Brit's POV

Jon and I got on stage, and we started to set up. He sat on his stool and I cracked my back for better posture. He looked at me, face asking if I was ready, and I nodded. He started to play, and I shook my head again. He smiled at me, and I sang out. I felt like someone was watching me, though. Something was off. I looked around the restaurant, but I didn't see anyone that caught my eye, so I figured I was just being paranoid. Jon joined in singing, and it was beautiful. We started to get people's attention, and they were smiling up at us. We eventually finished the song, and we got a standing ovation, even a few cheers here and there. That had never happened before. Like ever.

I looked at Jon and grinned. I said thanks into the microphone, and we went back into the practice room. I shut the door, Jon set my guitar down, and I squealed and threw my arms around his neck. He spun me around, and I just felt so good. I never wanted to stop. I just wanted to stay in his arms...... wait. No. Was I really falling for Jon? My best friend? I couldn't. Just....... no.

He set me down, and looked at me. His brow furrowed. "Are you okay?"

I forced a smile. "Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

He got the I'm-not-buying-your-bullshit look on his face. "Come on, I know you better than that. Don't fuck with me. What's up?"

How on Earth was I supposed to do this? "Well, um, you see, things happen, and, well..... we might have a slight problem....."

He got a confused look on his face. "Problem? What kind?"

There was a knock on the door, and we both jumped. I hurried to answer it, since I didn't really want to continue that conversation. I opened the door, and I almost fell over. There stood, before me, right outside the door, One Direction. Zayn stood in front, the rest of the group behind him. He smiled at me. "Hello, lovely."

I blinked, and then flashed a grin. "Hi there," I managed to say. "What can we do for you?"

He opened his mouth to say something, but someone burst in between the group and hopped in front of me. It was my manager, Nicole, and my other manager, Violet, followed suit, sending the boys flying again. Jon and I were lucky to have them, but sometimes they didn't use their heads. They had stuck with us for three years, since the beginning of our career, and we loved them for it, but they just scared One Direction out of their wits.

"Hello, my dears!" Nicole said enthusiastically. "Guess what?!"

I laughed. "I'm guessing it's something important?"

She nodded really fast. "The manager here wants you to perform again! They really liked you guys!"

"And guess how much they pay!" Violet said, smiling like an idiot. "Here."

She handed me an envelope, and I peeked under the flap. I saw hundred dollar bills. My jaw hit the floor.

"There's a thousand in there," Violet continued. "I know you'll have some fun with that."

"Nah, man, I gotta pay rent," I said. "You want to hear something completely ridiculous but hilarious at the same time?"

They both nodded like crazy. "Well," I said. "You totally just pushed One Direction out of the way to get to me." I giggled, and I saw the boys were laughing, too. Nicole and Violet turned red and slowly turned around. Zayn winked at me, crossed his arms, and looked down at them in mock disapproval.

"We were having a conversation with this young lady, and you scared us shitless. Pushing us out of the way like that." He broke into a smile. The girls backed into the room, and hurried into the storage closet. I laughed even harder, and Jon chuckled. I regained my bearings, and looked back up at Zayn. "Anyway," I said. "What can we do for you?"

"Well," Zayn said, "We saw your performance, and I must say, you guys have got talent. We were wondering--"

Niall pushed him out of the way and stood in front of me. "Hello, sweets," he said, smiling at me. "You guys are great. We want to help you get noticed. We can help you get gigs and concerts, if you would like. Maybe even a contract."

My eyes bulged. "Really?"

Zayn rolled his eyes, smiling. "I was getting there, mate."

Niall laughed. "Well, I got there first, mate."

I looked at them. "I sure as hell ain't saying no." I looked back at Jon. "Yeah?"

He nodded. "That would be fantastic. But we are performing here again."

Harry shouted from the back, "We're the ones who helped with that! Oh, you're welcome."

I smiled, and pulled Harry to the front and hugged him. He laughed and returned it. "Wasn't expecting that."

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Not a problem, darling," he whispered back. I pulled away, and looked at all of them. "Thank you guys, seriously. We have been working for so long for something like this to happen, and I just never expected it. It's..... a miracle."

"Or," Zayn said. "Maybe it's fate."

He gave me a charming smile. Zayn had always been my favorite. I remember joking with Nicole how Zayn and I were going to ride off into the sunset together, and how me, Zayn, her, and Harry were all going to get married on the same day and go on our honeymoons together. I felt so silly now, standing in front of all of them.

Zayn moved in front of me again, and handed me his phone. "Put your number in here so I can contact you with information and such." I looked up at him, and he was inches away from my face. I backed away a bit, giggling.

"What's your name, lovely?"

"Brit. Or Britney. Or whatever you want to call me," I said, giggling. Stop it, Brit.

He smiled. "Britney. Okay."

I put my number in, and then we said our goodbyes. I hugged everyone, and Jon shook their hands, and then they left. I walked to the closet and opened it. Nicole and Violet were sitting on the closet floor, hiding their faces. I laughed.

"Guys, come out. They're gone," I said. They came out of the closet, and we bid them farewell, and they left.

I blew air out of my mouth and sat on Jon's stool. I looked up at him. "Crazy."

"Yeah," he said, but I could tell he wasn't happy about something. "Zayn seems interested in you, though."

I got confused. "Interested?"

He rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean, Brit. He's attracted to you."

I couldn't help laughing. "That's very illogical. He's part of the world's hottest boy band, he could have anyone he wanted. Why the fuck would he be attracted to me?"

Jon crossed his arms. "Why the fuck wouldn't he be?"

My smile vanished. "What?"

"So what about our potential 'problem' earlier?" Jon asked me.

What just happened? "Uhh...."

How the fuck was I going to tell him this?

Notes

Getting interesting, yeah? Will Brit tell Jon how she feels? Sorry it's a bit short but I tried to write this twice and accidentally lost it both times so please forgive me. Please let me know what you think. Thanks peoples :)