Little Louder Now (Harry Styles/One direction fanfic)

Chapter 18: Backstabbing bitch

Tomorrow is Liam's birthday.  WOOOO!  happy 19th boyo!  we all love you something terribly fierce. 

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Chapter 18:  Backstabbing bitch

*Ollie's POV*

"I'm didn't mean to!" Charlie cried as she ran into Harry's room, her laptop in her arms.

I had been trying to fix my hair and get ready for "the plan" to solve the problem with Nathan and I.

"What's your problem?  Did you accidentally mass tweet another nipple slip?" I laughed to myself. 

Earlier in the year, Charlie had a photo snapped of her wearing a shelf tank top whilst playing the drums at a small concert.  She thought it was a great photo and tweeted it.  Everything was fine until a fan (a MALE fan, I might add) zoomed in and pointed out the fact that you could see a tiny bit of her areola peeking out of the low cut tank because she had her arms raised while playing a drum solo.  The whole thing was really not that bad because the pic was slightly fuzzy and you had to zoom in a million times to see it, but she made it out to be the next "nipplegate".  You didn't even see nipple.  It was areola and for all I know, it might not have even been that.  It could have been a shaddow.  Charlie claimed she knew her nips best and claimed it was definitely nipple.  Whatever.  Needless to say, she never wears shelf tanks while playing drums anymore.

 "No, Ollie!  I am SO sorry.  I didn't know she was going to tell anybody," she said with her voice breaking and tears starting to slide down her red cheeks.

I turned to face her and placed my hairbrush on top of Harry's dresser.  "Relax.  Who did you tell whatever to?"

"Well, haven't you been wondering how sugarscape has known everything about us since we got this tour with One Direction?"

In truth, I had.  I'd even called a brief band meeting to discuss it yesterday. 

First there was the article about Harry and I's argument.  At first I figured one of the backstage crew had heard us and blabbed.  I thought it was my fault for losing my cool and being so loud.  But then there was the peice they'd posted about LLN staying with 1D.  Only our 2 bands' management, us girls, and the lads knew that as far as I was aware.  It was then that I became concerned.  After that, there had been all that media at the police station after TW's arrest, and I knew for a fact that something was up. 

We had a leak.  Someone was feeding information about Little Louder Now's personal lives.  Granted it was only interesting or cared about by the public now because of my brother, Nathan, and One Direction.  Because we were hanging around with 1D, they were getting dragged into this too.

"What is going on?" I asked with fear in my voice.  "What happened now?"

"I told Sam about your relationship with Nathan," she sobbed.

I felt my shoulders relax.  I hadn't even realized that they had been tense in the first place.  Sam had been our manager for a long time.  She hadn't acted like it in the past few days because of the stress of our upcoming tour and my shitty behavior, but she was a close friend.  Sam wasn't as close as Holland and Charlotte, but I would still classify her as one of the people I trust the most.

"So?" I said softly, moving over to sit next to her.  She had flopped herself onto the bed earlier and was laying in a crumpled ball.  "Sam knows.  No biggie.  She won't tell anyone.  I trust her," I said in a soothing voice.

"Well, we... we were... wrong.  SO wrong... a-about her," Charlie hiccuped as she sat up to face me.  She had mascara tracks running down her face.  She was a mess.  I still didn't understand why she was so upset.