Text Be More Than Friends

Chapter Three: Bets are made, suspenders are whacked

CHAPTER 3

P. O. V. = Liam Payne

            Apparently Niall thinks that we need to talk to her in more depth on why she hates us, honestly I think he just to talk to her about songs by Bon Jovi and other classic rock legends. That boy really needs to get his priorities straight; I mean management was breathing down our necks livid with me telling the press about my hate mail. Almost immediately after our hectic live television interview management had called Harry saying that we need to get some better publicity, meaning he wants at least one of us to get a girlfriend. Why they called Harry and not me, I mean this is my fault? He’s the ladies’ man, the player, I’m Daddy Directioner; I wouldn’t just date a girl for a publicity stunt. I have better morals than that and it made me a feel a little lame that the whole world knew that. I mean that’s my personal life, right   

            “Hey Liam! Tell Haz to give me my suspenders back, Ow!” Lou wailed out in agony as Harry chased him with a pair of of Louis’ beige suspenders whacking him like it was a whip as Lou cowered behind hotel residents reading magazines. I mean really they’re eighteen and twenty they’re old enough to act civilized, why must I always be the one keeping the lads in line? Still I knew not to get in-between this or I’d be the subject to Louis’ suspender beatings courtesy of Mr. Harry Styles. So instead of getting abused by Harry like Lou was I walked over to Zayn and Niall whom were in a very heated conversation about my mysterious “hater”.

            “Man, she can’t be hot if she’s sending Li hurtful texts about us, I don’t care how much she likes Bon Jovi.” Zayn contradicted leaving Niall speechless, poor lad, he was head over heels in love with a girl who hated us that he’s never met. She could be a Bieber hater for all he knows. Being the strong willed lad he was he shook his head as if clearing his head s=from that preposterous idea

            “Humph, I bet you fifteen dollars she gorgeous. I’ll call her right up and tell her we want to meet this mysterious hater!” Niall said smirking as he just won a battle.

I rolled my eyes, Niall can be so arrogant sometimes. He trusts his heart over his mind, although it’s not always bad, it’s not smart. I didn’t really like the idea of having a nonfan around us in case she was just going to be plain rude. “Um, Niall, your forgetting a few things.” I say, a wide smirk now forming on my lips. “What if what if she doesn’t live in Texas and what if she doesn’t want to come.” But it was too late. That dirty little leprechaun had already dialed the number.

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            P. O. V. = Madison Newman

I agreed. Happens to be I lived about fifteen minutes from where One Direction was secretly residing, it wasn’t that far of a drive so I decided to jog over so I could get my daily workout over with. Carelessly I swept my dark curly pure brown hair into a hot pink ponytail holder as well as a light pearly pink satin ribbon and took off not bothering to put any more than lip-gloss on for make-up.

            “Hey mom, I’m heading out for a jog!” I squawked slamming the door as I was left the house, developing a nice steady pace as I started to run past my mom’s old Toyota truck. I was surprisingly decent at running, I had made track earlier in the year during spring while right now was about summer and it was hot. Texas is always hot during summer although it just seemed extreme right now. So extreme that I started to sweat. Great. I’m going to be all sweaty for One Direction I thought as I made it to the halfway mark. The rest of the way went by rather quickly and I was at their hotel in no time.

            Nervously I ran a hand through my hair trying to look decent for the boys as I pulled the door open. The lobby was oddly empty except for a very annoyed receptionist desperately trying to read a magazine, she was somewhere in her forties and obviously didn’t know who One Direction was and five incredibly hot boys who were ruff housing everywhere. From playfully screaming as they slapped each other to whacking each other with suspenders while the other cowered on the ground. Wait, why was Lou crying behind a chair as Harry whipped him with his suspenders? That was just strange.

            “Hey, um Niall Horan asked me to meet him here,” I stated as nonchalantly as humanly possible, they all gawked at me creepily. What? Oh God please tell me my hot pink tank was too revealing or see-through, maybe it was my smell from running? Then unbelievable awkward silence thickened until a certain adorably blond Irish boy decided to speak up.

            “Hey Zayn, you owe me fifteen dollars, dude,” Niall pronounced smirking very handsomely as he stepped towards me until he was nearly a foot away from me. He looked me dead in the eye, wow he has some pretty eyes, I thought as he spoke up again. “So, I hear you like Bon Jovi.”

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