I Refuse to Fangirl (1D fanfic)

Chapter 4

~Harry Styles~

The guys and I smile widely as Chloe successfully says all of our real names.

She high fives Ella, who is very excited about this. I walk over to her with my hand held up in hopes of a high five. She scrunches up her nose and walks away.

And so much for that.

Honestly, I called her up onstage originally because she is really pretty. She has long blonde hair, curves, and this dangerous glow. That's a glow that I know very well because it surrounds me at all hours.

I walk back over to her. "Don't you guys have a job you're supposed to be doing?" She says while perfectly throwing a ski ball into the top left corner and gaining 100 points.

"Being bad's a full time job, love," I reply.

She looks at me in horror. What did I do? Do I have something on my face besides gorgeousness? What?

Ella, who had been listening in, squeals. "Chloe, looks like you and Harry are a lot alike," she says, suggestively. Then, out of nowhere comes her shriek, "CHLARRY! I TOTALLY SHIP IT!"

Mother of cows, she is a total fangirl.

"What just happened?"

Being the irresistible mystery Chloe is, she shrugs like nothing's bothered her and puts her hand on my chest with a shove. I stumble slightly backwards. My mouth opens but she cuts me off. "'Being bad's a full time job' is my catchphrase. Get your own," she says smoothly, and with a sickly sweet smile, she turns back to the ski ball game and rolls another perfect 100. Goddamn, is she just smooth at everything? Reminds me of myself.

I go to the bathroom, escaping the scene quietly.

I come back and it doesn't even seem like anyone's noticed my disappearance. Well, I feel loved.

They're all gathered around Louis and his phone. When I go over to see what's up, I look at the cell phone screen. They're looking at texts from management. That's never good.

~Louis Tomlinson~

Everyone gathers around the awful message from management. The one the guys and I dreaded. Four words I didn't want to hear or see.

Management:

Where are you guys?

I hear Harry cuss under his breath as he sees the screen.

"Maybe I can turn this into a good thing," I say, doubting even myself. "Make it seem like we're winning over Chloe River."

They all shrug. Helpful, aren't they?

I quickly type the words:

Hanging with Chloe River. Winning her over. One Direction will have all it's good publicity back. :)

"Think they'll buy it?" Liam asks.

A slow smirk tugs at Chloe's lips. "Course they will. I'm pretty awesome, so I'm sure they'll be thrilled that you're hanging with me." She pulls at her jean jacket like the bad boys do in the movies.

My phone buzzes when I least expect it to: while I'm laughing. The phone makes a thud at its harsh contact with the floor.

I nearly dive down to grab it, anxious to read the answer. I read it out loud:

Management:

Perfect. You boys are smarter than we give you credit for. Send us some pictures. We'll post them online.

Harry wraps an arm around Chloe, and she stares harshly in reply. "Let's take some selfies," Harry says.

We all smush together to take group selfies. We all stick our tongues out and do duck faces and smile and do serious faces over the course of the pictures.

Chloe suddenly frowns after I send the pictures to management. "People aren't gonna think I'm a One Direction fan now, are they?"

Harry groans. "You mean we still haven't gotten there yet?"

"Or ever," she finishes with a sarcastic smirk. "Maybe we're hanging out, but that doesn't make me a 'fan,'" she clarifies. "I'm not just going to like your music because I like you guys."

Ella squeals, and the guys and I share a victorious glance.

She quickly allows her hands to clamber over her mouth, looking horrorstruck. She calms down. "Shoot, did I say that out loud?"

"Yes, yes you did," Zayn replies.

She looks like her entire life has been flushed down the toilet. Harry walks over there and wiggles his eyebrows. "So, do you like me?"

"I like you, least of all."

And Harry's face falls as the sting of rejection settles into him. Poor lad didn't stand a chance.

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~Ella Yukimura~

My long brown hair tickles my shoulders as we all slide back into the limo, after a couple of hours at the arcade. Oh my god! You're with One Direction!

Contain your fangirl, Ella. Just a little longer...

Zayn slides in next to me and on my other side is Niall. I swear my ovaries are going to explode.

I bite my lips madly to keep myself calm. By the time we've driven a couple blocks, I yelp.

"What's wrong, Ella?" Chloe asks hurriedly.

"I was biting my lip and now it's bleeding," I say sheepishly, avoiding the amused glare of Harry, who's sitting next to Chloe.

Chloe just gives me a blank look. "You never bite your lip. Why were you biting it?"

I was containing my inner fangirl. But since I obviously can't say that, I go for another approach. Before I can say a word, laughter ricochets off the walls of the vehicle.

"Your inner fangirl?" Harry cocks an amused eyebrow while laughing.

Oh, shoot.

My life...is officially over.

Thank god I don't blush or my cheeks would be shriveled up from the heat. I laugh nervously along trying to play it off cool, but let's face it. No getting over this one.

Good job, Ella. Look what you've done.

The drive home after that is long and tedious for me. Then something...funny happens. Niall and Chloe are able to spark up a conversation about their mutual interest in food...and I think I heard something about RPG's but I know close to nothing about video games, so I leave them to their conversation. Zayn, Louis, and Liam are all really nice to me but when I try to bring Harry into the conversation, all he does is give me a glazed over look before turning back to Chloe and Niall, seeming angry at Niall. He just stares and whenever he tries to jump in on their talk, he gets cut off and then seems defeated.

"Ella."

"Yeah," I say turning back to the boys who are actually paying attention to me.

"How many posters of us do you have in your room?" Liam asks, stifling laughter.

I look down at my feet, which are now pigeon-toed. "Four."

"Ha, you owe me 5 bucks, Louis," he exclaims. I look at them in horror. Oh god, I made a fool out of myself. They placed bets on me?

I turn a blushing cheek, so that I'm looking over at Chloe and Niall.

"I told you guys not to! You guys just embarrassed her!" I hear Zayn scolding them.

Thump. Thump.

I turn back to them and find Louis and Liam rubbing the backs of their heads and Zayn smiling at me sympathetically.

Boom!

Well, there go my ovaries.