The boys of One Direction were fed up with Modest Management and their constant manipulation and exploitation. 7 years later and they basically had turned Niall into a guitar player, hardly giving him any verses. It was just too much to handle.
After a lengthy consultation with their mentor Simon Cowell, it was agreed that they could change management teams. Modest would have to be paid a hefty sum for lost revenue but money was really no issue for Simon.
Today, the guys would be meeting their new public relations manager and Image consultant. Each of them sat at the long table fidgeting,waiting for the ladies to come. Simon had taken care of everything and did the paper work for the change over. They couldn't help but wonder what Elite Image had planned for them.
Inside the office of Sam Kincaid, the two women sat talking about their plans for the boy band. Seems the prior mismanagement had the boys fame slowly sliding away. If Elite was going to make any money off of this venture, they had to do something drastic to bring One Direction back into the spotlight. Sam had a brilliant brain fart. A reality show. Let the fans see inside the boys life.
"Sam, I think we can do something with this that has never been done before.Hear me out before you squash my idea,okay.", Arrabelle said ,her huge ,too white teeth showing through her lips as she grinned.
"Spit it out already,I'm up for anything.", Sam said excitedly
"What if we have a contest,but not just any contest. What if the contestant was impregnated by the boys and lived with them through the pregnancy? At the end,she would have to choose the guys and the baby or money. Think of the drama that would ensue."
Sam sat back in her chair, ideas rolling. This could be a hit, no, a global sensation. Or a major disaster.
"Before we plan anything, we'll have to talk them into it. It might be a no from the start."
"Well ,let's make them want this.", Arrabelle smirked.
"Do your thing, babe.",Sam told her.
They opened the door and walked into the boardroom,ready to convince them this had to be done. For the good of their careers of course.
"So, tell me and be honest. Do you lads like being One Direction,being famous and having the adoring fans?", Sam asked.
It took the boys a few minutes to answer,giving each other odd looks before Liam spoke up,"Of course we love it, sometimes it can be overwhelming but in the end, the fans put us where we are now."
"I'm glad feel that way. Arra and I have a proposal for you. A reality show,where the fans can get to know you up close in your private lives."
"Miss, I think there would be a problem with that idea straight away.", Louis said with a raised hand.
Sam had to stop herself from laughing. He looked like a school boy answering a question.
"Why's that Mr. Tomlinson?",Arra had to ask.
Well, you see, Harry hates wearing clothes ,literally, he stays naked. "
"That won't be a problem. That's what editing is for. We'll just have to be creative."
"Then we'll do it",Zayn spoke up finally.
"Wait, let us finish before you're so quick to agree. "
They looked at each warily before Niall spoke up, "Go ahead then."
"We were thinking. You're all well into your 20's with no wives or children so what if we held a contest, where you guys pick a fan over the age of 19 to become pregnant with One Direction's child through artificial insemination. She would live with you in a house we rent and rig with cameras and film the whole 9 months, labor and delivery. We would take a DNA test at the end and only we would know who the actual father is. Then she would be given a choice to stay with you lads and the baby in the show house or take 2 million dollars. Imagine the possibilities.It will be great for your image.If you don't want to do,I'm sure your old pals The Wanted would be up for it. "Sam told them turning on her heel and walking out with Arrabella behind.
"No!" , they all shouted at the same time. Thinking about Tom Parker just pissed them all off.
"Think about. We'll be back in an hour or so with lunch.", Arra said before closing the door on them.
"What the hell was that all about?",Niall asked.
"I think we're about to be daddies,if we want to keep our jobs. She really gave us no choice",Liam said.
"You know,this could turn out well. We'll just have to convince the winner to leave at the end of the 9 months so we have to be very picky in who gets chosen.",Zayn added.
"I don't think this is such a good idea. What if one of us gets too attached to the girl? Could we let her walk out?",Lou said banging his head on the table.
"I don't know about you guys but I think if we're having a baby, we do it the old fashioned way. Let them film that!. ", this from Harry.
"Harold, that would be porn.",Louis tells him
"Well, she did say that's what editing is for." Harry said with a laugh.
"Lets just do it their way and see if it even takes. If not, they can come up with something else. Just remember,lads, no feelings. Cold and clinical.",Liam told them
"Well, at least now you have a goal when you jerk it,Zayn." Niall said,hiding under the table.
"Same goes for you,Horan!",Zayn laughed.
"Damn,you're right.. Anyway. how long until they come back.I'm starving."
"About thirty minutes. You ate before we got here. I even stopped and got you donuts. You can;t keep eating like a teenage boy,Niall.",Liam lectured.
"Just hand me the snacks,Li!", going for Liam's backpack.
"Dammit, 7 years later and you're still a piggy.",Liam said tossing Niall the goodie bag.
"I still think they should at least let me try the normal way.Seduction, whispering sweet nothings as I lead her to my room and then her moans as I BANG! BANG! BANG!
"Harold, you perv!", Louis said,whacking Harry on the back of the head.
At that moment , Sam and Arra walked back in with bags from Nandos and walked towards Niall,"You still like this stuff, right?"
Niall jumped up and pulled both women into a hug as he snatched the bags,"Yes! Finally, real food!"
Sam laughed and turned to the other guys,"So have you decided yet?"
"We'll do it, Ms. Kincaid with a few minor stipulations of course.",Harry said in his best business-like voice.
"Oh, and what are your demands?",Arra had to ask.
"Well, while the other lads agree to making a donation of their swimmers,I'd prefer to do things the more old fashioned way.",he said forming a pyramid with his hands under his chin.
Sam knew Styles was the cheeky one but she hadn't expected this. Oh, what the hell, it's not like it can hurt. Maybe this was the only way to keep him involved.
"Fine, but only on the condition that the winner agrees and has no reservations. It has to be her choice. No force or coercion,understand?",Sam told him
Immediately a grin spread across his face,"Then count me in. Another thing, no cameras in the bathroom.That's just nasty."
Zayn gave Harry a look and banged his head on the table. Sam smiled to herself. Time to put her plan into action before they changed their minds.