When Rodney Copperbottom and Harry Styles lock eyes for the first time, everything changes. Rodney is sold to One Direction, and he travels across the world with them. Even though it's forbidden, Harry can't seem to stay away from the lowly robot fr...
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~A girl from a tiny town always felt that it was Never Enough for her. Her dreams are too big. At the ripe age of 18, she moves to the big city, truly Another World, to make her fortune. Soon enough, the Illusion of the place is shattered. It's cold and scary and not what she thought it would be. The ideas that she had before... they were all Fool's Gold. She loses sight of who she is for a bit. But, eventually she realizes it is Time to Get Up. She's Not Afraid. She knows that she wants to make History. She can't give Half a Heart to save her community. She needs to commit herself fullyto the cause. So, after years and years of hard work, she finally does it. She becomes Something Great. A hero. Something is missing, though. Someone. She finds herself alone night after night, whispering to herself, "I Would... I Want... I Wish...that I had someone special." One day, a chance encounter turns her world upside down. What a Feeling! It's the love of her life, and he has completely~
"—Stole My Heart," Harry finished, hand on his chest. "Well, not my heart. Any of our hearts upon which the ladies in the audience can project according to her personal preference."
Rodney's mouth was agape. The story was familiar, to say the least. He wasn't exactly sure whether to feel annoyed, flattered, or afraid for his life, so he opted instead to feel nothing at all and stare out the window at an abnormally large pigeon shitting off the balcony. He couldn't help but continue to sense Harry's big, soulful eyes boring into him from across the room
Abruptly, Zayn stood. He began to clap, slowly at first, then pciked up speed. Liam stood and joined him. Then, Niall. Then, Chad, Brad, Thad, and Jimmy. They all looked at Rodney expectantly so he had no choice but to stand and applaud, too.
After the sustained standing ovation and a few bows from Harry, Rodney gave a start as Zayn turned to him. "What did you think, bot? Any feedback?"
Rodney's eyes narrowed imperceptibly. What kind of answer was he looking for? Supportive? Ditzy? Analytical and actually useful? He moderated his expression and opted for a mix of the three.
"I think it sounds amazing, but I never doubted it would be, Oh Best-Selling Heartthrobs." The boys puffed out their chests happily. "If I had to offer any addition to this already perfect setlist, maybe you could play..." Rodney racked his brains for the title of a single One Direction song. "...Uh, Does He Know? It's very upbeat." He got lost for a moment in a memory of Piper and Fender belting along to the song, using wrenches as microphones as Rodney tinkered in the workshop.
"Hmm..." Harry scribbled away in his notebook. "That's another one we weren't allowed to play in DPRK..." he murmured.
"Huh?"
"Oh, nothing. I think it will work for the set. It's a wonderful idea." He looked at Rodney and his face reddened. "Thank you."
Rodney was saved from having to respond (he wasn't sure why he felt so uncomfortable to stare Harry in the eyes, anyway) by the sound of fine grain sandpaper. It was Liam rubbing his hands together rapidly, like a fly.
"Great!" he said, a maniacal gleam in his eye. "We are right on schedule. I love schedules! Don't you all love schedules?"
No one responded.
Slightly deflated, he sighed. "Next stop, wardrobe, hair, and makeup."
The boys cheered loudly and, to Rodney's surprise, all turned to look at Jimmy. He was the shortest and least buff of all the bodyguards, so Rodney had come to accept he had been hired via nepotism or some DEI initiative for ugly people. He realized now, however, that Jimmy wasn't a bodyguard at all.
The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small speaker. He placed it on the ground, pressed play, and folded his hands in front of them. As the opening bars of Welcome to the Jungle rang out into the suite, Jimmy stood up a bit taller, cracked his neck from side to side, and placed a pair of stylish sunglasses over his eyes.
