Celebrity Bachelor (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

 

“What do you want?” I asked as Harry led me into another room. I sat down next to him on the black sofa and folded my arms.

He raised his eyebrow, “To talk to you.”

I shrugged, “Okay, talk.”

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t like me very much?” He asked.

“Because I don’t.” I replied casually.

“But you don’t even know me!” He exclaimed.

I forced myself to lock eyes with him, “I don’t need to. I already know that you have a massive head under all of those unnecessary curls, and you’re a player. You think you can get any girl you want, don’t you?”

He shrugged, “I am pretty awesome, aren’t I?”

I rolled my eyes, “No, no you aren’t.”

“Oh come on, give me a chance” He smiled that ‘perfect’ smile he’s probably used on every girl here, thinking I’ll melt inside.

I smiled politely. “This was your chance, and you blew it. Nice talking to you.” I gave him my biggest smile before standing up and walking out of the room. Yes, I know, I was rude. But I just needed to get the message across. I am not interested in him.

“Summer!” I turned around to see a camera man calling me over.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“You need to do a confession for us” He said and pointed towards a single chair against a black wall.

“A what?”

“A confession. You tell us what you think about everything so far, and you have to be honest.” He pulled me over to the chair and sat me down. Two ladies fussed over my hair and make-up for a few seconds before leaving me staring blanking at the camera.

“Uh—Well, I’m Summer and, uh, I’m quite hungry.” I stressed over finding something to say.

“Okay, no.” The camera man stood up, “Talk about Liam and Harry and the house and whatever else you can think of.”

I nodded and smiled, “Right. Okay so I bumped into Liam outside of my room and he seems really sweet. I haven’t really had a proper conversation with him yet, but I’d like to get to know him better. Harry is, uh, well I don’t particularly like him. At all. He seems arrogant and stubborn, and not really my type. Oh God, and the sleeping arrangements?” I started getting comfortable, “I’m petrified. I know one girl on my list. One. If I end up sleeping with some kind of psychopath, I will chuck rage…Seriously, what time is dinner?”

The camera man and a few other crew members chuckled, “That was brilliant.”

I grinned, “Really? Thanks. Can I go now?”