They Don't Know About Us ~ A One Direction Fan fiction

Chapter 1: Bea

Morning rush hour sucks when your on Highway 37. The only way you learn to tune it out is by cranking your stereo all the way up while focusing all your attention into trying to get the last bit of frozen mush from your frappacuino out of it's Starbucks container. A police car passed by, followed by an ambulance suggesting their was a crash up a head. Wonderful.

My center console started to buzz and I looked down at my iPhone where a new message glowed. It was Jade. "Hey..." I answered, staring at my watch. I was fifteen minutes late already.

"Where are you?! We're all ready to record and you and Leigh-Anne are missing!" She shouted, typically stressed because things weren't going right on time.

I sighed, set my phone in my other hand, and rested my elbow on the edge of the door under the window. "Well if she's on 37, I bet I know where she is. It's at a dead stop out here. So far I've seen a cop and a paramedic unit go by."

In the background I heard our manager and Perrie having a conversation. "Hold on a second Bea," she stopped and yelled back off of the speaker, "Perrie is it the same thing from Leigh? Ugh. Well, you may see Leigh there."

"Probably. I'm getting off at the next exit and I'll have to figure out a way to get to the studio." I said as the traffic pulled up inch by inch. I nosed the car to the right to see if I could make out any crash. Nothing. It looked exactly like a parking lot.

Jade sighed. "Well, alright. I'll let you focus on driving. Just...hurry." I chuckled at her enthusiasm and hung up. My wallpaper stared back at me hauntingly, the picture take just about six months ago. It was Caycee, our two friends Elena and Sammy, and I standing in front of the high school's steps dressed in our matching cap and gowns. I still hadn't changed it because I just didn't have the time anymore. A lot had changed since that picture, I guess. Especially things between me and my sister...but that was something I didn't talk about.

Caycee and I had the same interest since we were born and that was always music. Usually sisters always fought or were complete opposites of each other but me and her...we were close. We were best friends. We were inseparable, and I think that was due to music. It brought us together and it was what set us apart. But if you were given a chance of a lifetime like I was given, you'd never turn it down. I just think that isn't something she ever understood then. I quickly tapped my way back to my photos and changed it to a picture of Jade and I with huge bows on top of our heads. I never want any of the girls to see it. I never want them to find out about my sister.

Car horns suddenly snapped me back into reality and I realized a wide gap of open road had opened up in front of me. I hit the gas and sped off until I had gotten off the highway and onto the roads. How long had I been looking at that?

I pulled into the lot in front of the studio and popped open my trunk to get my guitar cases and headed in, quickly swiping my ID card and unlocking the doors.

"Hello Beatrice," Mrs. Dorothy, the receptionist said, giving me a small smile. "They're upstairs, studio seven."

"Thank you," I replied sweetly, and dragged the bulky black cases into the elevator. I hated elevators. They made me always feel enclosed and what happened if this thing stops? Then where do I go? That's right, I'm trapped.

"BEA!" Perrie suffocated me in a hug, her jacket smelling musky like a men's cologne. "Thank God. All we're waiting on is Leigh-Anne. But if we have you here we can record the instrumentals."

I took another sniff of her apparel and stepped back. The thing was huge on her, baggy and falling off her shoulders. It was a guy's jacket. "Who's is that?" I asked.

"Zayn's of course!" She cheered and Jessy giggled from behind her. I gagged and she stuck her tounge out at me. "Please!"

I took a seat on the red leather couch and propped my legs up on the opposite arm of it. "What? I mean, he's alright. They're just a boy band! And if he pulls some stunt where he hurts you and becomes gay then I'll have to strangle him."

"Zayn is the farthest thing- Bea you are so wrong!" Jessy laughed and Perrie crossed her arms, her ringtone balring out of the speaker. She picked up her phone and put it on speaker.

I rolled my eyes at her. "Like I want to hear that noise." I commented when Zayn started to talk. I left the main room to go back to the kitchenette to get a bottle of water from the mini fridge under the counter. Their conversation became muffled.

"They think...what?!" Perrie giggled. "You have to send me the picture!" I reappeared back into the room only to fine Jade sprawled where I sat.

"You move, you loose." She giggled. "Perrie, you have to inform her on what Zayn found out today." She winked at the pink haired pop singer and she smiled.

Zayn and her had hung up and she clicked on a light blue link in a text message he sent to her. It lead the Internet to a paparazzi sight with an article posted yesterday.

'Liam Payne's Mystery Girl?' Titiled the page. I scrolled down until the content appeared. It began with a side by side of his headshot and mine with our names in white letters underneath them.

'Liam Payne, one of the five lads from the world renowned pop sensation boy band One Direction was just spotted today at a local coffee shop a little ways out of London...with a mystery lady? Sources say Liam did shield her from the cameras with his jacket, but we did get a tiny glimpse of her face. Some diehard Directioners are convinced that the face belongs to none other than Beatrice Lowe, lead guitarist of the girl band fellow 1D member Zayn Malik's girlfriend Perrie Edwards belongs too. Could this really be Beatrice? Click the picture link below and let us know what you think in the comment section.'

Perrie tapped the photo and zoomed in. It was my face alright, I'd know it anywhere. This girl looked like me with sunglasses on. But it wasn't me. "No way..." I trailed.

Jade whistled at me and clapped her hands together starting to laugh. "That's what I said. I didn't know you had a thing for Liam, Be!"

"Why didn't you tell us?!" Jessy exclaimed. "I thought they were all 'gay' a minute ago-"

I handed Perrie her phone back. "Guys, that wasn't me...I-I-I can explain..." They glared at me. "It's not me! I swear!"

"Mmmmmmmm." Jade hummed and adjusted her now clipping her side fringe back off her face. "Sure."

The studio's door opened, a stylish girl standing in where it was. "Leigh-Anne has arrived!" The room chuckled and our manager emerged too.

"Before the girls have the band backing them, we want an a capella version of the single. We'll just play the demo and have you record once we get a decent sound," he said to me. "We're just doing acoustic today, the rest of the band will be here tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah. No problem. The idea sounds great actually. I'll wait out here." I said. He nodded and lead them back to another room opposite of the kitchenette. I unlocked my phone and scrolled through my contacts to Caycee's number. I clicked on her photo she picked for the slot, a "selfie" she took a while ago on my phone. I missed that face. I saw it everyday, but still, I missed it.

But that picture still got to me. it couldn't be...I mean...could it?