I Refuse to Fangirl (1D fanfic)

Chapter 2

After I don't know how many hours, the concert finally ends. Sadly, it's not the end for me. I have to go meet the little snobs...again! I look over at Ella and see a huge smile on her face. She so excited about this. I have to be good for her. No cursing them out, no yelling. Just smile and nod, when they talk. I touch my face lightly. "Ow," I hiss, breathing through my teeth.

That girl socked me good. Ella grabs me and pulls me towards the backstage tour. She is so eager, like a little girl going to buy candy. I can't ruin this for her. We are first in line backstage too. There are only about 20-30 other girls. One Direction comes from the stage, sweaty and tired.

Take deep breaths, I tell myself as all the other girls point at me, whispering.

~Harry Styles~

The guys and I walk towards where the fans with backstage passes will be.

I walk eagerly to the crowd, hoping to find some cute girls around my age. All the girls in the crowd of 30 start squealing and holding their hands out...except one. She's that pretty girl that I asked to come up stage earlier. Um...Chloe.

All of us stop dead in our tracks as we see her flip her blonde hair in our direction. Haha, our direction is One Direction. Haha.

If she's backstage she must've been lying about liking us. She and her friend are first in line. They walk up to us. She folds her arms then takes her friend's phone to take a picture of her and us. "What's your name?" Zayn asks.

"Ella," she squeals.

"Sup, Ella," Louis says nicely. I think that poor girl's gonna faint.

They all take quick peeks at Chloe.

"Do you want to take a picture with us, Chloe?" I ask.

She plasters on an overly perky smile. "Sorry, no thanks."

The guys and I huddle. "She's gotta be faking, right?" I ask.

"I dunno," Niall responds, "but this is unnatural."

Liam jumps in, "Maybe she's faking it and we have to do something every fan would want to get it out of her."

Zayn's already one step ahead of us. He walks over to where she is texting and grabs her phone. He opens the camera app. Next thing I know it, we're taking group selfies.

The phone is slapped onto the ground by Chloe. She bends down to pick it up. "Why would you do that!?" she screams. She scrunches up her nose and wipes the phone on her leggings. "My phone was the only thing you hadn't contaminated!" she whines.

"Contaminated...with awesomeness?" I ask hopefully.

She sneers.

Ella grabs her shoulders. "Show some respect. You're talking to One Direction! Please, for me."

"I'm sorry, El! I tried to be nice but they took my phone. You know I love my phone. I really tried for you."

Ella shakes her head, disbelievingly. What have we done? Did we just start a fight between two friends?

But, Chloe is joking...right!? She loves One Direction...right!?

Liam taps Ella on the shoulder. "Why don't you two go wait in the back room?" He points behind us. "Just give us a minute."

Ella drags-and I actually mean drags-Chloe to the back room, Chloe stumbling in step.

We take pictures with the other fans, talk for a little bit, and hurry things up so we can talk to the girls.

After half an hour, we get security to escort them out, then huddle again. "Guys, I think I have a full proof plan. Something no fan could resist." I wiggle my eyebrows. "No girl at all could resist."

We go to the back room and find the two girls sitting on opposite couches looking bored and sick of each other.

~Chloe River~

Ella and I just argued for about 20 minutes. There was yelling, there were insults, there was cussing, there was an exchange of pillow throwing, there was hair tugging. It was basically just a normal cat fight, since I couldn't bring myself to fight with punching and kicking. She's being unreasonable, but she's still my best friend.

The noobs finally come into the room after 'tending to their fans.'

I fold my arms and roll my eyes. They all look at the curly-haired one, flabbergasted at my boredness.

The curly haired one sits down next to me. "Hey, Chloe," he says.

"Hey...you." I wave back at him, unfolding my arms.

He glares at me for a second. What? I didn't know your name, jeez.

Ella sighs. "Their names are Harry, Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Niall," she says, pointing at each of them individually as she said their name.

I was supposed to remember that?

"Ugh," I groan, "why do their names have to be so confusing? From now on you are...Larry, George, Bob, Bill, and..." I try to think of another easy name. Eh, what the heck? "you're Pizza."

"I get to be Pizza? Yesssss!" the blond one, Pizza, cheers. I roll my eyes, stifling a laugh.

Larry laughs. "You hear that guys? She got my name closest. All she did was change the 'H' to an 'L.'"

George, Bob, and Bill groan.

I stand up to stretch, Larry following.

"Anyways," Larry turns to me, "we know that you're actually a fan." He winks at me. "You're just doing this for attention."

In your dreams.

The next thing Larry says, makes me think I might be dead. It's too weird, too unexpected. "How about a kiss?"

He leans in. He's not even puckering. He's about to full on French me. I lean backwards, but he keeps coming in. Pretty soon, I find myself attempting a matrix move and end up falling on my butt.

The guys look horrified.

"What is it?" I ask.

"You actually don't like One Direction?" George says as though he's discovered the mystery of life.

I clap my hands together slowly. "Wow, nothing gets past you, Einstein."

"But-"

"Can I go home, now?" I plead.

"No," Bob deadpans.

"Why not, Bob?" I ask.

"My name is Louis."

I roll my eyes. "Whatever, Bob."

He gasps. "Give me your phone number."

"What the hell? No!"

He grabs my phone anyways.

He texts himself with it, while holding it up too high for me to reach, jump as I may.

Damn it.

I finally grab his bicep and yank it down to get my phone back.

"Why do you want my phone number?"

"Because we're gonna hang out with you and Ella."

Ella lets out a deafening shriek.

"Ella," Bill adds, "make sure she picks up when we call."

Ella nods rapidly before I drag her to where her dad is waiting in his car.

We'll be home by about 12:30. Then I can sleep all of this off and ignore Bob whenever he calls.

I yawn and lean against the window.