Something Other Than Fame (One Direction Fanfic)

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A/N hey guys! I'm back. Intrams was stressful! Got 2nd place though! So proud! Yr.8 you guys deserved to win. Awesome performance. How was your day?

Ashley's P.O.V

I walk out of my room, seeing Zayn sitting on the desk with a black suitcase. My heart stops, "Zayn?" I call. He stops rumaging to my stuff, not facing me. Zayn was stiff, his hands holding something. "Zayn, what are you doing?" I ask moving closer. 

He decides to stand up and face me, holding a wig. Holy crap, "Ashley, tell me what this is for?" Zayn asks. I open my mouth but close it, I'm a bad liar. 

"For parties," I explain. "Oh really? Why is Stacy from Neon Lips' picture here?" He asks. I stutter, biting my nail then remembering to stop. 

"Uhm, Zayn... it's really--" The door opens. Margaux enters, she sees Zayn holding the wig and shrieks covering her eyes. "What the fuck is he holding? Is that a head? Holy crap... Oh god murderer," Margaux asks. "Relax, it's a wig," Zayn answers. She opens her eyes and looks at me, I nod my head.

"Ashley answer me, what is this?" Zayn asks. "Just tell him, he deserves to know," Margaux replies.

"Know? Know what?" He asks. 

"Zayn, we are Neon lips," I explain. He smiles, 

"I knew it!" Zayn exclaims.

"The schedule, you look like them now that I think of it, and because of Louis--"

"What? Louis? What did he say?" Margaux and I ask.

Zayn's P.O.V

"Girls, chill..." I say backing up. 

"Remember that time when we all went clubbing?" I ask.

They both nod,

"Well, Louis was drunk so he started spilling somethings," I continue.

"Oh god," Margaux says running her fingers on her neatly bunned hair.

"He kept saying, you guys weren't who you were. Louis was all like, "They're stars, shining brightly. You don't know who they are, don't expect them to stay as they are when no eyes are there"" I quote.

**Flashback**

"Louis, sit on a chair," Kylie orders as we were getting our drinks. 

"What? Louis too cool for a chair?" I ask. Louis chuckles before falling to the floor.

"Pick me up! Pick me up! It's time to pick me up!" Louis chants.

"Dear lord, you are drunk," Kylie replies.

"No, I'm not drunk. I'm a sexy cheerleader!" Louis exclaims. Kylie rolls her eyes and gets her drink.

"She isn't normal," Louis continues already up. 

"What do you mean Lou?" I ask.

"She and the other girly women. *hiccup*  They're stars, shining brightly. You don't know who they are, don't expect them to stay as they are when no eyes are there. Secret lives, no, no, not good," Louis exclaims falling on the sofa.

I snicker, "You're too drunk," I say messing up his hair before I walked back to the private room with my drink in my hand. Louis laughing behind me.

**Flashback End**

"Keep it a secret, don't tell anyone okay babe?" Ashley asks kissing me in the lips. I nod, "Anything for you," I say kissing her back.

"Yuck, I'm getting out of here. Good bye love birds," Margaux replies sticking her tongue out before she closes the door behind her. I smile,

"Let's finish what we started, yeah?" I ask. 

Margaux's P.O.V

I ran through the student's lounge spotting Louis with Harry and Peter, "Hey Pete, can I talk to Louis?" I ask my brother. He eyes me, "He has a girlfriend," Peter replies. I roll my eyes, "What was I asking? Nothing right? Gosh," I say before Louis stands up.

I drag him to the corner of the library, "In the name of carrots Lou! What the hell were you thinking?" I ask.

"Wha?" Louis asks.

"What did you say when we went clubbing?" I repsond.

"Shit, who knows?" Louis asks. 

"Zayn knows, who else was there?" I ask.

"No one, maybe Niall but he doesn't have a clue. Harry knows by the way," Louis informs me.

"Yeha, I know," I say.

"Liam too," He continues.

I nod, "It's only Niall, unless you tell him," Louis explains. I smile, "No way," I say playfully punching Louis on the shoulder.

"Okay, that's enough. No more talking, bye Margaux," my brother says. I look at him,

"Oh so I have a time limit when talking to boys?" I ask him.

"No, just my friends and new kid," Peter replies.

"His name is Niall," I say.

Peter rolls his eyes.

"Why do you hate him?" I ask.

"Because, you're my sister; my baby sister," Peter answers. 

"I just don't want to see you hurt," Peter finishes pulling me into a hug. He kisses my forehead,

"Love you too," I reply. I turn around and leave my brother with Harry and Louis.

My phone rings, I pick it up.

"Hey Margaux, you still up for tomorrow?" Niall asks. I smile, 

"Yeah, see you okay?" I say slowly walking. "Soccerfield and were casual clothes," Niall orders. His voice became louder, I turn around the corner and saw him facing back bouncing a soccer ball. "Sure, K bye!" I say before ending the call.

"Margaux?" Niall talks to his phone. He sighs and places his phone on his pocket, I smile.

"Love you too," Niall mumbles. Shit, Oh shit. I turn around and start running back to my dorm. A smile creeps through my face, why am I feeling this way? Niall likes me, and I guess I kind of like him.