Love for the Famous

      It's still me, the regular ol' Amy Riddle. Only difference is it's not my real name..... I'm not going to bring her back or any other Harry Potter story back, I'm sorry. I'm re-writing Love for the Famous because I bloody messed up! Hope you guys like it!

                                                                 ~Flashback~

       I stood on the stage of X Factor for a guest performance. I was a bit startled from the amount of people the crowd had. I close my eyes and took a deep breath.

                                                                   ~Present~

        I sit in my large apartment bored. Ever sense I came into England I've been recording the 'Up All Night' album from One Direction. My manager, James, wants me to show people One Direction's really not that talented. I'm suppose to be able to show people I can sing any song without a problem.

        I'm not really all comfortable with the plan. I'm really just rubbing it in One Direction face. I'm actually not a fan of them at all. Their songs are good, it's just the boys. They seem a bit fake to me. Harry's annoyed me the most out of all the boys,  He dated Caroline, I really couldn't believe that.

        I sit in thought until my phone goes off with Ed Sheeran's Drunk. I pick up the phone and press it to my ear.

       "Hello?" I ask dully.

       "Skye, be down to the studio in ten." I groan at the call from James and go get changed. I put on black skinny jeans and a white longs sleeved v-necked shirt. I slip on my black converse and walk out of the building. Studio's only a block away so I walk. I take out my phone and tweet a little something to my fans. 

              ~Just finishing up recording today!

        I slip my phone back into my pocket and walk into the studio. I walk down several hall ways until I come to the recording room. James sit's in his usal spinning chair. His hairless head is turned toward the right talking to someone. His brown eyes are bright with news.

         I walk in the room fully to see a women in her mid twenties with blond hair and hazel eyes. She smiles at me and stands up to shake my hand.

        "Jessica Page, I'm here to interview you!" She says shaking my hand roughly. I nod and sit down in the last available chair.

        "First, I want to know," She pauses for a second. "If that wavy brown hair, ocean blue eyes, and rosie cheeks are all natural."

        "Yea, it's all natural." I say smiling. She nods and types something down on her lap top.

        "So, your fourteen and a huge fan of One Direction?" She ask. 

       "I'm sixteen and I''m nowhere near a fan of One Direction." I say rolling my eyes.

       "Do you think you would date any of the boys in One Direction?" I have to bit my lip from screaming at the women.

       "No, I don't like any of 'em." I say.

       "Ok, What's your favorite color, food, band, movie, and book." She ask getting ready to type.

       " Neon's, carrots or tacos, Coldplay, Love Actually, and Harry Potter." I say smiling to myself.

       "What do you look for in a boy?" She asks.

       "Someone Funny, loyal, a good cook, flirty, protective, and charming." I say.

       "Thank you for your time." She says and walks out. I look over at James who just types on his computer.

       "So, what are we going to do now?" I ask bored.

      "Post the album you sang on Youtube, Facebook, and Twitter." He mutters. After a few minuets he presses enter and turns to me.

      "Is it out?" I ask smiling.

     "It's on everything about One Direction." He says with a smirk.

     "Should I send out a tweet about it?" I ask taking out my phone.

     "You don't really have to from the views you've already gotten, but go ahead." I nod and send it out.

     "How long do I get off now?" I ask. Were finished with the whole album so we wouldn't do much.

    "The rest of today, were making a music video of you for What Makes You Beautiful." He says going back to his computer.

                                                                           ~Harry's Pov~

       I sit back stage with the boys on twitter. It's an hour wait until the show begins so we might as well rest.

      "Lads, look at this." Liam says putting up the volume so we could hear the voice of a girl singing What Makes You Beautiful.

      "Did one of our fans make that for us?" Louis asks without taking his eyes off his phone.

      "No, I think this girl, Skye Stewart, might be a bit of competition for us." Liam mutters not taking his eyes off his phone.

      "Let me see." I ask as Liam hands me his phone. I look at the picture of the girl that covers the video. Beautiful brown wavy hair, blue eyes, and rosie cheeks.

      "Pretty hot competition." I mutter. All the boys but Liam looks at me confused. They all take Liam's phone away from me and stare at it shocked.

      "How many songs did she do?" I ask.

     "All of 'em." Niall says not taking his eyes off the phone. I groan. She has a beautiful voice, she could pull all of our fans away from us.

     "It gets worse," Zayn says scrolling down his phone. "Our fans are taking sides."