Learn To Fake It, Sweetheart. [One Direction-Harry S. fanfic]

[Chapter One]

A/N- Hi there! Here's my chapter one 

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Alex' POV

"Oh my gosh, Did you hear? One Direction's holding an autograph signing just a few blocks from here!!!" I hear some random girl next to me squeel, trying to whisper but. HELLO?! I CAN STILL HERE YOU.

"What? No way!!!! That's soooo cool!!!" Her friend replied giggling

GAH!

Grabbing my text books I exit the library, So much for studying.

Don't get me wrong, I have nothing and I repeat nothing. Against the girls at my school...It's just I can't stand One Direction!

They just weren't for me...I guess.

But I think I'm the only one who seems to think that considering that almost every girl in my school is gaga for them.

I dash down the hall towards my locker where I'm greeted by my smiling friend, Andrea Marize, (Am for short)

"Hey!" She chirped, her brown curly hair falling perfectly down on her shoulders.

"Hey..."

"Why the long face?" She asked worriedly, honestly she is the nicest girl I know.

"Eh, it's nothing." I replied stuffing my books into my unorganized locker. "Hey, what do you see in One Direction?"

Instantly her face lit up with joy, with that hint of fangirl glow. 

I shouldn't have asked. 

"Well for starters, they're funny, awesome, cute and did I mention they're awesome?" 

See even my best friend likes them, But I don't hate her. In fact I love her more than pizza and ice cream. (trust me that's saying something).

"Do you need more examples because I can list a bunch of other good qualities!"

I rolled my eyes amusingly.

"I get it." I chuckled.

Just then I felt my cellphone vibrate in my pocket.

I'm outside. Come quick, we have to discuss business.

-Aunt Pat.

My smile faded away.

Did I forget to mention that I have a crazy aunt who seems to shove me into whatever modeling job she can find? No? Well, there I just mentioned her.

"I have to go. My aunt's calling." I sighed.

She flashed me a sympathetic look and gave me a pat on the back

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Outside I find my aunt wearing her business clothes leaning on her black Mercedes, what ever it is that we're doing this time it must be serious.

Straightening up, I scoot my way over to her.

"Ah, Alex! Glad you came." She chimed grinning at me

"Did I have a choice?" I muttered under my breath.

" I got an offer from a very big music company! They need someone to act for them"

"I don't act." I spat.

"Well, this acting job doesn't need much experience." She fiddled with the single pink streak in my hair

"What do they want me to play anyway and who am I working with?" I asked

"Lex, what did I tell you about dying your hair?"  She scolded.

But of course she chose to ignore me.

"No matter, we'll fix that at home, just get in the car."

Opening the car door, she gestured for me to get in and before I could ask any more question slammed the door in my face.

"Seatbelt!" I hear her call from the driver's seat.