Covers

Fireside

Calum's P.O.V

"Hello boys." One of our mangers greets us.

"What's up thug master?" Michael says and I can't help but burst in laughter.

Modest, our management, called us in for an urgent meeting.

All of us are here now, sitting in a long cherry wood table waiting for the "urgent message".

"Michael behave." Another manger says.

"Suck my dick." He whispers and I think I'm the only one who heard because I'm right next to him. I burst out in laughter again.

"Ok boys, today we have you in here to talk to you about publicity and money."

We all groan.

"You guys are barely starting off, and you just ended your tour with One Direction. Now we need you to make a lot of money and become extremely famous. We need rumors to start, good ones, so that more magazines have you as their cover." Our head manager says his name is Doug.

"What kind of rumors?" Ashton asks while crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back on the black leather chair.

"We need the fans and media to think you all are starting to have relationships." Doug says.

Michael makes a disgusted look and the rest of us stay quite.

"Why? We're making a lot of money without this fake shit." Michael says.

"Not as much as we want you to. We, Modest, would love for you guys to progressively get bigger. So we thought the easiest way, was to get fake girlfriends." Doug answers Michael question and we scoff.

"Now we've picked them out for you already." He says.

"No! We at least have the right to pick someone. We don't want it to be like Louis and Eleanor! That looked fake and everyone knew it." I say and Doug's facial expression turned mad and I can't help but to smile.

"That is confidential!" Doug yells and Michael bursts out laughing, we all join in.

"Let's us pick, please sir." Luke says.

"Fine. You've got a week. And if you haven't picked girls then, we decide for you." Doug says and we leave the office.

We get into a black BMW and our chauffeur drives us back to our pent house here in L.A.

"What kind of fuckery is this?" I ask.

"I fucking hate our management." Ashton scoffs and we all nod in agreement.

"It's funny getting them pissed off though." Michael chuckles and we nod and smile again.

"So we have to start looking eh?" Luke says while unlocking his phone.

"Guess so... I think I'm going to pick an old friend or something." Ashton says.

"I don't think you should, having them put up with this shit it's like hell." Luke says and I completely agree with him.

We get off the car and into the house, Michael locks himself up in his room well the rest of us begin our hunt.

Sky's P.O.V

"All you sucker M.C's got nothin' on me!" Faith begins to jump on the couch while singing along to Mean Girls. I'm in the kitchen making macaroni and cheese for the both of us.

"Breakfast!" I yell out and Faith zooms into the kitchen.

I pour a large amount on a bowl and give it to Faith, then pour a cup of apple juice and put a cute crazy straw in there.

I sit down with my cup and bowl.

"Best breakfast since we moved in." Faith says in a monotone voice.

"I know," I laugh. "I'll get a better job soon." I sigh and stuff almost the whole macaroni in my mouth.

"So will I. Working as a waitress sucks." Faith groans with her mouth full.

"I bet." I stiff a laugh. "Imagine working at a hardware store, where all there is, is old men that try to hit on you." I smile.

Fuck our life's suck, but at least we got a nice house next to the beach. Living in Miami is the best. Only because all the cute boys, beaches and tall buildings.

Faith and I originally came from South Texas and it was horrible, but I told her to move with me since I have family to help us over here. It took a lot of money, but we made it. My aunt helped us with the apartment payments and furniture, but we still struggle a bit.

"What time is it?" Faith asks.

I check my the cat clock above the stove. "It's about to be two." I say shoving more mac and cheese in my mouth.

"I need to start getting ready," Faith says. She stands up and prances like a horse to her room. I wash our dishes, and go into my room and log on to my laptop.

"Faith!" I scream.

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" I scream to myself I get up and start laughing with joy.

We hit a million thumbs up on YouTube.

"Faith get your ass in here!" I scream.

"I'm showering!" She screams.

"We got a million thumbs up on YouTube!" I scream.

I hear a door slam and foot patters.

"What!?" Faiths  hair is drenched and dripping there's still some soap in her hair and she's in a towel.

"LOOK!" I scream.

She squints her eyes, and looks closely at my laptop.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Sky we made it! We made it!" She screams.

"I'd hug you but your like wet." I scrunch my face up.

"I'm wet. You're dry." Faith then walks out.

Well ok.

She comes back two seconds later with clothes on but her hair is still soaking.

We squeeze each other, while laughing and twirling around.

Jk we were squealing uncontrollably.

Faith checks the time, "ugh I have to go. We'll celebrate tonight!" Faith says running out the door.

"Ok!" I say before I hear her grab her keys and slam the door.

I stare at the laptop for a few more hours, yes hours, this is a really big deal. I watch Faith n I's video five times, I can't believe we looked that good at three in the morning. Kidding I looked like a greasy egg.

I check the time and it's about to be five, and Faith gets out of work at eight. I have off today since it's a Sunday, I don't have work on the weekends.

I decide to take a long shower and a nap.