I fix the final strand of hair on my head and roll my eyes. I'm not sure why I agreed to do this. I'm not sure why THEY agreed to let me do this. At the beginning of the summer, before I had even met the boys, I signed a confidentiality contract. They monitered my phone, computer, everything. It was like prison. So the fact that they're allowing me to do an interview is hilarious. I have an interview with US weekly and a TV interview with MTV. I explained on the phone that this is a bad idea, that I'm not going to lie and they better hope that I don't make an ass out of all five of them. Because as they well know, I have the information to do just that.

But of course, no no no. The boys have "nothing to hide". Obviously THEY didn't have a say in this. Of course not, psycho management strikes again. I pull out my phone to text Liam one more time, hoping he'll tell me this is a bad idea. Or even just a reply would suffice.

To: LP
Last chance dude. I'm about to leave for US weekly, if you don't want me to do it I won't.

I wait around for a couple more minutes before giving up.


I walk into the large building and head over to the receptionists desk.

"Hi my names-"

She cuts me off, "Blair Kelly. I know who you are. Mark Baker is waiting for you. I'll escort you to him now."

Of course she knows who I am. I'm "Blair Kelly". Girl who spent the summer with One Direction. To say the least, I'm not thrilled where it's taken me.

I walk into the office and a older man, probably in his last forties, stands and shakes my hand, "Blair Kelly. I'm Mark Baker. It's a pleasure to finally get the chance to sit and talk with you."

I smile graciously and sit in the chair across from his desk, not sure of what to say.

"Would you like anything to drink Ms. Kelly?" The receptionist asks.

"No I'm alright, thank you though."

She excuses herself and walks out, leaving me alone with an intimidating middle aged man. This was a mistake.

"So Blair, before we get started, I want to make sure you know that you have a say in this. Anything you do or do not want to talk about is okay. If you hear a question you don't want to answer, just say so and we'll scratch it off. Were very excited that you want to talk to us, considering how long you've stayed silent."

I smile and cross my legs, "No I think I'll be alright. I'm assuming they've gone through what I can I cannot say and what you can and cannot post so whatever I'm allowed to talk about, I will."

The look on his face was pure confusion, "They haven't said anything about it. They just said they're allowing you to talk about whatever you feel comfortable talking about."

Smart. It's all so smart. They think I'll cower out because some of in incriminates me as well. But no no no, not this time.

"Well then, anything goes!"

He smiles with excitement and picks up the paper with his questions on it, starting the recording device on the table, "Okay, so how excited were you when you found out that you had won the summer with One Direction?"

"I was... indifferent honestly. When I entered the contest, I had actually entered for my younger sister Bridget. I found out later that you had to be 18 to win so it was all on me. I almost gave it back, thinking another girl would be much more deserving. But I didn't. I'm selfish and they're hot so that was that."

*Flashback*
My phone rings and I groan, probably J.J again.

"WHAT!" I scream.

"Um.. is this Bridget?" The british voice asks.

"No, who is this?"

"This is Harry Styles of One Direction.. I have here that Bridget Kelly wanted to spend a summer with us and well... she won."

I nearly stop breathing.

"That's my little sister. I'm sorry. Let me get her."

I run down the hallway and open Bridgets door. Sure enough, she's blasting One Direction, singing into her hair brush.

"Bridget. Do not scream. But Harry Styles is on the phone for you."

She rolls her eyes and grabs my phone out of my hands, putting it on speaker phone. I smile like an idiot, little bitch thinks I'm lying.

"Hi Harry Styles." She says nonchalantly.

"Hiiiiii Bridget!" All five say back to my little 14 year old sister.

She faints. Onto the floor. With her five idols on the phone. Waiting.

I giggle and fan her off, picking up the phone.

"She fainted. Sorry."

"Oh no! Is that normal?"
"Is she alright?"
"We have that affect on people."

The last one makes me laugh even harder.

"She'll be alright. But yes she's going to accept."

I heard a couple of voices faintly in the background before a new boy gets onto the phone, "Is she 18?"

"No she's 14, why?"

I hear him sigh, "You have to be 18 to win. I'm so sorry. I thought when she signed up she'd know that."

I groan. I did read that actually. I just wasn't thinking. Obviously.

"So she can't go?"

"I'm really really sorry. It's just, she'd be shadowing everything we do. Including parties and award shows. She needs to be an adult."

What is the point of a fan following your band all summer if she has to be an adult? How many huge one direction fans are over 18?

"Well then... This is going to suck." I mumble.

"Are you 18?" He asks.

"I'm 21."

"Well would you want to do it?"

"Um.. I don't know? That's not really fair is it? I mean, I didn't sign up."

A different boy gets onto the phone, "Well actually, you did. You just used your sisters name. You could take it. You sound normal, so that may honestly be better for everyone."

I rub my forehead and think about all of my plans for this summer. I look up at the wall in my sisters room, covered with 1D posters. They're extremely attractive.

"Why not. I'm in."
*End Flashback*
"I see, so you weren't a huge fan before?" Mark asks.

"Not really. I mean I had their music on my phone, but my sister was the big fan. I had my boyband phase with The Backstreet Boys, so I was sort of old for the fan girlling."

He nods his head.

"What was your first impression of the five boys? Were they as attractive in person?"

I grin, "Yeah. They were."
*Flashback*

I sit at the fold out table and read through the contract. Phone and computer use will be monitored. Anything you post online will go through our server first. No releasing private information about the boys whereabouts. No leaving the site without permission or without being accompanied by a staff member. There were so many rules I couldn't even remember them all. I shook my head and skipped to the final page, initialing and signing at the bottom.

I looked up at handed the packet to Paul, the head of security, "Here ya go!"

He takes it from me and grins, "Ready to meet the boys?"

I nod and follow him down the back corridor. I wasn't nervous until now. I was shaking in my boots. Constantly grabbing my hair and moving it in every direction. We turned the final corner and the five men grin like idiots.

"I told you she sounded pretty!" Louis says, smacking Liam.

"Don't be creepy Lou." Zayn mumbles.


I'm not sure where the sudden courage came from, but I walk up to them and shake each of their hands. Eying Zayn up and down a little longer than necessary. He grins and shakes it off.


"Well which of the boys were you closest with?" He asks, leaning back in his executive chair.

"At the beginning, Harry. By the end, I guess Liam. But it didn't end well to say the least."

He raises his eyebrows, "Yes. It says here you didn't make it through the entire 3 months. How long were you with them?"

"71 days. My sister had a countdown." I giggle.

"Why did you leave?"

I contemplate for a moment how I want to answer that. Maybe I didn't want to screw them over after all.

"Personal reasons. I didn't get along with everyone anymore." I sigh and wish I had taken that drink after all.

"I see. Who did you not get along with?"

*Flashback*

I walk down the hall to hear yelling between Harry and his new friend. I listen for a moment before hearing a crash. I open the door and see Jonathan standing over Harry, screaming obscenities in his face.

"get off of him!!" I scream.

Harry's eyes shoot up at me, filled with anger. "Go away Blair! Don't get involved!"

I shake my head, "Not this time Harry.. If you don't tell him to leave then I'm telling everyone!"

His gaze is pure disgust. I shouldn't throw out things like that, it isn't my business and that's one hell of a threat.

Jonathan looks back to me, then Harry, then back to me. "I'm leaving." He growls.

Harry stands up and runs towards him, "Don't leave! Ignore her! She's not serious!"

Jonathan pushes me against the wall, clearing the path for his exit.

Harry's eyes narrow, "Get. Out. Now."

I roll my eyes, "I'm trying to help you! That's not healthy Hazza!"

"What I do and who I spend time with is none of your fucking business! Now get out!"

---

"I knew it! I knew it was her!" Perrie screams, pointing in my direction.

Liam had his arms protectively around my waist and Louis was holding Perrie back from me. I couldn't even see straight anymore. The cocaine on top of the alcohol was too much to handle. If I wasn't getting reamed out by a pissed off pop star I probably would be asleep.

"You lied to me.." I whisper.

Zayns face was full of confusion. He had no idea what to do, and that made it even worse.

"Blair listen to me.. I told you from the beginning.."

I had heard enough.

"No! Blair listen is no longer a good excuse! Neither is 'It's not what it looks like', or 'let me explain'. I'm done!"

---

I roam around the dark club, in search of Louis. He promised he would stop doing coke. Promised the drug use would end. It was fifteen days now that he had been sober. I was proud of him.

I turn the corner and find the blonde chick he had been chatting up earlier, "Hey, have you seen Louis?"

She gives me a confused glare, "I don't know who that is?"

I cross my arms impatiently, "Brunette, about my height, black shirt..." I name off any and every identifying feature before I see her eyes light up.

"Marcus?" She asks.

"Yeah sure, him."

She points over to a dark hallway and I know exactly what that means..

"Louis!" I scream, as his face shoots up from the massive pile of cocaine.

"Oh my God Blair this shit is insane! You gotta try it!"

Normally, I would sit next to him and go line-for-line. But he was supposed to be getting sober. The other boys were going to kill me. I told them we were going to a movie! Not a club. But with some persuasion, I gave in.

Persuasion? Yeah right.

He had me at 'half priced vodka shots' and 'dancing with me'.

And that's how Louis broke his sobriety streak and I broke my most important promise.

---

Niall walks into my hotel room and grabs the 'Do Not Disturb' tag, hanging it outside of the room before climbing on top of me. These were my favorite nights. He lusted for my touch and I gave in, pretending it was a hard decision.

"Promise me something B" He whispers, kissing me up and down my collar bone.

"Anything." I respond, begging for his body to be closer.

"You're done with Zayn. I want you all to myself. He has Perrie now, and I have you."

I took a deep breath, remembering the current conversation I was having with Zayn via text. But here's Niall, the not-so-underdog. Straddling me in bed, when he's supposed to be at sound check. He knows this is the only time he can get me fully alone, and he takes that risk whenever possible.

"I promise. It's only you."

We continue the heated kissing for minutes before I hear my phone go off. His head shoots up and I guide his face back to mine, "Whoever it is, the can wait."

He listens for a moment, until the phone goes off again.

The clear look of distress on my face gave me away. He grabbed my phone and I screamed, "No Niall don't!"

But it was too late. The damage was done.

From: ZM
Let's talk

To: ZM
It's too late

From: ZM
Please.. let me explain. You don't know the whole story. I'm so sorry. I'll do whatever it takes to get you back

To: ZM
It's never going to change with you!

From: ZM
Five minutes, that's all I need.

To: ZM
Five minutes, that's all you get.


The look in Niall's eyes were filled with pain. It was unbearable to witness.

"Please... Niall listen"

"No Blair! Like you said, those excuses don't work anymore! You say that Zayn is the bad one? You're exactly like him! If not, WORSE!"

He grabs his stuff and leaves, slamming the door on the way out.

---

There was one flashback that I refused to allow back into my head. The most painful one.

"By the end of it, I didn't get along with any of them"

"Would you say that's your fault?" He asks.

"Yeah, but that doesn't make them innocent either."

Notes

Please comment and let me know what you think! I need to decide whether or not to continue