MARIGOLD |H.S. AU|

CHAPTER NINETEEN*

A/N -

I am sorry this chapter is late, I thought it was necessary to take a break from updating with everything that happened on Twitter.

It is important to me that you all know that I stand with victims, I want to listen, support and learn through this incredibly difficult time.

I've struggled to find the words on how to articulate myself, it's been something I've had trouble processing.

It's hard to understand someone that you admired is not who you expected, and I am unexplainably sorry for anyone who has fallen victim to her actions. I stand with you, and I am here for you.

This is not something I have taken lightly and I have removed her from all my social media, and any references that were in any authors note's of mine have also been removed.

I want to always create a fun and safe space for all of you beautiful people, and PLEASE know that anything that you are struggling with, you are more than welcome to give me a message and everything stays between us. If you need someone to vent to, I am here.

I love you all so much, please do not ever invalidate anyone else's or your own feelings.

YOU MATTER.

TW - Drug usage

When we walk into the club after being bombarded by the press that I expected, it is very similar to the many other places Martin has sent me to.

Harry didn't expect the extremities the press go to in situations like this, I could tell by the expression on his face as we were being escorted into the club by the bouncer, when he spotted our car pulling up.

Dealing with the press and being a public figure is challenging, especially when you're travelling to different countries a lot.

There are different laws and standards of what the press are allowed to do in certain countries, but when you travel quite a lot, it's hard to remember what you're allowed to enforce when you're in certain places, and they know that too. They exploit that by just ignoring the rules and just getting pictures of you to write ridiculous stories to sell however they can, knowing that you don't know the variety of rules in different places.

I learn the London laws and that's what I go with, when I'm abroad I just have to accept that it's inevitable and move on.

It's shitty and it's not ideal but it's what I have to live with.

I was never a big face in the public eye until I was seen out with Louis for the first time, and after his music blew up and his concerts were selling big numbers, Martin pushed me down the route of using my social media to my advantage with him, in the direction of using my platform for fame and attention with Louis.

Now the press look for any way they can criminalise me or make me look like an evil person, and I already know I'm going to be branded a cheater by the morning after being seen with Harry, and I will wake up to angry texts from Martin asking why I'm so stupid for letting him come with me. Well, he should've had Louis fly out with me then shouldn't he?

When we get inside the club we see that it's more like a cabaret, with dancers on the stage in beautiful costumes making it look very glamorous and luxurious. We are taken to a booth, no doubt a VIP one Martin had reserved, of course.

There are golden yellow lights illuminating up the wall, with the booths very close together, closer than usual, and a strip of blue LED lights on the lining of the floorboards.