Made Up

Chapter 1

Charlie POV
Fuck! I can't believe I'm late. My first
day and I'm already fucking late. This is great. Maybe they can fire me before I get there and I can go down in history as the girl with the shortest writing career ever. Ugh, I can not believe I left my hotel two hours early and I'm still late. First I got on the wrong bus and ended up on the opposite side of town than I need to be. Then I had to take a cab and got stuck in traffic on the freeway. Now I am rushing through an air port trying to find where I go to meet a private plane.
I'm supposed to be flying out of LA today with the band One Direction. I have been hired to help them write their tell all book, but they still have several shows left in their tour schedule so I will be joining them on the
road. I flew into LA last night and was supposed to meet the boys then but their flight got delayed so I'm supposed to catch them
on a lay over and fly to Texas with them tonight. This is my first time in LA and it just makes the bundle of nerves in my stomach that much worse. I hate not knowing where
I am or how to get where I need to be. I'm a little bit of a control freak but I consider it to be a quality that got me the job in the first place.
I see a massive group of screaming girls and figure I have found the boys. However, I have no idea how I am supposed to get through that crowd and actually get the them. I am supposed to get in contact with their head of security Paul. I see a guy, who is clearly part of the security team, ushering girls to the side of the walk way. If he isn't Paul he should at least be able to point me his way.
I walk up to the guy and give him a smile and say "Sir could you tell me where I can find Paul please?" I always try to be polite and professional when I talk to new people.
The guard looks at me like I'm stupid and says "Get over there with the rest of the girls." He points to the girls he's moved against the wall and starts to walk off.
"No I'm not a fan. Well I am a fan, but that's not why I'm here. I'm supposed to be meeting the band here to fly with them to Texas today. I'm Charlie Davis" I don't expect him to know me by name but I thought he would at least know someone was meeting them here. Apparently, not everyone reads the memos in the morning because this guy keeps looking at me like I'm speaking gibberish. I try one more time to be reasonable "I'm the writer hired to help the boys write their book. I was told to meet them here and to find their head of security Paul. Do you know where I can find him?"
He looks me up and down one more time and walks away. I'm not proud to say that is the moment I lose what little patience I have left with today. I follow the guard and say "Hey asshole if you aren't going to help me can you at least report me to Paul so that he can find me?"
I may have over stepped a little bit because the guard turns on me grabs my arm and says "How about I turn you over to the cops instead?"
Great! Jail time; on top of getting fired before I start my job I'm now going to jail for trying to do my job. Why did I want to be a writer. I could have just been a pediatrician like my sister and had a sweet easy life, but know I wanted to see the world and have adventures. Well maybe the Los Angeles jails looks different from the ones I've been thrown in at home.
The guard takes me to a small room with a table and couple of chairs tells me to stay put. I sit for a few minutes contemplating whether or not I can just walk out and forget the whole thing when a burly guy with black hair walks in. At first I think he's a cop come to collect me but I see that he is dressed almost identical to the guy that brought me in here.
He looks at me once and says "Your Charlie Davis? You've published three award winning books? You can't be older than 15."
I get this all the time. I'm almost 22 but I do look super young. I know I'll appreciate it when I'm not getting Botox at 40, but right now it's annoying as fuck. I give the new guy a small smile and say "Paul?" He nods and I continue. "Yes I'm Charlie Davis. I haven't published three books. I've had essays published in three books, but only one won an award." He doesn't say anything for a minute so I conclude with " So does this mean I'm not going to jail?"
Paul shakes his head and says "I thought you were older and a man for that matter. I can't have some girl living with the guys on tour. We
planned to give you a bunk on the bus. You're
not going to jail but they're has been some sort of mix up. I'm afraid this isn't going to work out." He puts out his hand like he wants to shake mine but I stay still.
I've already lost my temper once today I can't afford to be anything other than professional right now. "Sir I'm sorry but I don't see why me being a girl has an affect on how I do my job. The people who hired me had to have known I'm a girl. My picture was published with all of my articles. I don't mind staying on the bus. I can promise you it won't be a problem." I hate the fact this thinks I am some kind of powderpuff or something. My two best friends are my neighbors back home, and they put me through as much hell as any little sister ever got from her brothers. I can definitely handle some boy banders.
Paul takes his phone out and makes a call. After about five minutes he returns and reluctantly says "Management wants to stick with you, so there's nothing I can do about it. However, if there is any funny business or problems with the guys you're out. Are we clear? Also you won't be calling anymore of my guys;or anyone else for that matter, asshole. The boys have a reputation to uphold and it's my job to keep everything running smoothly and keep everyone safe. I won't have you come in and mess it all up."
I may have a temper and a mouth that I can't always control but I'm not stupid. I nod my head and say "Yes sir I understand. You will get nothing less than complete professionalism out of me."
"Follow me them." I follow Paul out of the room and directly to the plane. It's actually a private jet that is furnished better than my apartment back home. Both sides of the cabin are lined with soft reclining chairs that look like they would be heaven to take a nap in. There is a wet bar full of snacks and drinks of all sorts, a huge big screen tv, and the carpet is so plush I almost bounce when I walk. I could definitely get used to traveling like this. Paul points and tells me to have a seat while he goes to see when the boys will be arriving.
I feel a little awkward sitting here by myself so I decided to walk around and check stuff out while I wait. The The isn't on and I doubt I'd know how to work it if it was so I head to the wet bar. I spot a jar of gummy bears and decide no one will know if a few are missing.
As soon as I put one in my mouth I hear someone behind me say "Hey those are mine!" I'm so shocked that I jump and just about knock the whole jar over but I catch it right before it crashes to the ground. I set it back upright and turn to cuss out the jerk who just scared me and I'm face to face with Niall Horan. All words leave my mind; I have forgotten how to process the English language. I hold out my hand to give him the last two gummy bears I'm still holding. He takes them pops them in his mouth and smiles.
"I was just picking darlin' but I won't pass up a chance on gummy bears." He has the most adorable accent I have ever heard. He goes to
sit in one of the chairs and frowns "Who are you by the way?"
I open my mouth to speak but before I can
Louis Tomlinson and Liam Payne enter the cabin. At these point I am filled with so much confusion and awkwardness that I wonder if jail is still an option. I take a deep breath and plaster a smile on my face and say "I'm Charlie. I'm the one that will be helping you write your book."
Liam looks at me with a grimace that probably mirrors my own right now and says "But you're a girl."
Its enough of an irritant to get my over my nerves and I blurt out "Why yes I am. You must be the smart one of the group." Not my finest moment ever but not even my worst one of the day so I'm splitting the difference and calling it a win.
Louis and Niall both bust out laughing and Liam walks to the seat farthest away from me. I'll have to fix that later but right now I just need a break. I find a seat for myself on the opposite side of the cabin from the boys. I don't want them to feel like I'm right up under them.
We will have to work very closely together for the next several weeks this first meeting has to go well. Apart from Liam I don't think I've done too bad.
Louis looks at me with a grin on his face when he says "We really didn't think you'd be a girl. Are you seriously going to be staying on the bus with us? We've never had a girl on the bus."
I look at him and reply "Yes I will be on the
bus. I don't think it will be a problem. I've lived with guys before it's not an issue." I give him another smile that I hope looks more real than the first. When I say I've lived with guys I'm talking about when my mom, dad, and sister go on family vacations and stay at a cabin with our neighbors. Lucas and Mark; my two best friends; and I would build pillow forts and stay in the living room while the adults and my older sister Cara got the bedrooms. We were barely teenagers when we went for the last time but no one needs to know that.
Louis makes a face that implies "ok if you say so" and shrugs his shoulders.
I settle into my seat. It is more comfortable than I imagine and; even though it's only a little after noon, I'm exhausted. I feel like I ran the whole way here this morning. I get comfortable and think about taking a nap.
However, two seconds later a nap is the last thing on my mind. Harry Styles, the final member of One Direction since they became a band of four, walks into the cabin. I have seen Harry on tv and in pictures. I have always thought he was attractive but nothing could have prepared me for what I was looking at right now. He's dressed much like the other three with just skinny jeans and a t shirt but on him they look almost inappropriate. He is so unbelievably sexy it takes my breath away. I've seen articles talk about how he needs a hair cut but all I can imagine is running my fingers through it and wonder what it's feels like. Thank goodness I'm not a guy because I would definitely have some issues with hiding a boner right now if I was.
I realize too late that I'm staring with my mouth open a little and I rush to say "Hey I'm
Charlie, I'm a girl, I'm writing your book, there wont be any problems with the bus." My mouth is dry and I mostly mumbled the last few words but I think I got the point across.
Harry looks at me with a smile and says "Hello Charlie the girl writer, I'm Harry." He goes to sit by Louis and they begin talking. I look out the window to force myself to not stare, and try to bring my heart beat back into a normal rhythm. These next few weeks are going to definitely be interesting to say the least.
Louis POV
A girl on the tour bus? I bet the reporters are going to love that story. I'm sure management will spin some story of her and Harry together like they do every other female we come in contact with. Anything to keep the truth away from everyone. At least she seems like a cool girl not like some of the other beards they've paired Harry with. She's quick on her feet and has a since of humor. Maybe it won't be a total shit show having her around.
She's pretty. She's a little shorter than what I'd consider average, she's not fat but to say she's skinny wouldn't be quite right either. She has pretty blonde hair that's pulled up on top of her head but I bet it's long and curly when she lets it down. If I were into girls she'd be someone I was into. Someone laid back and more than just a fashion Barbie.
She must be really smart if they want her to write our book. The real indicator of how this is going to go will be when Harry gets here.
Ladies and gentlemen, she's failed the final test. I had hoped this girl would surprise me but two seconds after Harry walks in and she's just another blubbering fool. I can't really blame her. Hell I've known him for almost five years now and I still lose my breath around him sometimes, but management can't seriously expect us to work with someone fangirlling over Harry for the next two months; especially if we have to live with her.
Harry comes and sits beside me and Charlie turns to look out the window. I can see the tension in her muscles to not look over here and to my surprise she stays that way until Paul comes in and tells us to prepare for take off.
Harry leans over and whispers to me "I thought Charlie was supposed to be a man."
"We all did" I reply.
Liam catches our conversation and join in. "How are we supposed to talk to a girl and tell her all our secrets? It's embarrassing enough that they want us to do a tell all book for the world to read in the first place, but to have to explain it all to a girl. I don't think I want to do that."
Harry frowns at Liam. "You shouldn't be afraid to talk to a girl. I was just surprised is all."
Liam makes a face at Harry and says "Sorry if I'm not as relaxed with gender fluidity as you Styles but I don't want to talk to a pretty girl about how I got pantsed in primary school."
I end the discussion with "So don't tell her. Just because it's a tell all book doesn't mean you have to literally tell all. Hell they're making me and Harry still keep the biggest secret of our lives, so don't say anything you don't want to." With this we all look over at Charlie to make sure she can't hear us.
I think my biggest irritation with this girl is that Harry and I will have to go back into hiding. We obviously haven't come out to the world yet but we came out to family, friends, and the people that matter to us almost two years ago. It's nice being out around people we trust and I'm not going back in the closet now.

Charlie POV
         The flight from LA to Dallas is only about three hours. I would like to say that it passed easily but when it's time to get off the plane I am so sore from tension that I can barely walk off the plane.  The plane was taxied into a private hanger so there is no press around when we disembark. We are ushered into a large SUV with dark tented windows and immediately drive off. I notice two other identical vehicles driving off in other directions and ask "Do you always send out decoys when you travel?" I didn't think it was that big of a question but from the looks on the boys faces I've definitely hit a nerve.
       Liam looks me straight in the face and says " We've had fans and paps try to run us off the road before. It's safer for everyone if they can't tell which vehicle we're in and they don't try to pursue any of them. Don't put that in the book. We don't want people to know anything about safety precautions." I can tell he really doesn't like me very much, but I'm not sure if it's just from the smart ass remark I made earlier or if it's something else.
      None of the boys are really talkative especially with me. How am I supposed to get to know them well enough to write a book if they don't want to talk to me. Maybe it just takes them time to warm up to new people. I'm sure they have had people try to take advantage of them since they became famous, and I know seeing stuff printed in magazines all the time about themselves has to have them  worried about a book. I have to show them that I am only interested in writing exactly what they want me to. This is their book with their words!    
     I look Liam in the eyes and say "Of course. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry." We drive straight to the arena where the boys will be playing later tonight. We I start to get out of the suv with the boys Paul tells me to stay in and the driver will take me to the hotel. I look at him with confusion. "I thought I was supposed to stay with the boys!"
Paul doesn't even look at me when he replies "You can go on to the hotel tonight. You'll all move onto the bus tomorrow so you'll have plenty of time with the lads then." He practically shut the door in my face.
The longer I'm in the suv the more mad I become. I was given a job; a job in which I plan to do to the best of ability, but I can't if no one will talk to me. I thought the whole point of me going on tour with them was to give me a chance to get to know the boys and to see them action. I'm not trying to be there best friend or anything but if I'm going to write the books of their lives I have to have a way of learning the information.
Ok I'm tired and over reacting. Maybe a night in a comfortable room by myself is what I need. I can regroup and be better tomorrow.