Lydia's POV
I already notified Mr. Smith that the situation was handled. Now it's time to pack some more of my things.
"Hey Diana. Are you free anytime today before we leave?" I ask as my suitcase lays open on my bed, clothes neatly packed inside. She walks briskly into my room.
"Everything is all ready so there isn't much for me to do now. Can I help you with something?"
"Yes. I have to do some quick shopping. But I don't want to go alone. Can you please come with me?" I intertwine my fingers and pout, giving her my full puppy dog eyes.
"How can I say no to a face like that? Let's go." She giggles as she grabs her purse and we head out to an awaiting car.
Traffic is surprisingly light. The rain falls lightly, the air chilling. I tighten my trench coat a bit more.
"So are you excited to head back to the States?"
"Yeah. I've been craving a really good Philly cheesesteak. Though I will miss how polite the British can be. You all have an impeccable charm." I smile genuinely at her.
"Don't be so quick to glorify us. We have our rotten apples too." She smiles to herself.
"Don't we all?" It's so easy to talk to her. I take comfort in this as I think about the grueling months of touring that await us. I'm gonna need someone besides the boys to talk to.
We dart in and out of stores, buying a few things here and there.
"I was expecting this to take a much longer time." Diana looks at me quizzically.
"Well I know what I want and when I see it, I get it." I shrug.
"Do you use this philosophy in all aspects of life?" Her question stops me. Do I?
"Yes I do. In business...and in pleasure." I gauge her reaction, suspecting that I just answered her real question. A deep blush creeps onto her face.
"Oh. Um, so...?" She stumbles trying to phrase her question appropriately. I decide to end her misery.
"Yes, that's precisely how it happened. I saw him, I wanted him, I pursued him, I got him. Simple as that. Except I didn't expect for me to be his personal sex toy." My eyes flicker to her as she blushes again, her mouth slightly agape. My bluntness has shocked her.
"Well, no matter. I'm glad you're with us now." She regains her composure and gives me a sweet smile. It's infectious and I find myself smiling back.
As we head into yet another store, we are ambushed by screaming girls. They all swarm around us.
"Hey Diana! How are you?"
"Dreadful weather we're having!"
"Are the boys around?"
Diana stays poised and handles herself quite well with the onslaught of questions. She sends me an apologetic smile. I nod and continue shopping.
"Who are you?" I turn around to find a teenage girl, maybe 15, staring at me, waiting patiently for my response. I don't want to lie but I can't tell the full truth.
"I'm a friend of Diana's." Not exactly a lie.
"Oh do you work for the boys too?" She seems polite enough. This is the first time I've come into contact with a fan.
"Yes." Technically, it's true. I'm fucking one of the boys to keep him out of trouble and solving their other problems at the same time. Not that I was gonna say that.
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Fanfiction"He wants to see you." Jamal says, leaning against the balcony. "He always wants to see me. The answer is still no." "He's grown tired of your games Lydia. He's not exactly happy about your little affair with Zayn." "Haha an affair? Is that wha...
