The Directioner Games

[3] Harry Styles say what??!

A/N: I really LOVE writing TDG! It brings out my wild side! Lol. Enjoy! :D

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Chapter 3

"And I'm Santa's granddaughter." I replied with a straight face. Who knew that a day would come where I would find Harry Styles - the Harry Styles - make a really corny joke. His emerald green eyes sparkled with amusement and he tugged on my unicorn-themed robe's sleeve, beckoning me to follow him.

My head felt like an atom bomb and I really couldn't care less with what happened to me, as long as I got to hit the sack real soon. I let Harry drag me off to where ever he was dragging me off. Turns out it was really just the door from where I could hear my mom from. 'This gonna be good' I thought to myself as Harry pushed open the door.

It was a small room. Too well-lit for my taste. But it was a room. And I was forced to come face-to-face with the other members of One Direction. I paused, looking at each of them turn by turn. drinking in their good looks. Hot diggity dog! These guys were even hotter in person! And I used to think that my posters of them were good-looking. My mouth went dry and I stood there opening and closing my mouth like a freaking fish.

"Hello! Earth to Arielle!" exclaimed Harry, waving his hands in my face. I pushed him to the side and it was only then that I noticed my mother, Paul and some official looking dudes standing to the side. I hadn't acknowledged their presence at all. Oops, my bad.

"Oh hello Mother!" I waved cheerily at her. She met my smile with a scowl and a stern glare. "Don't you 'hello' me, young lady! You are in the deepest trouble imaginable!" Oh believe me Mother. I can imagine what kind of trouble I'm in.

I looked up at her innocently till I heard a chuckle from the other side and a loud clearing of the throat. The chuckle escaped from Louis' lips. Oh God. Those beautiful, kissably kissable lips. I day dreamed about them for a while till another loud clearing of the throat occurred. "What?" I said irritably at the official-looking dude in black. Couldn't he see that he was interrupting something? People these days.

"Ms. Arielle Thompson. Your unfortunate incident proved to be..." he droned. I cut him off hastily. No way in hell was he going to go on and on about my 'unfortunate' incident in front of the spawns of Adonis himself! "Look man in black, I know what I did was 'unfortunate' and 'unforgivable' and a bunch of other silly words but no use crying over spilt milk, right? I'm sorry not sorry about calling those extremely loud, obnoxiously annoying fans of yours a rude word but what's done is done.I also know for a fact that my mom here is going to kill me once we're alone so please let my death be a peaceful one. Let me go and I...I promise..I promise I'll leave with only a couple of autographs and some pictures." I concluded.

There was an eerie silence in the room. The sort of silence that is unnerving. Then I heard a deep, resonating laugh, and another, and another till the entire room, save for my mother, laughed their Calvin Klein underwear cladded asses off. So much for my thought provoking speech. I harrumphed loudly and soon enough, the laughter died. Liam was still chuckling though but I wasn't' mad. I flashed him a warm smile in return.

"Ms. Thompson, I'm afraid you have mistaken the cause of our calling you here. We are actually glad you burst out like that. We were having some...difficulties regarding a certain project. And you seem to have solved those problems for us." I looked at the dude incredulously. Well, well, well, well. I looked at each of the boys from the corner of my eye and noticed a beautiful frown on Liam's beautiful face. Usually frowns are ugly but this is Liam Payne we're talking about!

I turned my attention back to the dude.

"What sort of problems? And how have I supposedly fixed them?"

The dude cleared his throat again. This was really getting annoying. "Buy some cough drops." I suggested which earned me a scathing look from Mother dearest. Oh well.

"Ms, Thompson, Syco Records have decided on a reality television show to boost the band's fan base and so, they came up with a game show designed for the fans of the band. The Directioners? Yes. If you shall be ever so willing to assist us, I shall tell you what the game is about and of course why you will be needed. Your mother has already been notified and she agrees that it is a suitable er...punishment for your misgivings. Should your mother force you to comply with our wishes, that is none of our business."

I looked at my mom and she turned away from me. I know why my mother had planned for me to 'comply' with their wishes! It's probably because they'll want me to scrub toilets or something! This was incredibly against my rights! i stood up furiously and banged my fist on the wooden table that separated me from the official dudes, Paul and the Greek Gods. And ouch that hurt like a female dog. Yes, I have decided to censor my vocabulary after a very recent incident.

"I will not scrub One Direction toilets!" I exclaimed to which there were a few chuckles but mostly unbelieving looks from the official dudes. "How about if we promise that no toilets will ever be cleaned by you if you join us on this venture? There will only be people scrubbing your toilet for you in return?" I smiled. That could work.

"What will I get in return if I agree?" I asked suspiciously.

"Forgiveness. And unlimited interaction with our boys themselves."

"What sort of interaction?"

"Oh. The kind all Directioners everywhere would die to have."

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