GOTTA BE YOU

Summary: Bambi Aerith was an upcoming fashion model and actress working really hard to find her place in the industry. She had successfully hidden her small town heritage, dyed her plain brown hair platinum blonde, lost enough weight to hit the runways and learnt the ropes of the fashion industry. However, one day her manager told her that it wasn't enough that she needed more leverage to get better roles, more magazine spreads and media attention so she started to date famous celebrities, no matter how much she felt like it went against her morales. This is until she was advised to meet and befriend the One Direction boys and fell hopeless in love with Harry Styles, the boy who was able to take off her carefully applied mask.

CHAPTER ONE

Two years ago, Bambi Aerith was nobody but a small town pageant girl.

Two years later Bambi Aerith is the biggest supermodel and the most in demand actress in all of the western entertainment industry. She graced the covers of Vogue, Bazaar, Rolling Stone and Vanity Fair multiple times and she was frequently seen in gossip magazines on the arm of nobody but the latest, and most attractive, male celebrity to hit the scene.

"Listen," she pursed her lips and removed her Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses, "I have only just broken up with Joe last week, don't you think it might be a little too soon to move on?"

Her manager scanned the office to ensure that the doors were closed. The dark secrets of show business had to remain that way. "Not at all. Remember your story? You and Joe had your conflicts and he did you wrong with a mysterious woman you want to know nothing about. This is the perfect time for you to meet the boys."

Her ice blue eyes peeking up from dark lashes, Bambi had a truly beautiful face. It was heart shaped with perfect porcelain skin, big expressive blue eyes, full pink lips and platinum blonde hair was hung just to her waist. Her figure was tall and waif-like without appearing unhealthy, with a perfectly toned stomach and legs. "But, One Direction, really? You don't think they're a little… fresh, do you?"

Her manager, a fiery red head named Angela, tutted and shook her head, "Honey, you've been in this business for a while and you know that fresh is always the best. It means they're at the peak of their fame and they're the hottest on the market."

"I'm really not sure about this."

An envelope was handed to her, "Look, VIP tickets to their concert tonight and an invite to the after party. Trust me, Bambi. I didn't teach you how to become a star just to show you wrong."

The stage was buzzing at night, but she could barely focus. She hadn't heard much from the boys, just a few songs here and there because of how busy her work schedule usually was. She sat in the seats in the VIP section, segregated from the other people who were crowded around a small stage. The support act had just played and they were decent, although she wished they would play something a little more emotional. It felt like years since she had seen a good performance and even longer since she had last listened to her favorite bands. Since leaving her home town, all of her rock records and old pop vinyls had to be left behind as it simply did not do in this industry to allow even a small uncool aspect of yourself to surface.

The crowd roared and the lights blacked out. A hologram shot against the heavy curtains, "One Direction" it read. The show was starting and she had no idea what to expect.

Bambi pulled at her short green dress. Her Manolo Blahniks were making her feet burn but she was used to it. She pulled through the pain and walked gracefully down the backstage corridors, not forgetting to flash friendly smiles to anybody that she saw. She reached a plain blue door with a sign on it, obviously their dressing room. There seemed to be quite a bit of noise coming from inside and she could do nothing but roll her eyes, this was why she thought they were fresh. They were uncomposed. She sighed, pasted on a smile and knocked.

"Vas Happenin!" called a male voice as the door was opened. His smile was bright and his face flushed from the excitement of the performance. His dark pair of perfectly styled and his looks appeared slightly foreign and reminded her so much of dear Joe. "Hey! You're Bambi. They told us that you were going to pop by."

"That's me," she smiled, "Great show."

"Thanks!" he put on a mock serious face, "Now, I don't do this often but because you're pretty, come right in and make yourself at home."

The dressing room wasn't massive and definitely not what she was used to from her ex-boyfriend's rooms, but it was cosy and showed how intimate the band really was. There were a bunch of seats arranged in front of the typically lit mirrors, a bathroom, a red couch and a table with an array of food laid out. Unsurprisingly, most of it was candy that she hadn't tasted in two years, but she chose to ignore it for the sake of her calorie intake. "Hi everybody," she said, "I'm Bambi. That was such a brilliant show, great opening number."

Bambi was serious too, for at the many gigs she had been to there weren't any in which she could genuinely say she enjoyed. The opening number, an upbeat song called "What makes you beautiful" was very vibrant and cheerful, she liked it.

Whilst most of the boys were left speechless and star struck due to there being a supermodel standing in their dressing room, the boy who opened the door cleared his throat. "I'm Zayn," he winked, "and I'm the attractive one."

Bambi laughed.

One by one the boys introduced themselves.

"I'm Liam," said a boyishly attractive member.

"Louis here," the boy gave a cheeky half smile, "but you can call me whatever you like."

"I'm Niall!" grinned a blonde boy, his smile ridiculously infectious, "Nice to meet you."

The last to introduce himself was the youngest member of the group: a curly haired boy with stunning eyes and a gorgeous smile, "I'm Harry."

Almost forgetting the other boys, Bambi felt herself reaching out a hand to shake him, "Hi Harry," she breathed, absolutely taken with the way their eyes had met, "I'm Bambs."

"Bambs, aye?" laughed Louis, snapping her out of her thoughts, "I like that so much better than having you call you Bambi."

"No, I mean, umm.." she stuttered, "Bambi. People haven't called me Bambs in a long time. Sorry."

Niall pulled her down to sit next to him, "Do you want a drink?" he asked in a friendly, but not flirtatious, manner, "They've given us a lot of soda and tea too."

"Oh," she smiled, she was actually starting to enjoy meeting these boys, although they were a little odd, "A tea would be lovely."

"I'll make it," he smiled, getting up.

For a while all conversation turned towards the performance and the positive messages they had received on twitter, so Bambi allowed herself to zone out for a bit. Since her two years in the industry, she had met her fair share of very attractive men – she had dated actors, musicians, billionaires and genius directors too, all of which had been very much in demand, wealthy and mature but what had happened when she had seen Harry.

He was young, at least two years younger than her nineteen years. She knew that Angela had expected that she would choose Zayn out of the group to pursue due to his similarity to Joe and the inarguable fact that he was simply her usual type, but she couldn't help but feel like she wanted to talk to Harry. She didn't want to use or hurt him like the others because he just looked so innocent and genuine, although it is hard to determine in the entertainment industry, but she didn't want to not give him a chance either.

"Hey," a voice broke her out of her thoughts. Harry had taken Niall's seat next to her and was smiling, "This talk gets a little boring when it's not your schedule, doesn't it?"

"Just a tiny bit," she admitted, "although I'm barely able to keep track of my own appointments, I'm so hopeless." She mentally hit herself. That was silly. She never showed any loss of control in public and definitely should not have mentioned it then.

"Really?" he smiled cheekily, "So it sounds like all work and no play for you."

"It depends," she knew when to turn on the flirt, so she did, "I've been invited to the after party tonight and I would go were it not for the lack of a date."

Harry's smile widened just a bit, "Well, if you don't mind, I would happily be your date."

"I guess it's not all work and no play then."