The Wanted Girl

Today was an exciting day, the boys had a publicity thing for their movie and they were doing a meet up with fans. Which meant two things: 1. I got to do what I want (Which I always did anyway) or 2. I could creepily watch the boys talk to fans from the corner like I did with The Wanted. I opted for number 2 and figured I'd run off later. The boys were all lined up a table and I sat off to the side with Paul and some the rest of security. They would check the fans bracelets and mark them to prove they were meeting the boys so that they didn't get back in line and do it again.

Paul handed me a sharpie, "You're here so you're helping."

I smiled sweetly, "Of course I will."

The first few fans went through and I turned to see Harry and Liam being very 'them'. Harry was flirting with literally everybody and Liam was complimenting each girl, finding something he liked about them. Every fucking time, they would cry. Paul nudged me and I looked up to a group of girls glaring at me.

"Bracelets?" I held up my sharpie and they didn't budge.

"Aren't you Sophia George?" The blondie asked.

I narrowed my eyes at her, "Yeah.. how do you know who I am?"

"You're dating Louis Tomlinson. Or so they say." The little twerp next to her said, grinning.

"They do say, and they are correct. Can I mark your bracelets?"

The girls rolled their eyes and held their wrists out, "Why would they bring Louis' beard here?"

I grabbed her wrist a little too forcefully and smiled, "Sweetie, you're too young to know what a beard is. And I'm certainly not a beard."

She pulled her wrist back, "I'm 14."

I smiled, "I stand by my comment."

They walked past me and I looked up at Paul who was clearly amused, "Too much?"

He shook his head, trying to hide his grin, "Just don't break anyones wrists."

An hour past and a couple fans knew who I was, others were too busy hyperventilating over the fact that they were meeting THE One Direction. A couple of girls who looked about 19 or so walked up to me and held their wrists out.

"You're Max George's sister!" One of the girls exclaimed.

"I am indeed!" I replied. I was somewhat thankful that for once I was 'Max Georges sister' and not 'Louis Tomlinson's girlfriend'.

"I was obsessed with your dress at the brit awards party! Matched with those pink Lou Boutons, ohmygod I died."

I smiled, "Thanks so much! What are your names?"

They introduced themselves and we talked for a moment. They were all 20, very stylish, One Direction fans (mostly because the boys are 'gods among men'), and I really liked them.

"Hey why don't you all give me your number and maybe you guys can come hangout later?"

Brielle smiled and wrote her number on my hand before they trotted off to meet the boys.

A couple minutes later the boys had a break and Louis came over to talk to me. He kissed me and like 1000 girls died on the spot. He looked at my hand and frowned.

"Who's number is on your hand?"

"Her name's Brielle. She was nice. Her and her two friends Serena and Natasha. They were really cool and complimented my award show dress. I figured maybe we could cheer up your mopey bandmates later and bring them to hangout?" I smiled.

"This is why they love you so much. You pimp out fans to make friends, it's endearing, really." He grinned and I punched him playfully in the gut.

"Whatever. Tell them I'll set it all up. I'm going to see Nathan, I'll meet you back at the complex later."

He pouted, "I hate him."

I grinned, "He hates you too."

"I love you Sophia George."

"I love you Louis Tomlinson. Have fun! Flirt with a fan and I'll fucking kill you."

Paul snorted and turned away.

"See! She is jealous!" He whined.

"I'm not jealous, you're just stupid. Because I will find out and you'll be sleeping with Liam for the week." I kissed him and strutted away.

Notes

Short update, sorry I've just had issues posting long updates. They always freeze and dissapear before I can post them. I'll update again within the hour.