Thick

Chapter 4

Blaire's POV:

Honestly, when it comes down to simple things, I'm a mess. Sure, I can tell you the formula to find the circumference of an octagon, but don't come to me if you need help making a bed or something. Honestly, all I do is pull up the duvet. There's nothing fancy to it.

Actually, the only real life thing I'm good at is comebacks. I always have an argument to your logic; I can always prove you wrong.

That's why it's so hard to blackmail me.

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2 months later:

When 2 teenage boys run into your pancake shoppe, what do you do? At first I thought it was Niall, but he hasn't been back here in 2 months. I don't know why I had my hopes up, but I thought maybe I had found a decent friend other than Ash. But I'd been friends with her since the 6th grade, so she counts more as family than friend, seeing I don't really have either.

It turns out, they were in Niall's band. Yes, I did research, but they look so different in person.

They were a sweet couple, Louis and Harry, and I saw through the "best friend" act.

Another thing I'm good at? Reading people's eyes and behavior.

If it wasn't love in those Boys, than I don't want to love.

So, of course, I let them stay in the back. This time, though, Macy was here. We were running a Double shift for St. Patricks day, as the Irish love pancakes. (behold, Niall Horan). However, they liked them just like Niall liked them; thin.

It goes again everything I stand for, but I made them thin anyway. So, of course, there were 3 Irishmen at one of the tables when the lovers walked in. I felt kind of bad for them, but they didn't mind.

Apparently they come here to escape the wives once and a while, so it was lucky for them to get shut in.

What? They talk loud.

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"honestly, I'd like to know where your security is when this happens. Aren't they supposed to follow you everywhere?"I asked as I brought both boys some coffee.

"well, yes, but we kind of maybe sorta ditched them at the park," the one called Louis said.

"Well that was quite stupid of you, you both should know that this will happen," I replied.

Louis looked down, smiling, but it wasn't genuine. "see now, our management is a bit homophobic, so we like to run off to sneak a date in. But sometimes we run into trouble with the fans. So, when Niall told us about this pancake shoppe, we figured that if we stay close to it, we'd have a place to go in case we get caught."

Niall told them about this place? That's a shocker.

"wait, so you were supposed to be on a date right now?" I asked, Surprised. They nodded.

"but it's ok," Harry replied, "we're used to it." He took a sip of his coffee.

I shot him a look.

"Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, when was the last time you went on a proper date?"

"uhmmm..." Louis said, "like, a couple months maybe? We were on a break for Christmas, so we went to Harry's hometown of Cheshire and his Mum set us up something at a diner."

A couple MONTHS?!

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

"I'll be back in a few, boys. I think it's about time you had another date."

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"Wa-la, mis amigos. Breakfast is served."
I sat them down at one of the tables farther back, where I had prepared them the "Mountain Snow".

It was invented in 1987, when the owner, Lizzy May, had hungry customers locked in by a blizzard. She prepared them 16 pancakes with butter, syrup, and whip cream in surplus. It was added to the menu a week after.

We don't make it very often, but when we do, it's a special occasion.

This was certainly so.

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1 week later:

"so you just assumed I'd be up for this shit?!" I fumed. This was NOT how I wanted to spend my Wednesday.

Niall rolled his eyes. "look. I didn't mean for it to happen. Our management overheard Harry and I talking about you, and then asked us for your number."

"oh so you didn't thing that anything was a bit, oh I don't know, suspicious? About them asking for my fucking NUMBER?!"

He let out a frustrated sigh. "you know what, it doesn't matter who you blame. My management wants you to do it, and if you refuse, they'll blackmail you. It's as simple as that."

Blackmail? Me? I snorted. "if there's one thing I can get out of, it's blackmail. Let's do this." I strode into the office.

In 2 chairs were Harry, louis, and the rest of the band, with 2 free seats for Niall and I. Behind the desk was a man who looked like he had a pole up his ass. His name plate said "Mr. Peters, manager".

I slumped down into the seat next to Niall. I was ready.

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"that's insane. I'm not going to be Harry's fake Girlfriend! Why does he even need one?"

Mr. Peters sighed. "Harry and Louis have been caught a couple times in public, and we need to cover them up before people think that they're dating."

I raised my eyebrows. "they ARE dating."

"yes, but we don't want to public to know that."

"why in hell not? What's so wrong about it?" I fired back.

"because if they came out, they would be seen as bad role models. And if they're bad role models, they'll bring in-"

"less income," I finish for him. "So, you're willing to sacrifice they're happiness and love, just to make another thousand packed onto the other millions they bring in. Ok. Nooow I get it. This company's just selfish is all."

By now, Mr. Peters was fuming.

"Ms. Tack, I suggest you do what I say. We have ways of finding out things that could have happened years ago, things you would have wanted to forget. Do NOT make me do this."

I sat up strait. "are you implying blackmail?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"if I have to be."

"go for it. What exactly, would you be releasing to the press? Do, please enlighten me," I said sarcastically.

He smirked. It was like it was only me and him in the room. No boybanders, nothing. They were only watching as I fought for 2 boy's love.

I smirked back at him.

"Ms. Tack," Mr. Peters said. "do you recall what happened to your mother in, say, 2009?"

My smirk fell.

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Author's note: weyhey, it's Lauren. I'm trying to make the chapters longer for you guys, but I can't write everyday. I'm busy with school, dance, etc. so thanks for reading anyway!

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