I'm Just Little Miss Me (A One Direction Fanfiction)

6: Tweets and Boyband Recovery

A/N Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been uploading very much, but I have so much homework for pre-algebra. Anyways, I'm really excited about these next few chapters. At some points, I'm putting in some of the boys' point of view! Woo-hoo! Alright, that's all for this rant, onward with the story!

~Rosy~

Victoria's POV

After talking about Little Miss Me for a while, and then taking about how "obsessed" I am on One Direction (It's called dedication, people!), we went home. We really didn't buy that much. In fact, Margret and I just got bracelets. Hers said "Sweet" on it in Spanish (Did I mention I'm Hispanic? Well, I am.) an then there's a heart next to it, and mine said "Dream" on it. It may seem to just a word to people to just want to dream, but I think I see it on a whole new level. I take things like, "Follow your dreams" and interpret them to the bottom point.

Anyway, I'm at home now, and guess who suddenly got back on her twitter? That's right: Margret. And the only reason is so that she can follow Little Miss Me in case she gives hints or reveal who she is, but that won't happen, and I know that for a fact.

Well, I was just on my phone responding to some tweets (even my sister's, because I want her to be noticed because I'm that nice), I checked the time and realized how tired I was. I got ready and went to my room and drifted into a deep sleep.

LOUIS' POV

I was glad I just stood up for someone, surprised even, I don't even know the girl and I'm already defending her. Even though I was happy and surprised, our manager wasn't, happy, I mean.

"Haven't you guys heard of 'Freedom of Speech'?" I stupidly blurted out. But, right now I didn't care. I did what was right, and I'm not backing down so easily.

"Yes, Louis, we have. We're surprised you have, but in this case, especially in interviews, you can't just say what you feel like saying. If you do, it can and WILL cause chaos. No matter how ridiculous the reporter is." Matt, one of the people in management said. At least they got one thing right. I hated that reporter. Most reporters are always looking at JUST Niall and Harry, mostly Harry, most of the time. It's disgusting, just because they're single doesn't mean the rest of us aren't important anymore.

I shivered at the thought of the reporter.

"Wait, how are you surprised of that? I'm not a retarded, mental person, you know! I may act like a 5-year-old at some times, but I am educated." I shot back. I didn't even know what I was doing, it was like I didn't have any control of my words right now, but I'm not taking any of it back, and I'm not regretting what I say.

"He's right. He may act like a little kid from time to time, but he's really smart, and to be honest, if he didn't stick up for Little Miss Me, I was about to," Liam said, taking my side. I smiled my thanks at him, then turned back to management.

"So, all this happened, over a girl?"

"What? No! Well, yes. But not like that. The reporter was being rude and everything, and I know I haven't even met Little Miss Me but know she doesn't deserve to be called any of that crap."

"Alright, we understand what you did. We'll let this one slide, but just try not to do anything like that again."

"Sure, thanks, Matt," I said, before walking with the rest of the lads back to our hotel room.

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A/N Yes, I know, I've been making a lot of short chapters lately, but at least I updated TWICE today. Not UNO, but DOS. Teehee. Anyway, um, so, would you rather have me update short chapters almost everyday or update long chapters once maybe twice a week? Also, if you can, follow me on twitter! Thanks guys!

@WishboneOnDrugs

~Rosy~