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Chapter 7

A/N Above is a picture of Shaunee (;

Harry's POV
ღ My eyes lit open after seeing my first real glimpse of Shaunee. She was honestly, I'm not gonna lie, she was beautiful. I don't see how any one could even say she was a brat.

"So, we'll be working together on a song..." Shaunee adjusted her black cap perched on her head.

"Hey wait a minute.." Louis jumped off the couch and ran over to stand next to Shaunee.
"You never told us why you wanted to sing with us!"

Shaunee suddenly looked uncomfortable.
"Well uh,-"

"Yeah, I mean...your famous and all and we're just...." I started.
"Yeah." Niall looked down.

Shaunee crossed her arms and stood back. "Well...you guys need help right? Getting popular and all? I....though I'd help you out a bit!" She smiled proudly.

I grinned. "What a heart you have!"
Shaunee blushed and then frowned and looked away.
I couldn't understand why though.

"And people say your a brat...." Louis laughed to himself.
Liam punched him on the side. "Louis...haha..." Liam laughed nervously.

"What? It's true. Them b*tches are wring though! We love you Shaunee!" Louis ran over and gave Shaunee a big bear hug.

I bit my lip as Shaunee shoved Louis away.
"Me? A brat?" She stuttered.

"Shaunee...we don't think that...besides, it was just like...one person..." I mumbled.

"I don't care what you think!" She spat out and I flinched.
"People think I'm a brat?" Her voice softened.

I held her hand. "It must have just been-"

She smacked my hand away, and hell, she hit hard.

"You guys think you can just come on in all cool and take my spotlight? Ride off my career for your own f*cking good?" A tear slid down her cheek and her tone was harsh.

"Look Shaunee...we're not riding off your career, we just need a little help." I tried to mend the situation.

"Well if you wanted f*cking fame, you should have tried hard yourself. I worked my as* off for this and now your just gonna steal it." She locked eyes with me.

I honestly then felt pretty bad about myself and our decision.
"I'm so sorry Shaunee." I muttered.

"Who's the brat now?" She spit coldly, and rushed out of the room.

"LOUIS!!!" Zayn yelled.
"What???" Louis yelled back, his voice filled with innocence.

"You ruined everything! There's goes our shot to gaining popularity! Down the drain Lou!" Zayn continued.

"Look! It wasn't my fault! All I said was the truth!" Louis shrugged.
"Why? What was the reason to tell her that?" Liam added in.

"Where's the food?" Niall asked.

"Look, Lou. Don't pull another stunt like that! Shaunee is one of the most well-known celebrities out there. She can help us. We need to respect her." Liam explained.

Louis looked down ashamed. "Yes daddy."

Liam rolled his eyes and scooped Louis up. "It's ok."
He put the laughing Louis down.

The boys all made up but I still felt guilty. I went to find Shaunee.

ღShaunne's POVღ

ღI stuffed my head in my pillow.
Why me? Why does this sh*t happen to me?
Boy bands? More popular than me? My music tops their rock anytime.
I sighed and looked at my pillow, as my mascara has smeared all over it. Great.

I got up and looked in the mirror.
I looked like a zombie on Halloween night.
Black streaks ran down my cheeks and my eyes were red and puffy.

I laid dine back in my bed. I decided I hated being famous.

I heard a knock on my door. Oh my f*ck what did Rachel want now?
"Rachel!! F*ck off." I yelled and threw my head in my pillow again.

"It's Harry." A deep voice traveled through the door.

I sat up and tried rubbing my mascara and tears away with the back of my hand.
"C-come in, I guess."

The door creaked open and Harry walked in.
"Hey." He mumbled.

"Um hey."

He sat down next it me and I scooted away.
"What do you want?" I said a little too harsh.

"Y-you look terrible."

I don't know why I smiled. "Wow, you must be the nice one of the bunch."

Harry smiled. "You really are a b*tch aren't you?"

My face got hot, and I brushed a strand of hair away from my face. "Yeah...there's my recognition." I mumbled.

Harry laughed, and punched my playfully. "Not literally. Your sweet."
"You don't have to lie about me, Harry."

"I'm not!" He threw his hands up in the air in defense. "Your sweet in the more harsh ways."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Harry shrugged. "Well....you just have a way you like to express yourself."

I crossed my arms and smirked. "And what would that way be?"

"Harsh?" Harry guessed.

I half smiled and looked down. I decided I didn't like Harry.

Harry reached out suddenly and wiped a tear off my cheek. I got hot feeling his body make a connection with mine. I don't know why, and I didn't like it.

"Okay! Thanks for the little chat! Bye bye!" I shoved Harry out the door.

"B-but I wasn't-"

"Bye Harry!" I shut the door and locked it.