I Just Want to be Loved

Hanging With Some Familiar Fans

“Can somebody please explain to me again what is going on for the next few days?” I asked the boys as we ate breakfast.

“Well,” Liam started, “Today we’re doing this magazine prize thing were we’re hanging out with some fans. Then tomorrow Meghan is flying out and you two are doing your interview while the boys and I relax and do nothing. Then the next day we’re all flying back to our homes so we can spend time with our families for Christmas.”

“Okay, so what are you guys doing with the fans today?”

“You’re coming with us,” Harry said to me.

“Are you sure the fans would want me to?”

“Britt, there are going to be five girls and one guy,” Niall told me. “Who do you think is in charge of the guy?”

“Louis?” I suggested.

“I would much rather hang out with a guy than with a girl who is obsessed with me,” Louis announced. “My fiancé is here and I feel like she would be uncomfortable with girls hitting on me while I’m around her.”

“And who is this fiancé of your?” I asked.

“It’s you silly,” Louis said and laughed. His laugh sounded like it was an angel laughing and was the cutest sound ever.

“Louis, I haven’t said yes yet.”

“It doesn’t matter. We’re still getting married.”

“Okay, have fun with that,” I said and stood up for the table. “I’m going to go and take a shower, adios.” Then I walked downstairs and into the bathroom.

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“What are we supposed to do with them for six hours?” Zayn asked Paul as he drove us to where we were meeting the fans.

“I’m not sure. Whatever you want to really, but Harry and Niall no hitting on them, alright?” When no one replied, he repeated, “Alright?”

“Fine,” Harry and Niall muttered.

“Brittany, Liam, you two are in charge. We have the area marked off so it will just be your guys and the selected fans. Make sure to be nice to them, but more importantly, make sure that they don’t get a hold of your phones.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because if someone gets one of your guys numbers, then everybody gets that number and I really don’t feel like going and getting a new number for any of you guys. Well, except for Brittany. I like Brittany.”

“I like you too Paul,” I replied at the same time Louis screamed, “Brittany’s mine!”

“Calm yo tits Lewis,” Niall said and everyone cracked.

“Nice one Nialler,” Liam said when everyone calmed down.

By then, we were almost at the park where we were meeting up with the fans. Everyone had all been flown out to California since it was warm here, even though it was winter.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Paul said as we got out of the car, “I’ll be babysitting Danny for the next few hours and I’ll bring him over to Harry’s when you guys get there, okay?”