You and I

The door opens and in comes Mr. Bronze eyes, in full view. I hear Niall mumble something about too many sparkles. Well, I've got to admit, that outfit is WAY over the line.

"Don't tell me we're gonna wear something like THAT!" I say, gesturing to his outfit. Mr. Bronze Eyes laughs.

"Oh the styling options are up to you." For some reason, his voice reminds me of Marcel from the best song ever music video, but his actions are a mix of Leeroy and the sexy secretary. I know that sounds weird, but it's the truth.

"Oh no. We're not doing THAT for you!" Niall stands up and places his hands on his hips. "I am not a traitor and everyone knows I'm in One Direction!"

"Chill, dude, I'm not gonna let you do a concert out in the open. That's too dangerous for a little babe such as you. Now sit." For some reason, Mr. Bronze Eyes has this scary look when he is forcing you to do something. Niall rolls his eyes, but sits down anyway.

"Okay, so all I want you to do for now is tell me a bit about yourself." Mr. Bronze Hair flips his hair around and stares intensely into our eyes. "Since you probably don't even know my name, I'll start." I can't help but notice how long his blood red fingernails are. "My name is Jaquelyn, call me Lyn and I'm from America. I work as a part time fashionista!" His eyes look up at the ceiling as he strikes a pose. Then he gives me a seductive look saying, "Your turn, girly."

"I'm Leigh," I say. "I'm also from America, but I'm half British. I work in a bakery as of the moment."

"Ew, a bakery! Don't you think it's kind of gross to get your hands all icky with the bread dough and all that?" Lyn gives me a questioning look.

"No. I quite enjoy it, to be honest."

"Do you have any hobbies?"

"Yeah. Writing, singing and playing soccer."

Niall raises an eyebrow. "Same here," he says.

"Oh my goodness, that's amazing. Okay now you tell me who you are." Lyn points a blood red fingernail at Niall.

"My name's Niall Horan. I'm 20 years old, a singer in One Direction. I'm Irish."

"Irish hm? Like a leprechaun!" Lyn suddenly seems very enthusiastic. Niall shakes his head, though his smile says that he is rather amused by Lyn's comment.

"Okay so now that I know you guys, I'll tell you what my plan is. You," he points at Niall. "Will be moi singer and you" he points to me. "will be my songwriter."

"Oh Nando's NO!!!" Niall says, standing up. "I AM A PART OF ONE DIRECTION! YOU CAN'T JUST PULL ME AWAY FROM THEM!"

"No you're not a part of One Direction. You were a part of One Direction." Lyn tosses a newspaper to Niall, who catches it. The headline screams, "Niall Horan, 20, found dead in his car..." I look at Niall, who has tears in his eyes. "This is a lie," he says quietly. "THIS IS A LIE AND YOU KNOW IT!!!" He points an accusing finger at Lyn. Cuss words quickly intertwine with his other words as he launches at Lyn, who presses a button. Suddenly, the room is pitch black and the sound of Niall screaming and cursing Lyn to the pits of hell is all I can hear.

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