I’ve been able to express myself. I’ve been able to release music that I just wrote completely for me. All my lyrics, all the music, the instruments, all coming straight from me. So it’s a nice freedom in that sense.
Maisie Dalton fixed things. And Niall Horan was definitely broken.
Niall wasn’t exactly sure what was happening, he just knew his phone had exploded overnight with text messages and phone calls from people he hadn’t spoken to in months. Every time he tried to read one, three more would pop up. It was hard to keep up. He finally shut his texts down and dialed Nolan’s number. It rang three times before there was an answer,
“Hello?” He heard Nolan answer. And just by the sheer panic in his voice, Niall knew this was serious.
“What’s goin’ on?”
“Heyyyy Buddy. How’s your morning?” Nolan asked, trying to play off the seriousness of what was happening.
Niall shook his head,
“Me phone is a goddamn black hole of text messages and phone calls. What the hell is goin’ on? I can’t read anythin’.”
Nolan cleared his throat,
“Well, Maisie and I are trying to mitigate the fallout right now. But we’re confident we can get through this.”
Niall felt his heart drop to his feet. Maisie was involved? His mouth instantly went dry,
“What happened?” He asked, his voice small.
Nolan looked up at Maisie and pointed outside to let her know he’d be back. Maisie nodded, trying to pay attention to her own phone call. Nolan closed the door behind him and slipped into Maisie’s conference room to be alone.
“Video Niall. There was video released on TMZ last night of you going into one of the rooms with a prostitute.”