Jenny's POV

"Jenny what are you doing here?" Niall exclaimed, embracing me in a tight hug. I smiled softly into his chest, knowing I was making him happy which was all I really wanted.

"Don't ask how I got here and what I done to get here, just appreciate the fact I'm here for your show tonight and I'm going to be watching from back stage." I grinned which made him smile ever wider, pulling me in for a lung crushing hug.

"Jenny, honestly, what did you put off to get here. I know you were fully booked for the whole time you were there." Niall raised his eyebrows at me which made me sigh quietly.

"You know that meeting I had with new representatives... the ones who wanted to start selling my line in Sephora?" I ask, squinting my eyes a little while his widened.

"Jenny, no!" He grabbed me by my shoulders. "Why are you so stupid?" He questioned, hugging me tightly again. "You're so stupid Jenny." He reiterated as he rocked the two of us back and forth. "Why would you do that?! You're so stupid!" He exclaimed, still in shock I would do that. I decided not to tell him what else I put off to be here, and what lies I told Andrew to tell our crew. I made him lie again, even though I know how much he hates it when someone needs him to cover for them.

"I know you needed me more today." I explained.

"Jen, you're so dumb. Now you've ruined your chances of going even bigger!" He pulled back and looked into my eyes. "I know how important this was for you." He sighed deeply.

"It isn't as important as being here for you." I smiled and kissed him gently, only pressing our lips together briefly. When I pulled back he leaned forward and reconnected our lips again, sending the butterflies in my stomach crazy. It does not matter how many times this boy kisses me or touches me, it still sends the same tingles down my spin.

"Jenny, this is your business, your future. You're so stupid." He said, kissing me between every second or third word.

"What's my future without you?" I questioned. "I will go back and I will reschedule that meeting. When I do, you're going to be there. Niall, you started this business with me, I shouldn't of turned you down when you wanted to come. I will rearrange another meeting and you can be there holding my hand." I smiled and kissed him gently again.

"I would love that." He smiled, biting his lip. "I will be there, right by your side." He rubbed my hip gently and just smiled down at me lovingly.

"Not if you get your own show now." I nudged him. "Imagine that, the Niall Horan Show, huh?" I nudged his side gently and smiled up at him but he didn't smile back. "Hey, what did I say wrong?" I pout and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Nothing, nothing." He shook his head. "It's just.. I had a practise and I just screwed up so many times and it just literally like.. I can't do it." He sighed deeply, running a hand over his face. "Jenny, you should of seen the disaster I was. Nobody will want to give me my own show, like fuck, I wouldn't even give myself my own show!"

"Niall, don't be ridiculous, I bet you done amazing." I rolled my eyes at him, knowing he can overreact at times and maybe exaggerate things to make them seem more appalling than they really are. ]

"No seriously Jen, let's go talk to Julian." He grabbed my hand and led me back to his studio. I frowned, who's Julian?? I followed him nonetheless to the studio and sat down in one of the seats where the audience are due to sit later on tonight.

"Sit there." He commanded and then left, coming back with a tall man, black hair, beard.. kind of reminded me of that bastard, Michael. Thankfully, it wasn't Michael.

"How shit did I do earlier on?" He asked Julian once he was stood in front of Niall who was on the stage. Julian stayed silent and just made a "ehhhh" in a high pitched voice. "See, Jenny." He raised his eyebrows at me while I tried not to giggle. I didn't find the fact he done shit funny, I found the way he made Julian so uncomfortable and the fact he couldn't tell Niall straight out more humorous.

"Oh Niall." I cooed. "Okay, try again, it's only Julian and I here, we won't murder you or make fun of you if you mess up." I encourage him.

"Okay." He took a deep breath and composed himself, reaching down and taking cue cards Julian held. He looked down at them and then peered up at me cautiously. I knew it in his face, he was more anxious now than our wedding day basically. He said the vows the wrong way that day, so he was considerably anxious, obviously.

I showed him a reassuring smile which in turn, made his face light up. I just wished I could go down there and take away all the nerves he has for tonight, but all I can do is coax him on and hope he does the best he possibly can. Which I'm sure he will.

Niall's POV

"I'm gonna screw up, I'm gonna screw up." I mumbled as I paced the dressing room, going back and forth repeatedly, because I had to keep moving, otherwise I felt even more anxious.

"Niall, you won't, you practise was good." Jenny assured me as she paced the room along with me, walking by my side the whole time and holding my hand. God, I must be such a pain, she has been walking around a room aimlessly with me for the past ten minutes.

Married life, huh?

"Jenny, I still managed to screw it up." I ran a shaking hand over my face and inhaled deeply. My breathing began to quicken a little but it was quickly calmed when Jenny rubbed soothing circles on my back.

"You only stuttered on one word Niall, don't be getting yourself down, you're going to do amazing." Jenny told me but I only half believed her. I did not honestly think I was going to do amazing. More like flop. I mean, I left the spotlight years ago, I barely get mobbed anymore so people don't even know who I am. They'll probably look at the telly and think "Who's this tit. Oh the poor lad can't even speak without stuttering, what is he even doing on telly?"

"I know, but I'm so nervous Jenny and it's live, so if I mess up that's it. No turning back. The mistake is there forever and can never be lived down." I said which just made Jenny roll her eyes at me.

"Niall." She grabbed me by the shoulders making me look at her. "You're Niall fucking Horan. The little boy from Mullingar who sold out hundreds of stadiums worldwide. You sold millions of records and you're afraid of standing on that stage and saying a few words?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows. "Well, now you're the one being stupid. So stupid. I know you can do this. I know you have it in you. Your presenting skill are there, you just need to find your confidence again." She stared straight into my eyes and I couldn't help but stare right back into her endearing green ones.

I know this woman is right. I know she is. I have the skills in me, just not the confidence. I just need to find it in me somewhere before eight o'clock tonight.

Jenny's POV

I gave him a thumbs up from the side of the stage, before moving so the camera's wouldn't be able to see me when they began rolling. I watched him as he looked down at his booted feet anxiously and shifted around on them. He adjusted his glasses he wore only as an accessory and looked down at his cue cards once more before Julian held up the sign.

His whole face lit up then as he brought the microphone up and began the introduction and guess who didn't stutter on one word and said it perfectly? I knew that boy was working himself up over nothing. I knew he could do it.

I stood there, holding my beaming face as I watched him. It was like it was natural for him, this presenting. I knew it made him feel euphoric. I knew this was something he enjoyed doing just a tad bit more than singing, even if he wouldn't admit it.

He looked over at the side whenever the camera wasn't on him to see me, each time I would smile and give him a thumbs up. It would make his face beam, he was just radiating happiness on that stage and I knew in that moment, this would be what he wanted to do.

I watched the whole show from the side of the stage, chatting to a few of the staff backstage and making friends with Niall's makeup artist and hair stylist. A woman, around my age, reminded me of Lou, just not quite as nice. I got on with Lou better, but probably because I know her and spent a lot more time with Lou.

Just before the show was over my the phone I have for when I'm in America began to ring. I frowned and pulled it out of my back pocket. "I'll be back." I said to Alicia, the makeup artist. She nodded and smiled, moving to the side to let me past so I walked down the hall and answered the phone.

It was Andrew. My heart immediately dropped when he told me the news.

"Jen, they wouldn't let us into the convention this evening because you weren't there so they wouldn't let us set up our table." He said to me. My mouth went dry and I just stared at the wall blankly. Why were they at the convention today? Isn't it on tomorrow and the next day?

This can't be happening.

"It's still on tomorrow, they said if you're there we can come in but they said otherwise it's a waste of time because I mean, you're the one the people would want to meet. Not me or any of your workers." He told me. "You have to promote your products, not us."

"Okay." Was all I could muster to say. That convention was so important. I honestly did not know it started today, if I had of known I probably wouldn't of came here because sales have been going a bit slower so that was a way we were hoping to boast our sales.

"I don't know what else to say." He sighed. "I have worse news." He said but I wasn't able to respond. My mind had a response but my mouth wasn't in sync and was unable to move from the 'o' shape it had formed. I swallowed the substantial lump that was growing in my throat but was still unable to say anything more than I had.

I was too anxious about what he was going to say next, I mean what could be work than what he just told me? I don't think I even want to know.

"Jenny, the representatives don't want to meet with you again. I told them it was a family emergency but they said they can't work with someone who isn't willing to put work first." He said slowly and I felt my world freeze for a minute. That is a lot worse than the convention, considerably worse.

I was sure they would meet with me again, they seemed so keen to get into business with me as my products had been continuously selling out online. How could this be?

I stood there motionless, feeling a warm tear roll down my cheek at the prospect of my business going downhill. I have invested all my time and effort, and a considerate amount of money into this business. If I lose it, I honestly don't know what I will do. I need it, to feel like I have a purpose.

This was my biggest chance to become bigger, and now it's gone.

What did I do?

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