Torn and Tangled

Chapter 4 - Jealousy

Chelsey's P.O.V

I still felt as if last night was a dream as I get ready for school. When I arrive, there's a bunch of girls that I've hardly ever seen, let alone talked with. It felts a bit flattering, and also a bit disappointing, because I kinda wish it was just me and Zayn and Liam's secret. Georgia runs up to me and grabs my hand, hauling me away from the small crowd of girls begging me to tell the boys their twitters and names, I grin like a maniac and try not to boast. Georgia pushes them away from, and announces that her and I will be the only ones in contact with any of the boys. It annoys me, because some of the other girls surrounding us were bigger directioners than Georgia. Definitely truer ones. Georgia pulls me into the school washroom and into an empty stall, she motions to toilet, and I put the lid down and take a seat. "Tell me everything,"  she states with force, pacing back and forth. "Well..."

Liam's P.O.V

Of course, our schedule is still tied up after the second day back home from our first tour where we visited America, so we head over to a nearby mall to do a signing. There's a mess load of people, it gives me energy and confidence as I join the boys at the oh so familiar fold out, plastic, rectangular table. We're in order, Zayn first, then Niall, then me, then Lou, then Harry at the end. We start meeting the fans, who are excited that we're finally back, and that we've made it in America. One girl with a pony tail and cute freckles comes up nervously, biting her lip and repeating, "I love you," to each one of us. She leans over and says to me, "I heard about Ziam girl. She's so lucky!" I blush slightly, and wonder for a millisecond if she could possibly appear here, right at the signing. She stutters a small goodbye and runs away, staring at Harry longingly. 

Zayn's P.O.V

What if Ziam girl is here? I think. Just as the thought crosses my mind, a short red-head appears, with bright white teeth and glittering eyes. She looks at me and smiles. "Hi, babe," I greet her and quickly sign her copy of Up All Night Deluxe Edition. She doesn't move on, and I see a body guard start to approach, quickly she says, "It's me. Ziam girl. It's really me." I pause in shock, my permanent marker frozen in my hand. I slowly look up, and I can tell by her face that she's lying, because she has a guilty aroma around her. She looks overjoyed as well, and very, very, fake. I don't say anything back, and she doesn't take offense to it because she carries on to Niall, who gives her a warm smile. I'm disappointed, because why would someone pretend to be someone else? But most of all, I was disappointed that it wasn't really Ziam Girl.

Chelsey's P.O.V

After a long and detailed conversation with Georgia, she decides that we need to call the boys back, as soon as possible. "No," I reject and continue, "I wouldn't want to bother them, they said they might call back anyways..." Georgia's face lights up and she exclaims, "Chelsey! You're a genius! You're playing hard to get aren't you? Oh, I've taught you well!" I run my hands through my thick, slightly wavy brown hair and sigh, "No! That's not what I meant! I'm not playing anything, I sincerely don't want to bother them...what happens happens, y'know?" She stares at me and blinks, then she unlocks the stall door. She smiles cheekily, "Well, we'll just have to wait for that call." 

Liam's P.O.V

There's a glaze over Zayn's eyes as he continues signing fans' c.d's, I also keep hearing Ziam girls voice in my head, so delicate and soft. Not forced or anything. It was really refreshing, I would like to call her...maybe Zayn and I could do a twit cam quickly later on? Louis nudges me in the arm and says, "I saw the twit cam. Well, me and Harry both. And Zayn already told Niall." I nod and smile, "I think I'm going to call her again, well, Zayn and I both...on twit cam later tonight." His foolish grin widens, "you should meet up." I stare back, not knowing what to say, because I totally agree with him. "Really? You don't think the fans would be mad? Jealous? They mean everything to me." Louis    grabs his phone and tweets something. I lean over to get a closer look, it says "don't worry, I'll get Ziam girl to meet up with @Real_Liam_Payne and @zaynmalik ;)" I try to look surprised, but I don't want him to get the wrong idea and delete the tweet, I'm too curious to meet her to let him do that.

Zayn's P.O.V

Me and Liam exchange glances throughout the signing, and Niall tells me that Liam wants to do another twit cam, as soon as possible. Striaght away, after the signing, we all head back to Harry's house which is absolutely jammed back with paparazzi and more fans. We dart into his house through the backyard, which is scattered with fireworks and burnt marshmallows from Louis and Harry's sleepover the night before. Louis, Niall and Harry set up the laptop, Liam grabs some popcorn and I take out my cellphone, along with the crumpled piece of paper with the phone number on it. I quickly save it into my contacts list, Liam notices and does the same. After a few inside jokes with the fans on camera, and a laugh about the "Cookie Man," we all get serious. Harry suddenly says, "I think we should call up Ziam girl!" Niall starts hooting and I smile furiously. "Alright," Liam agrees and we call her up. "Hello?!" she asks, almost as if she's delusional. "Hi babe!" all five of us say, and instantly laugh. Liam says, "a little different from our 'Hi, we're One Direction' greeting but we assumed you know who we are!" A shaky but real laugh comes from her, and she says, "Of course!" I hear another voice in the background, it's high-pitched and bubbly, the voice cuts into Ziam girl's and says, "HELLO?! Oh my god! ZAAYN! You're there? Hiiiii huun!" We all look at each other and I look around nervously, "Erm...hiya. Yes, its Zayn." The fans tweeting us are shocked, asking who the new girl is and why she's biased. I hear Ziam girl say gently "Uh...sorry, that's my friend, Georgia." Hm. Georgia interrupts again and corrects her, "BEST friend actually!" I bet we're all sharing the same thoughts, that this girl is slightly annoying but we all try to hide it. No, no, she's a fan, and we love her, I think. She supports us, she deserves our respect. But I breathe out in relief when Ziam girl gets back on the line. She laughs nervously, I can tell she's a bit embarrassed, and she definitely sounded more comfortable without that girl, Georgia with her last time. Instantly a new trend pops up about us. "Hey," Niall laughs, "check this out." We all lean over to see the trend, and instantly our eyes widen. The trend reads: ZiamGirlMeetZiam

A snicker breaks out from Louis and me and Liam turn to face him. "What?" he grins excitedly, "I told you I'd make it happen."  

Chelsey's P.O.V

After a long chat with the boys again, one that was disturbed multiple times by Georgia, we sadly disconnect and promise to meet up. As soon as the phone's off, Georgia starts screaming at the top of her lungs and flipping her perfectly bone-straight bleach blond hair around. "AHHHH!!! WE'RE  GOING TO MEET THE BOYS! I'M GOING TO MEET ZAAAAYN!" My internal anger is flaring at the moment, because she made me look like an idiot in front of my five idols, and not to mention the however many thousand directioners watching the twit cam. I can barely hold in my excitement about meeting them, but currently, I am overwhelmed at how big-headed she was acting. "Georgia..." I say and try to stay calm. "You made me look like an idiot, you kept interrupting the boys even! All you wanted to do was flirt with Zayn..." She looks at me suspiciously and folds her arms, "You're just jealous that he actually wants to meet me," she spits. I splutter and mumble, because I truly don't know how to respond. Finally, I form a sentence, "I think you're interpretting everything the wrong way. You're blowing things out of proportion." She looks at me as if she could squash me in one go. "Blowing things out of proportion? Me? You're the one who's acting so vain about this whole thing! I saw the way you looked at those girls at school! You hardly spoke to them, that's how stuck-up you are." I stare at her harshly and try to be the bigger person, "You're not making any sense! I just didn't want to brag or boast with them there, those girls are the true directioners who really deserve to meet the boys!" Georgia looks like she's been slapped in the face, and I instantly regret my words. I get flustered and go red, I say, "Oh my god. I'm so sorry, Georgia. I didn't mean that, I seriously didn't-" she cuts in and says, "No, you meant everything you said, Chelsey. Go meet the boys without me, go flirt with Zayn for all I care. I don't care what you do." She stomps off and slams the door to my bedroom, I hear her rushed steps fly down my stairs and out the front door. I run to the window and open it up, I see her walking to the bus, along the sidewalk in front of my house. "Georgia! Wait!" She hears me, I can tell, and she's probably satisfied at the way I've just given in to her, she probably likes the way I call out to her like I need her. She continues walking and disappears from my sight, I flop down on my bed.