Gotta Be You (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Stalker

“I am sorry, I honestly did not know that he was your boyfriend or the fact that he was taken. I was not even flirting with him, but as soon as I get my pretzels and water, I will be out of your way.”

Michaela awkwardly got her snacks and walked back to her shoot.  But as she was walking away she heard the second guy say, “Megan, I have told you not to stalk me anymore. We are over; there is no more us. So please do not do that again. She seemed like a nice girl, and she had the same accent as a friend of Zayn’s. It was also nice to not notice me for my fame, but just as a guy. Megan do not do that again. And I am going to apologize to her before it is too late.” And before Michaela knew it, the second guy was right by her side. “I am so sorry about what just happened back there,” he said. “ She is just a crazy ex who needs to learn to mind her own business. So as I asked earlier, where are you from?”

“I am from Texas. And I am sorry but I cannot talk. The break from my shoot is almost over, and I do not want to be late.” She picked up her pace and went back into the room as though nothing had ever happened. Around 5:45 the shoot was over. As Michaela was waiting for Callie to pick her up, Michaela saw the two guys from the vending machine get into a Range Rover, similar to the one Sassy drove. The first guy was the one driving, and as soon as he noticed her, he pulled the car alongside the curb. The second guy rolled down his window and said, “Do you need a ride home?”

“Oh, I cannot accept a ride from strangers.” They started laughing at her remark.

“Well, that’s really innocent of you. And I promise we will get you to your home safe and sound. So what do you say?”

“ That sounds like a good offer, but normally my friend drives me, and I am not good with directions. So I really don’t know how to get to my house.”  But before she knew it, Michaela received a text from Callie saying that Michaela should call a cab and gave her the address to the house.

“Well as it turns out, my friend just texted me telling me to call a cab, but I don’t have the money to call a cab so would ya’ll be willing to drive me?”

“Wasn’t that the question? Hop on in.”

Michaela jumped into the backseat and gave the boys the address to put into their GPS system. The ride was only twenty minutes, but the conversation never lulled. They talked about Texas to London to Obama to Katherine Jenkins and Adele. Michaela was laughing so hard at one point she almost started crying. They two boys had three friends that the talked about that seemed really cool. So Michaela said, “How about you and your friends come over for dinner one day?”

“Yea, we would love to. How about tomorrow?”

“That’s soon, but I think we can do it. Or How about Saturday?” The two boys looked at each other with wary eyes.

“We have a concert to go see on Saturday.”

“That’s totally cool, so then tomorrow?”

“Yea sounds good.”

“So I am going to need one of ya’ll’s numbers so that I can contact ya’ll if plans change. Oh and what would ya’ll like? And if I knew your names that would be nice also.”

“Oh, yea, that would be nice. I am Liam and this is Harry. It does not matter, which number you have, but make sure that with the salad there are carrots.” They pulled up to the curb by Michaela’s house and said goodbyes. And Michaela walked away with not one fit guys number but tow fit guy’s number. She was going to set up each of her friends with one of their friends. But she hoped that their friends were just as hot as the two boys she met. Although, she never did see their eyes; because, the boys were wearing sunglasses. Almost as though they were hiding their identity. Nevertheless, she could not wait to tell her friends of the great day she had.