UnExpected

Chapter 18

Brooke POV

Honestly, after that dinner with Sophia, I totally envy her. Come on, she gets to go on tour with the hotest boy band around and she just leaves me here. I can't really blame her because if I were in her position, I would do the same, but Sophia always has good things coming her way and her I am. She is absolutely beautiful without makeup or hardly ever trying and I'm over here caking up my face just to look presentable.

I'm considered to be one of her very best friends but since all this acting and modeling sprung into action, I feel extremely neglected. I know it's not fair, blah, blah, blah, but I'm extremely angry at her. I played it off pretty well last night, I must say.

These hot cheetos are just making everything worse. I think, crunching obnoxiously loud.

I tryed to get One Direction's number yesterday but it obviously didn't work. I tryed acting surprised about it and it worked. My main goal right now is getting their numbers and then figuring out how to get in contact with the celebrity news to see what I can do.

Time to brain storm.
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Sophia POV

I make my way to Target looking back at the time seeing that it is eight fifty five.

Once I get there, place my sunglasses on my face and enter looking for things I may need. I find some travel sized toiletries, this black and white striped big toiletry bag, some hair accessories, and a couple of snacks.

While I am looking over the things in my cart I over hear some girls panicking about something. I look in their direction and I see one of the girlsfaint. I walk where they are, bringing my cart with me.

"Is she okay?" I ask and all of them squeal in excitement. It's just now that I realize, it's because of me. I've had people notice me in public but not exactly like this.

"Yea, she's totally fine. I love your acting and modeling. You are just tots gorgeous by the way. Can we all get a picture?" One girl rambles so fast, I can Barley make out what she's saying. I agree to the picture thing and I end up basically take a picture with all these girls really fast. Next thing you know, a bunch of girls come running in.

I should probably stop shopping at Target...

I tell them extremely politely that I have to go. I quickly get my cart and make my way to the self check out. I do this so quick you can barley see my movements.

Sike.

But still, I do scan my items speedy quick. I rush out the door before any more fans come. I used my time well in target leaving it to be nine fifty six. I mean, I did spend alot of time in Target, but, how can you not?

I have an excuse...

Within exactly twenty minutes, I pull up to the studio and walk in. I am greeted by the crew and the interviewer her self. I am told to put my bag into this closet type thing but I grab my phone and slip it into my skirt pocket. I am told to sit on this nice sleek black couch made of cloth. I still have a few minutes before we start so I just scroll through instagram this time. Suddenly I get a text from Niall, telling me 'hey'. I reply him back with one as well. He texts me back saying...

*So, you and Harry aye...*

I text him back what actually happened.

*I have no idea what Harry might have told you but to cut this story short, I was cold so as a nice gesture he wrapped his arms around me, I guess and we just talked. Plus if something did happen, I would've told you. You are a trustworthy person to me.*