Text Be More Than Friends

Chapter Two: Spilling the beans . . . on Live TV!

CHAPTER 2

P. O. V. = Liam Payne

The interviewer was an overly perky brunette lady with a thick country drawl named Daisy or Leann or something along those lines. She was somewhere in her early thirties and CONSTANTLY flirted with Harry, I mean sure Caroline Flack made his cut but it isn’t like he’s gonna flirt with every woman twice his age.

Although, perhaps I was wrong given the fact he just flipped his hair as he grinned at her. She giggled giddily pulling a stand of hair behind her ears, she looked eager to change the subject.

“So boys, do you get hate mail often? I mean it seems like you have every girl in Texas head-over-heels in love, and I reckon the rest of the world is like that.

“Well,” I started. “There’s haters, and there’s always going to be those who just want to discriminate against us and it hurts, but we learn to live. I actually got a text today from someone who didn’t necessarily like us.”

The crowd ooh and looked towards me wonderingly, I even heard one girl shout, “I love you Daddy Directioner!” I smiled weakly toward the direction I heard her voice and a whole herd of teens and preteens shriek while hyperventilating. Suddenly the crowd that had gathered for the interview hushed and Daisy/Leann started to speak. “A text? Do you have your phone with you?” she asked curiously finally parting her eyes with Harry’s.

Should I have said this? I wonder digging in my pant pocket until I was able to extract the iPhone fitted in a thick Otterbox; “Um here you go . . .” Zayn quietly whispered her name to me. “Deanna.” 

Deanna pulled up into my messages and broadcasted the few texts on the screen blurring out the number. The girls in the stands started to murmur and talk quietly among themselves, my fellow One Direction members looked at me in shock. Zayn even started to give me this whole speech on how not to give nonfans my number.

“WELL,” Deanna said trying to get everyone to calm down. I mean it was just a few hate messages, it’s really not that big of a deal. Why is everyone in hysterics? “Y’all this has been One Direction!” The screen that we were being broadcasted on when dark as Deanna grabbed a piece of paper scribbled something on it and handed it to Harry.

“I suppose our interview is over” I say to no one in particular.

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P. O. V. = Madison Newman

I guess I know where my texts have gone now! That’s right, straight to one of the members of One Direction. Apparently all the times Kaitlin has tried to find Mr. Liam Payne’s number was useless since their numbers were the same only in a different pattern. Anyhow, I am now the most hated person in The US, UK, and Australia as well as many other One Direction loving countries. I guess that’s just how life is, you accidentally text a huge international pop star the things you’ve always wanted to tell your life long enemy and the world hates you for it. I bet it happens to everyone.

Well on the bright side they at least don’t know it’s me! I’m just thankful that Dallas interviewer had the courtesy of blurring out my number, now the only person who had my number were the boys from One Direction.

As I was thinking about how messed up my life is now I heard ever calming noise of my phone playing Kryptonite from 3 Doors Down, sure the song was old but I still loved it. Quickly I slipped my phone up so I could “unlock” it and I pressed accept. I didn’t know the number but it could easily be one of my friends I just haven’t plugged into my contacts yet.

“Hello?” I ask speaking into the receiver, now humming Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi for no reason what so ever. My mom would always play those classic rock songs in the car and they were catchy so they tended to make an imprint in my mind.

“Now tell how you know . . . wait are you humming Bon Jovi?” The voice on the other end asked, it definitely wasn’t one of my friends yet in sounded oddly familiar. I could tell they had some sort of accent.

“Um, yeah, Livin’ on a Prayer.”

The other voice spoke again as I realized the accent was Irish, “Li, you didn’t tell me this person was cool!” he said to someone in the background as it clicked. I was talking to Niall Horan of One Direction! I couldn’t help to grin like a madman, until I remembered that I accidentally texted Liam Payne I hated their music. Great. Once again Niall came onto the phone using a fake extra manly voice, “May I ask how you know my mate’s number?”

I bit the bottom of my lip, this was all an accident and I could come clean right now although I knew well enough that Liam would bully himself for showing misleading texts to everyone in the world, turning them all against me. “I’m a smart girl, I can figure out stuff on my own.”

I lied. Sure I was averagely smart but still that little fact had nothing to do with my current predicament. I wanted to scream, why am I like this?

“Okay, well, um I’m gonna go, I’m going to call you back after I’m done with an interview,” Niall said not quite buying into my LIE. He hung up the phone and I realized he didn’t use the same phone as Liam and I could tell it wasn’t a payphone. What a lucky girl I am, I have two of the phone numbers of the most popular boy band in the world. Except big difference, I didn’t get them because I was a “cute fan” at a concert or because they “just happened” to meet me walking down the street, it was because they hated me for my wrongly sent words. 

Thinking over my life once again I crawled into my bed and buried myself deep in the pillows and blankets wanting to escape the world and all its cruelties, I had really sunk myself hard now and I didn’t quite know how to get out. Niall James Horan would be calling me in about an hour to talk to me about why I hated One Direction while they’re one of my favorite bands. Hmm, my life was like a really sucky comedy.

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