She's Not Afraid

CHAPTER SEVENTY: M.F.P.O.T.Y.

CHAPTER SEVENTY: M.F.P.O.T.Y. (MOTHER F*CKING PARTY OF THE YEAR)

"I'm giving you a free V.I.P. ticket to my concert this Friday." Marshall dropped by at my place unexpectedly the next day.

"Cool!" I gladly accepted the ticket.

"How about us?" Harry asked.

"Go buy your own kid... if there's any ticket left, that is." He grinned.

Wow, I've never seen Marshall this happy when it comes to bullying someone.

"Meanie." Harry mumbled.

"Hey, how come you boys are always hanging around Cher? I'm pretty sure you guys have a tough schedule." Marshall thought out loud.

"Don't tell Simon." Louis said.

"Tsk, that just makes me want to tell him all the more." My manager snickered.

"Oh yeah? Well, see you at your concert." Louis smirked.

"You're going?" Marshall arched an eyebrow.

"Oh, we'll ALL be there." Louis said confidently.

"Then good luck finding a ticket, mate." Marshall mocked his British accent.

"See you there, Lloyd and please do be careful of your boy toys... especially at night." He added then out he went through the door.

"Why does that guy hate me?" Louis asked.

"Don't take the credit all to yourself, Louis. I'm pretty sure he hates all of us or any guy who wanders around Cher for that matter." Harry said.

"And great work by the way, Louis. How are we supposed to get our hands on some tickets that are sold out already?" Zayn said sarcastically.

"Good question." Liam said while Niall just nodded.

"We'll find a way."

Being a spectator isn't so bad after all... I'm kind of enjoying this for some reason.

*LOUIS' POV*

"I figured it out!" I exclaimed.

"What have you got?" Harry asked.

"We're going to need our charms, that simple." I smirked.

"You're not planning on convincing some fans to give us there tickets, are you?" Liam asked.

"Why not?"

"They're Eminem's fans, not ours and if the rapper hates us then wouldn't his fans also repulse us?" Liam explained.

"Very keen observation there. Then I guess I'll just have to convince Cher to take me as her plus one..." I changed my mind.

"What about us?" Nialler asked.

"Uh, I got nothing else." The other idea I had just got trampled by Liam.

"Bye!" I dashed upstairs to tell Cher of my brilliant plan.

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"My plus one?"

"Yeah, I heard that V.I.P.s get to bring one." I said.

"What's in it for me?" Cher crossed her arms.

"My wonderful company." Duh.

"I'm not convinced. You're gonna have to try harder than that. If you can offer me something that I want then perhaps..." She's hard to please alright.

"Wait, I'm thinking!" What could Cher Lloyd possibly want?

"I can offer you my body." I just thought of something not worth passing up.