If The Shoe Fits {A 1D/Liam FanFic} {Sequel To Head Over Sneakers}

Chapter Two ~ Meet and Greet

Ellie's {Coffee Obsessed} Point of View

i can't go interrogate One Direction without a little Frappacino, can I? I think not. 

This morning, I snuck out of my apartment early, so I could go and 'surprise' the 1D guys at their meet and greet today, conviently in the city. I left a note for Cindy:

Dear Cindyboo,

I'm out early to pick up some ointment for a rash, yikes!

Elliebear

Well, it was... semi-believable.

I just finished my Frappacino (a sad moment when you realize that you've ran out of calories to consume!) and I'm almost at the venue for the meet and greet. Not that I even needed to know it's address. For 5 blocks coming up to the venue, there were little fangirls everywhere. They were only letting in a certain amount of people in at a time, and there was no way that I was waiting in a line that long. 

Okay, I had been expecting this problem. I'd.. just have to talk to the security. 

I struted straight up to the the huge African American security guys in front of the venue who were slowly letting girls (and some boy directioners, though not many) through the doors. Not even trying to hide myself, I ducked my head under the velvet rope and walked up to them. Their attention was immeditately averted to me. 

"Hey, little lady, you'll have to wait on line!" A tall man with a rather distinctive unibrow said. Unibrow frowned at me. 

I scowled right back at him. His tallness didn't indimidate me. "Excuse me, I'm am not a little lady. For your information, I am a whole 5 foot 3 inches. And I know One Direction personally."  And I wasn't lying. Unifrown kept on staring degradingly. "Well, okay, you got me," I said, and he smirked. "I"m actually 5  foot 2 and 3 quarters." I smirked right back at his annoying face. 

Unifrown's nostrils flared. Uggh. He could get some nose hairs plucked, pa-lease. "I think it's time to go, little lady."

"Call me little lady one more time-"

"Ellie!?"

Could that be?

I think it is!

"Wane?" Could it really be my security guard friend from a whole 2 years ago? No way!

Yes way. 

Wane emerged from the crowd, behind Unifrown. "What are you doing here?" He asked with an odd expression on his face. C'mon, he wasn't excited to see me? Ha.

"Oh, I'm just visiting my old frends." I retorted, staring right at Unifrown.

"You know her?" He grunted at Wane. 

Please please please Wane let me in! Wane looked reluctant at first, be he said, "Uh, yes, she is friends with Liam." Yes thank you so much you abnormally sized man!

"Excuse me," I said sassily, pushing past Unifrown. Ew, doesn't anyone get him a pair of tweezers?

Following Wane inside the building, I saw the chaos that enveloped the area. What looked like 200 hundred girls screamed in line for their chance to meet One Direction. I tapped Wane on the shoulder. "I'll take it from here," I screamed over the noise. He raised an eyebrow but nodded.

I purposely walked outside of the velvet rope, and some of directioners started noticing. Well, I don't blame them for being upset. Sorry!

I finally had reach the front of the room, where the boys were seated at a long table with a huge stack of their new CDs. This was their fourth album, called To Whom It May Concern, and I'll admit that it was really good. Good for them that they had held on to fame all the way up to 2014.

The security guys near the table eyed me questioningly. I took a deep breath, and went for it. I knew that in about 5 seconds I was about to hoisted over one of their shoulders and carried out of the venue.

Oh well. 

I stormed up in front of a sweet looking tiny blonde girl (gosh, I'm sorry world) and grabbed a CD. Zayn was the first one at the table, looking down at the blonde girl's CD while he signed it.

Without thinking, I launched myself into action. I cleared my throat. "Ahem." I slid the CD in front of him. "Can you sign this for my cousin please?" 

Without looking up, he slid the blonde girl's CD to the next guy in line, Harry. While Zayn started signing my CD, I realized that he looked almost as good as he did 2 years ago. His face had matured; he was handsome. His black hair was styled in a messy fringe, and the tips of his hair were a bit lighter, a brown shade. "What's your cousin's name?" He asked. 

I smirked to myself. "Cindy." 

With that, he slowly looked up at me, and realizing who I was, his face became struck with astonishment. Yes Zayn, I am the cousin of the girl you cheated on.

He started stuttering. Well, serves him right. "Did you write 'To Cindy'?" I asked mockingly. Yes, I know, it was cruel. Sorry, I'll have to balance out my karma some other time. Instead of sliding the CD to Harry, who by this point had recognized me and was looking at me with a expression of fright, he pushed it to me. 

Without glancing at the signature, I looked down the line of boys until I found the one that I was looking for, glancing down at a CD with a cute little grin. He looked just like I remembered him as, and it possible, better. He wore a bright blue tee shirt with a navy sweatshirt on top, black jeans, and white sneakers. 

Rather than my sneaky approach with Zayn, I immediately leaned into him. "Liam." I whispered. 

He looked up at me, and the euphoria that came with his surprise was evident. He squinted his warm brown eyes with a smile, and ruffled his spiky brown locks. "Ellie." He said back to me. "What are you-" 

I leaned closer to him, close enough to smell his cologne, my breath hitting his ear. "Please, I'll explain later, just meet me in Central Park after this. At the zoo, near the giraffes. Please, I-I need you. I mean, I need your help." I whispered.  

Though he appeared surprised, and the fans were definitely getting annoyed with me, but I knew the kind of guy Liam was. Sweet, caring... he would do this.

"Okay," he whispered back.

I surprised myself by having the courage to do that. But I needed his help.

The rest of boys (except for Zayn) were staring at us. I pulled away from Liam and straightened my posture, being sure to glare at Zayn. "Have a nice day." I spat, and strutted away from the table. I could hear a bunch of girls screaming behind me, but tried to be oblivious to it all.  

Some scary security guards blocked my way out. I smiled at them and said, "Hey boys, I was just leaving." Pushing past them, I snuck my way out the building and to the nearest Starbucks. Boy, did I need some coffee after a day like that.