CHAPTER 3

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What does it take for me to get noticed?

Harry Styles look at yourself and reevaluate your life. You're part of the world's biggest boy band, this is not something that should bring you down. There are many more opportunities to get their attention. Inhale, exhale. You have a tour coming up, better focus on that.

"Harry?" Liam said as he opened the door to my room. "Have you seen my hair straighteners?"

I smiled to myself. No I haven't hidden them, honest!

…Can't say the same for Louis, anyway.

"No, but Liam why would you need your hair straighteners at…" I checked my watch. "…10 in the evening?"

Liam sighed "I was going to do a twitcam."

"What do your hair straighteners have anything to do with this?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"I wanted to prove to them that even though they're pink, they can still be manly!"

I'm sorry but I couldn't help myself I just had to laugh at that one. "I'm sure you'll find them Liam they're probably just lying around there somewhere."

"Hey when was the last time you did a twitcam?" he asked me. Well that made me think. Oh! I had one with Loui—

"Not including the one you had with Louis." He said. Why not?

"Why are you asking me this?" I curiously asked.

He just shrugged, "I just thought you'd like to at least talk to the fans for a few minutes. But anyway, I got a hair straightener to look for. Thanks Harry." And he left.

He does have a point…

7 am waking up in the morning gotta be fresh gotta go downstairs.

Ok, I'll stop I apologize for it. It's just I'm not a morning person I mean my mom literally has to scream at me to get me up and running for school. (And there's also that post-summer syndrome.)

But nevertheless, I eventually got up, showered, put on my red long-sleeved checkered polo, the usual denim shorts and just some plain old black sandals that I got from this sale the other day.
I don't buy branded stuff, just so you know. I see people at school wearing the same stuff because they buy from the same brands. I like to be different, which is probably why I coerced Hanna, Aimee and even Ethan to start The Click with me, haha. We haven't been friends for long, really. To be honest, when I first met those three I didn't expect us to be the best of friends. I met Hanna last year at orientation since we were both new at school. I vaguely remembered being annoyed at her (but don't tell her that, she doesn't need to know), but hey, she was the only one who was willing to talk to me that time, and we did eventually get along. Aimee… how did I meet Aimee again? Oh, right! Our moms are friends and they basically locked us both in my room one day while they had some "catching up to do" in the living room. It was pretty awkward at first, but then she spotted my How I Met Your Mother collection and we picked up from there.

And I now this would sound so cliché but this really happened! I met Ethan because he practically knocked me down in the hallways. Ok it was accidental, but seriously our hallways are so wide and practically no one was there and he still bumped into me? Anyway. He bumped into me, my books fell down, he helped me pick them up, and woop-dee-doo! We had the same class next, and we were late so we both had to sit at the back (earning glares from Ashley, mind you).

"Becca we're here, honey." My mom said as she stopped the car in front of school.

"Right. Thanks mom, bye." I said, going out of the car.

"So what do you have first period?" I asked Aimee as we walked up to the gate.

"English." She said, "with Mr. Fitz" and added in an annoyed tone.

"I'm guessing it didn't go well yesterday?" I cautiously asked. You don't get on Aimee's bad side. Or suggest obvious things when she's in a bad mood. You just don't.

"Hanna has company in detention."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"speaking of Hann—."

"GUYS!" Hanna came, no, ran up to us all giddy and smiley like she just won the lottery or something.

"Hi Hanna." I said.

"YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE WHAT I JUST GOT!"

"Us out of detention?" Aimee hoped for a while.

For a moment there, the happiness left Hanna's face as she looked apologetically at Aimee. But knowing Hanna, it was again replaced by the previous giddiness and… Hanna-ness.

"No, but I'm really really reaaaaaally sorry about that Aimee."

"Eh forget it." Aimee shrugged it off. "What were you going to tell us?"

You see, my friends. Hanna doesn't just get excited over anything, so when she's excited, you better expect it to be real good.

"I GOT TWO FRONT ROW TICKETS TO SEE ONE DIRECTION THIS DECEMBER"

Or not.

"Oh that's great, Hanna!" I said smiling at my friend.

"You bet it is," she began, smiling at me. Not good. "because you're going with me!"

Yeah I practically choked. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate One Direction! It's just, I'd like to spend my night doing something else other than listen to music that I don't really know, or be stuck in a place filled with screaming teenagers (ok yes I'm still a teenager but I'm not screaming).

"Sorry, Hanna but you know I got things to do and…" I trailed off as she raised one eyebrow at me.

"It's September and you already know what you're doing on December 18?"

"Yeah." I tried to say with conviction.

"What?" she asked.

"I'm… ok Hanna come on you know I'm not really a big fan I'm just going to end up standing there being clueless. You got great tickets you should bring someone who'd appreciate it." I argued. But hey, I am making sense, right? The good tickets should go to real fans, not people like me. *mental shrug*

"Hey girls," Ethan greeted us as he joined our little group, "what are you talking about?"

"ETHAN!" Hanna startled him.

"HANNA?"

"YOU'RE GOING WITH ME TO A ONE DIRECTION CONCERT!" Hanna shouted, which made Ethan laugh, which made Hanna stare at him dead serious.

"oh you were being serious." He stopped laughing. Good work Ethan! A+

"Hanna, you're seriously asking me to go with you," he said, trying to hide his smile, "to a One Direction concert?"

Hanna just huffed. "You're right. This is pathetic."

And just when we thought we could start walking again to actually get inside school…(Yes we were still outside by the gate thanks to Hanna).

"AIMEEEEEE"

"No." Aimee plainly said.

"Pleaaaaaaase?" Hanna begged with her puppy dog eyes.

"You do know those never work on me, right?" Aimee said at the girl who was about to beg on her knees. Well she was being honest, Aimee's hard to convince especially if it's something she really doesn't want to do. And be stuck in a room or hall or whatever where loud pop music is playing is something she doesn't want to do. That's not very Aimee.

"I'm sure you'll find someone to go with you, Hanna," I said as I glanced at my watch. "I don't know about you guys but I'm not up for detention." I said which made them all look at their watches and finally notice all the students rushing in to the building.

We parted ways, except for Hanna and I, we both had Chemistry for first period (deep sigh).

"Please?" Hanna tried again as we sat down at our spot.

"Nope." I said, popping the "p"

"Ugh." And right on cue, the bell rang. For the first time, I was actually glad about it.