reading it because it involved Harry getting hit by a car?" He asked.

Looking down at my laptop screen, I smirked. "Maybe," I mumbled.

"Oh god! That just makes it better!" I laughed at his antics and went back to scrolling. "Can I tweet this? Please?"

"NO!" My head whipped around to stare at him. "Then your fans will start twitter stalking me or 'twatching' as I say and then Harry will see it and think I actually like him since I'm reading a fanfic about him and then..just, no. No. Absolutely not."

He held his hands up in defense when I eyed his phone he was holding. "Okay, okay. I won't tweet about it. But can we at least take a picture?"

I shrugged. "Whatever." He started to take a picture but I stopped him. "Let's stand up so we can have better lighting." He nodded and we both crawled out from under the desk. He pulled me up by my hands and squished himself against me. I fixed my beanie a bit when I saw myself on his phone screen and okayed him. We both simultaneously made funny faces. Mine was an overly exaggerated happy face while his mouth was all wonky and his eyes were half closed and fully open. We looked like dorks, but whatever.

Niall Horan @NiallOfficial
Antics in the DJ stand! @SpencerMF pic.twitter.com/WQIufsBt6g


We don't know about you, but we think our little Irish prince might have a love interest.

Spencer Faust, daughter of Connor Faust and Maxwell Fossil, DJ at the new club Envy, was with Niall yesterday. In her place of employment. He snapped a few photos and posted them on his Instagram and Twitter. Caused quite the uproar in the 1D fandom across the world.

We think they would make an absolutely adorable couple. Dontcha think?



Niall, Spencer, take it from us and procreate. We want to see little Faren babies running around.