Celebrity Bachelor (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 14

LET’S GO CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY TILL WE SEE THE SUN. I KNOW WE ONLY MET BUT LET’S PRETEND IT’S LOVE. AND NEVER NEVER NEVER STOP FOR ANYONE. TONIGHT LET’S GET SOME…AND LIVE WHILE WE’RE YOUNG.

That is possibly the most amazing song in the entire world. I love it x) Errrr so I could possibly be winning tickets to go watch One Direction live in New York.

Yeah this radio station is giving away tickets :D All I have to do is submit a picture or video explaining why I am South Africa’s biggest Directioner. If you have any ideas, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER.

Quick shout-out to @sammyspirt_12 who made the amazing trailer for my book :D Go check it out n_n

 

Chapter 14:

 

“Listen very carefully,” I said to Harry, “There is no way I am getting up on that stage and singing you a song. Forget it.”

He laughed at me, “You don’t really have a choice.”

“Of course I do. This is a free country.” I pointed out.

“You’re not getting out of this, Winter.” Harry smirked before clearing his throat, “Alright ladies, grab ab notebook and a pen and get to work. You’ve got exactly one hour, starting…Now!”

I snatched up the closest notebook and pen and ran to the corner of the theatre. I sat down on one of the red chairs and opened up the book, kind of hoping the song would already be written for me. No such luck.

“Hey hey!”

I looked up to see Rose walking towards me, flipping her long black over her shoulder. I smiled, “Yeah?”

“What’s your song about?” Before I could reply, she continued, “Because mine is totally going to be a love song. Like, a really cute one. I think that if I open up, Harry’ll see I’m like, open you know?”

I nodded, “Yeah, I get it.” No, no I didn’t.

She sighed, “Well, I’m, off to write! See you in an hour.”

I nodded as I chewed on my pencil. What on earth was I supposed to sing about? I stared at the blank page. If I actually tried to write something good, I would have made an absolute fool of myself.

A light bulb went off in my head. Oh yes. I was going to write something completely and utterly ridiculous. Now what rhymed with frizzy?

“And saving the best for last, Winter!” Harry grinned at me as I walked onto the stage, “What will you be singing?”

I rolled my eyes and leaned towards the mike, “A song.”

He mimicked my action, “Called?”

Poop, I didn’t give it a name. “Uhh, it doesn’t…It’s a no-name brand.”

Harry chuckled, “Of course it is. Okay, go for it.”

I cleared my throat and took a breath. That was it. My life was over.

“So there’s a guy named Harry

Who thinks he’s real cool

But quite frankly

He’s just a big drool.

He walks around town

With his hair all big and frizzy.

He never seems to frown,

Well maybe he’s just dizzy.”

I took the loud laughter as a sign to continue singing.

“Yeah, there’s this guy named Harry Styles

His hair is like a mop.

Although his voice causes smiles

His flirting is like a lip.

His style is very simple

And it just might make me puke

But he does have those little dimples…

I guess he’s kind of cute.”

I bowed and accepted the loud applause that welcomed the end of my – legendary – song. I snuck Harry an over-bored wink as I returned to my seat, giving me the chance to see his cute little dimples as he smiled back.

HOLY PIGLETS.

WAIT.

A.

FRIKKEN.

MINUTE.

Just to clarify. I did not indirectly say that I liked his dimples…Or his smile. Nope, nu-uh, no way, no.

Harry stood up and walked onto the stage, carrying the oh-so-precious rose with him. It was as though the five girls sucked in all of the air in the theatre, and held their breath. Including me. Yes, I wanted that rose.

“Ladies, ladies,” Harry laughed, “I must say, I’m very impressed. I never thought you would write such impressive songs in such a short period of time. But there can only be one winner. And, after long and hard consideration, I picked the only girl who made me laugh so hard I nearly cried. So, uh, Winter? Could you come up here?

I grinned to myself as I stood up and walked –quite hastily – onto the stage. I looked at Harry to see him smiling back at me.

His emerald green eyes flickered down to the rose, “Winter, would you accept this rose and have dinner with me tonight?”

I nodded, “Absolutely.”

As I hugged him, he whispered in my ear, “You really like my dimples?”

I pulled away and hit his arm, feeling my cheeks redden slightly. “No! Shut up!”

Okay, so maybe I liked his dimples.

Just his dimples.

Please don’t forget to give me ideas for the competition xxx