She's Not Afraid

Chapter 4: Careful

Maggie: I got to the set ten minutes late. The director glared at me but didn't say anything. One of the good things of being the uber talented teen actress: you never got in trouble because everyone wanted you.

My makeup artist on the other hand had a fit. "What is that on your shirt?" she screiched.

I looked down at my shirt, remembering the stain of iced coffee, "Um, its kind of a long story."

"Well, we need to get you cleaned up. Come on. We need to get you cleaned up. You can tell me on the way there," she said. As we walked to the makeup trailer I explained the whole event of meeting Niall Horan.

"Well," she said, pulling out the shirt I would be wearing for the scene, "for that, I can excuse you showing up with the stain on your shirt. But, be careful. You duon't want to get sidetracked. Director-From-Hell is working on this movie, if you don't remember." She was making a refrence to my remark from the last movie we had all done together. The director's name was Pete Larring and he was a movie genius. Only problem: he was a stickler for the rules and how it had to go. We had to be on set on time, we had to know our lines, and we had to be perfect for it all. I had called him the Director-From-Hell because he was this way. On multiple occasions he had threatened to kick me off set. Of course, now I knew he wouldn't it would cost too much money, so throwing me off set wasn't in the cards. Unless you really screwed up. In which case he could throw whom ever he wanted out to be replaced. If it came down to it, like not making profit, he would throw you out in a second. It didn't matter.

I nodded, not wanting to worry. I headed out after we put the final touches on for filming.

Niall: When I got home with the coffee, I explained to my brother what had happened. "Dude, that's awesome!" Greg said, high fiving me. Then I saw his face get serious, "Although I do have to say, you have to be careful with her. You've heard of her reputation right?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked, shrugging, "Reporters will make up anything to get a good story."

"Her's isn't just some story. She really is that party girl. I mean I'm sure she's great. I just don't want you getting hurt," Greg said. I shrugged off Greg's words. Sure she had a reputation. That didn't change a thing. Did he really think he could stop me from loving her. Or at least getting to know her. For God's sake, I had been crushing on her for years. I wasn't about to hav my brother step on that. Never.