Welp. Heres the next chapter c: hope you enjoy!
Hannah’s lips slowly curled up into a mischevious smile. “I could TOTALLY get used to this!” she said cheerily. Despite our obvious grief because of the no-longer existence of One Direction, I grinned too. Soon, we were all cheering and jumping on the large soft mattress. I looked over to the alarm clock and realized we only had one hour left until the woman whom we had assumed was our manager would come back to take us to the photoshoot. We ran over to each of our gianourmous walk in closets and tried on one gorgeous outfit after another. I finally decided on some white skinny jeans, a hot pink and lavender floral blouse and some lavender hightop Converse. Hannah came out with a really pretty tribal print peplum dress, a denim vest, and some denim Toms, and Chloe emerged from her closet in a white t-shirt tucked into a black high-low skirt, and some black ankle boots. We ran over to each other and jumped into an excited group hug. I ran to a brush and piled my long hair into a high top-knot as the girls braided each others hair. I assumed that we’d probably get made over at the shoot so we didn’t put any make up on. As we finished raiding the fridge the woman burst into our suite once more. “Okay girls, C’mon. Robert is waiting outside. C’mon. chop-chop!” she says as she hurriedly pushes us through the door. When we get to the lobby there’s a mob of teenagers waiting and holding up signs and posters with our faces on them. I can’t help but grin when I see this. I wave and turn to look at the girls and find them grinning and waving excitedly at our fans too. Suddenly I start vibrating. I dig into the purse that our manager had given me. I take out a shiny white iPhone. “cool!” I murmur to myself as I slide it open and answer. “Hello?” “Hey Babe. Are we gonna be meeting up tonight?” a deep voice tells me from the other end. “Uhhm.. Who is this?” I answer nervously. “Whaddaya mean who is this? Im your super hot Hollister model boyfriend! Who else calls you babe!?” “Uhhhmmm. I gotta go.” I say as I quickly hang up my phone. Chloe looks over to me and mouths, “Who was that?!” I shrug my shoulders. The woman guides us to the limo waiting outside and I stretch my hand out to touch my adoring fans. I look over to Hannah and see her waving at a cute guy who faints as soon as she makes eye contact with him. I giggle. We finally jump inside the vehicle and the driver greets us. “Hi Robert!” we say cheerily. “Well! You girls woke up on the right side of the bed.” He murmurs with a smile. “Where to, Rebecca?” he asks the woman. “So that’s her name...” Chloe mutters. Hannah and I giggle. After about 40 minutes of all three of us interrogating Rebecca and Robert and Rebecca giving us weird looks we finally arrive at the photoshoot. We’re in a large private beach. The sight of it almost brings me to tears as I remember the What Makes You Beautiful music video. “Rebecca? Have you heard of One Direction?” she turns to look at me. “That horrid band?” she asks. “Ummm, no…. I don’t think so. They’re actually really good. They’re british.” She gives me a strange look again. “British? There’s no British band One Direction. I would know.” She says matter-of-factly. I frown and walk over to the girls. Chloe’s wearing a grey American flag crop-top and faded jean shorts and a woman is doing her hair and makeup. Hannah is trying to decide between a red and white or red and blue bathing suit while a woman crimps her hair. A woman escorts me over to a tent and hands me a red sailor style bikini top and high-rise bleached denim shorts. I quickly put them on and my stylist starts curling my hair. I come out and I realize we look GORGEOUS. We look like total rockstars. The photographer has us pose in lots of ways. Once we even had to run into the shore. When the shoot ended we were exsausted and all I wanted to do was curl up and sleep. Robert drove us back to the hotel and Rebecca had to go to some dinner with one of our gigs. A big burly man met us at the entrance of our hotel. “How’d it go Loves?” he asks. I could automatically tell I loved this guy. Turns out he was our security guard and his name was William. “It was great! But im totes worn out.” Hannah sighed. He escorted us through the once again, crowded lobby as we waved at our many fans. I dragged my feet all the way to my bed and fell onto it. Today had been a long, long day.
The next day I woke up to a shrill shriek. This time it was my alarm though. I sat up in bed and screamed. GAWD! I was so not getting used to this! I dug through my purse to find the shrieking iPhone. I quickly turned it off as Chloe groggily walked into the room, “Will you shut up.” she mumbles grumpily. “Sorry Clo.” I say as i scoot over and she curls up under my covers. I look at my phone to see I have 26 missed calls. All from this hot guy named Brent who had said he was my boyfriend. I rolled my eyes and called back. “I knew you’d call me back Babe.” He said as if I should be honored. “What do you want Brent?” I asked already annoyed with his cockyness. “I just wanna see you babe.” He said in a whiny cry baby voice. “Brent, I don’t know how to say this but, im going through kind of a…. rough time….and I think we should meet new people?” I didn’t know how to break up with people considering I was 14 just 2 days ago and had never even held a guys hand before, beside of course my 2 year old nephews. “Are you breaking up with me?!” Brent cries from the other end. “Sorry.” I say. “Fine! I can totally do better than just some world famous, hot singer!” I roll my eyes at his childish mannerisms. “Have a nice life Brent.” I say before hanging up. Chloe looks at me with upraised brows. “Did you just break up with a freakin’ Hollister model?!” I laugh, “I guess so.” I say. She laughs as she gets up and walks to Hannah’s room. I walk over and we both prepare to jump on her. We get a running start and jump into a dogpile with Hannah on bottom. Hannah groans and her eyes flutter open. “Who wants Starbucks?” I ask excitedly. “ooh me!” Shrieks Hannah. “Me too.” Chloe smiles. I agree to go pick some up after I shower. I come out of the bathroom and pull on some jean shorts and a Ramones t-shirt that reminds me of Harry from One Direction. I grab my purse and walk out. I decide to sneak away from Will and Rebecca and walk to a nearby Starbucks on my own. I walk in wearing a beanie covering all my dark hair, and some big sunglasses. Either no one notices who I am or no one cares, but I walk in and no one turns around I walk to a booth and sit down. “Hi.” Says a deep voice with a thick English accent. I turn and almost scream.
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