Hired Girlfriend.

Chapter Two: Pretty Please?

~Louis~

I walked over to Steve's to pick up my car. Which was getting it's monthly check up, ever since Ryan was working there, almost a year ago.

"Hey there." I said, as I saw her brown, oil stained combat boots, peeking out from beneath a car. She rolled out from underneath, grease covered and with a few oil stains on her uniform, and she was chewing a piece of bubble gum, with her light brown hair pulled up in a messy ponytail underneath her dark blue matching cap.

"Hey Lou. It's been ready since yesterday." she wiped off her hands on a dirty towel and leaded me through the mechanic's shop to give me my car.

"Joe! I want those wheels well adjusted, remember what happened last time!" she told some guy around his 30's probably. We made our way to the other side of the shop, and there was my car, looking like new. It was polished and they had done a great job painting it. Ryan appeared behind me and handed me the keys over my shoulder.

"Here you go." I clasped the keys in my hands, making a tingling sound. "Everything's fine. It just needed an oil check, but otherwise everything's fine." she stated simply.

"Great." I took out my wallet. "How much?"

"Nothing. Take it as an early birthday present or whatever." she grinned.

"But we're in August..."

"Don't matter. That's why I said early, mate."

"You sure?"

"Definitely."

"Thanks." she nodded as I got into my car, I remembered what Harry had told us.

"Hey Ry!" I shouted, as she began to walk away.

"Yeh?" she turned around and I got out of the car, heading towards her.

"I wanted to talk to you, like have a mate-to-mate talk." I said a bit serious, which was weird of me. She put her hands into her pocket and stared at me strangely.

"Sure. But I'm not off shift until 3:30."

"No problem, just give me a call. You still have your same phone number right?"

"No, I changed a couple weeks ago. Here, write it on that fancy phone of yours." she gave me her number, before I thanked her and she said it was no problem. I got back into my car and drove off to Niall's. The lads and I had an interview, and I was going to give him a lift.

"NIALL! YAY!" I yelled as he climbed into the car, giving me a cheeky wink.

"Let's go?" he asked, shutting the door behind him.

"FOR NARNIA!" I screamed at speeded up towards the studio where the interview was going to be taken.

"What's got you so pumped up?" cheeky boy asked me, on our way there.

"Oh nothing." I said and pinched his cheeks.

...

"Here they are! One Direction!" the hostess, who's name I think was Heather, motioned to us as we took place on stage, and the fans began to scream. I mean who wouldn't, I'm dashing *flips hair*.

We all sat down on a large couch the production had set for us and I sat between Niall and Zayn.

"Hello boys." she gave us a smile, as she took her place, across from us. She was probably around her mid 50's or so, but I could still catch her flirting with Zayn, from her own place of course. Eww. I thought. She probably has soggy boobs.

I shivered in horror at the thought, and tried to focus on something more interesting. She soon began to ask us the regular stuff, you know, tours, new albums, and stuff like that. Finally, something almost everyone asks us about...girlfriends.