That Girl With Those Boy Bands (One Direction/Jonas Brothers Fan-Fic)

~*Chapter 10*~

A/N: Edited!

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I held my ears, protecting them from the screaming that pierced my eardrums of overly excited Fangirls. Every time the guys would sing, speak, dance, move, swallow, blink, even breathe, they would scream like a bunch of loons. I mean, if I didn't already know the lads, I may be cheering a little, but not destroying their hearing. I now knew why they always wore stuff to protect their ears.

Aside from their screaming, they were also pretty scary. I fell down at one point, and Paul had to chug over before they trampled me to get closer to the stage. They were animals! They were nice in personality, but you get in the way of their view of the lads, you die a long painful death, my friend.

I knew something was up when I had gotten here, too. The lads were acting highly strange, aside from usual, and Paul was just... staring at me. It was actually kind of intimidating. Well, before I burst into laughter, that is. Was this because I made them buy me two meals? I hope not, because I'm not sacrificing my food to stop their stares.

"Okay! We have a little surprise here tonight!" Louis said. Oh no. He wouldn't dare.

"Paul, can you pick out five girls for us?" Louis asked him directly. Oh yes. He would.

Paul went around the stadium, mostly in the front rows, and chose four girls. I thought I was safe for a moment, but he changed course at the last second and started to chug straight at me. I crouched lower into the crowd, but it was too late, he had caught my arm. I didn't try to fight it, I just sighed and groaned all the way to the side stage entrance. I was told to quickly get on stage before they started the song, so I crossed my arms and looked down at the floor as I began my descent. Right before I stepped out onstage, I heard Paul whisper something, so I turned my head in his direction.

"What?" I whispered

"I partnered you up with Louis because the way you dressed." He said as he pointed to my striped t-shirt and skinny jeans. My eyes widened and I shouted,

"Anyone but Louis!" In half whisper. I was ushered away and pushed onto the stage, standing in front of about a bajillion crazed nutters, all screaming. I slowly walked to the middle of the stage, and stood blankly in front of Louis.

"Why, hello there love." He said and flashed me a smile. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, as I stared at my Nyan Cat shoes.

"And what's your name?" He asked with a wink. I narrowed my eyes at him. Was this rehearsed or something? I told him my name, and he sat me down in a chair, next to two girls who were crying, one who was frozen in shock, and another who seemed to have fainted. I parted my eyes from them, and looked forth to the crowd in front of me. So this is what it feels like to be a popstar...

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned to find Louis singing. I couldn't really hear him over the screaming girls much, but I knew they were singing something heart felt, because Niall's girl had stopped fainting, and was now crying and hyperventilating. Why was she chosen for Niall? I huffed at the thought. She was chosen for Niall, but I was paired up with Louis? What is this?? Stupid me and having a sense of style.

I felt Louis' hand on my shoulder, and stood from my chair to face him. I was scowling, and he could tell I wasn't in the best mood. I looked around to all the chosen fans, and realized they were all dancing with the boy that Paul chose for them. I sighed at Louis as he offered me his hand, then shook my head. I thought, for just a split second, I recognized pain in his gaze. He rolled his eyes as he continued singing, grabbing my hand and pulling me to him. I wrinkled my eyebrows at him, and shrugged in defeat. He tried to sway with me, and I admit, I did like dancing. My eyes wandered to Niall, who seemed happy enough dancing with his fan. I got very upset, very quickly. I wanted to throw up. I knew I shouldn't have depended on him. Then again, we were never together.