Gotta Be You

Callie is a normal fifteen year old, who like many dream of meeting British/Irish boyband sensation One Direction. But when her clueless father and evil step-mother force her to come on a 'bonding' holiday in the sunny island of Fiji, Callie gets caught up in a whirlwind of excitement when she learns that the 5 members of 1D are staying in her resort. As she experiences romance, friendship, betrayal and facing the past, Callie learns that sometimes it doesn't just take One Thing to have the best summer ever, but maybe five...


10. Gotta Be You


"Hey babe"
I cringed. 'Babe' It reminded me of that talking pig. Who, I might add, I have always found extremely creepy.
"Are you all ready for tonight?"
He kissed my forehead and grinned.
"Stop doing that" I mumbled.
"Doing what?"
"Smiling, I feel unfocused when you do that" I was getting pretty dazzled right now. Just when you think you have decided you don't really like him as more than a friend, he just reels you back in.
"Hey, I'm ready for dinner now if you are" I said, deciding that for tonight, we were more than friends.
"Er, you're gonna wear that..."
I looked down at my denim shorts and baggy t-shirt that said: I'm Not Posh, I'm Articulate! I guess I wasn't as tidy as I could be...
"Do I need to wear jeans?" I asked.
"Am, it's kind of more of a black tie thing"
"Like dresses?"
He nodded.
"I can do dresses"
He didn't look convinced.
"I can!"
"Look babe, I'll see you tonight"
He swaggered off towards the elevator, up to the penthouse the boys were staying in. So, Harry doesn't think I can look glamorous? Okay, I don't own a hair straightener, and the only make-up I ever wear is Vaseline, but does that mean I can never be the girl who lights up a room with her stunning presence? Probably. But I better try.
"Hi there"
I looked at the girl who just greeted me. She had long brown hair and a nice smile. She was wearing a bright orange t-shirt that said: Smooth It Over... With A Smoothie. I was stupidly confused until my thick brain finally figured out she worked at the smoothie bar.
"Want a smoothie? I'm run off my feet as you can see..."
She motioned to the empty chairs in front of her. Sarcasm, I liked it.
"A Banana Boost please"
She smiled and began making up the smoothie. She grabbed an orange and a couple of chocolate pieces. Er, was chocolate supposed to go in a smoothie? She looked a bit frazzled squirting what looked like ketchup into the blender.
"Are you sure they're the right ingredients?" I asked gently, wondering why there weren’t any bananas in a Banana Boost.
"Well..." She shook her head admittedly. "Actually, I haven't a clue what I'm doing"
She dumped the 'smoothie' down the drain and slumped into the barstool.
"I'm new here, and well, I only really got the job because I lied about my experience" She blushed. "I'm not proud of it, but... I needed a job"
I nodded. I kind of felt for her, she looked quite panicked and distraught about her inexperience in her chosen profession.
"How about I help you?"
She looked up at me hopefully.
"Sure, I have some experience. My dad used to work in a bar in Clare"
She seemed confused. Probably didn't know that Clare was a place, not a girl's name.
"I'm Callie, by the way"
"Ellie" She grinned. It seemed I'd made a friend.
We spent the next couple of hours experimenting with different fruits. Turns out smoothie making is nothing like doing bar-work, and I was just as clueless as she was. We were doubled over laughing most of the time, at both my inability to work a blender and Ellie's deathly use of chocolate and oranges. We came up with millions of terrible smoothie combinations, such as 'Cherry and Salted- Peanuts Thunderstorm' and 'Ellie and Callie's Spicy and Sweet Sugar Surprise'. Any of them would cause constant coughing and continues vomiting.
"New girl, what the hell are you doing?"
A tall, pretty girl I recognised from the ice-cream parlour, the one that was always flirting with the boys, was glaring down her. Ellie was holding the ketchup in a weapon-like position, but dropped it straight away when she saw the look of fury of her co-worker's face.
"Oh, sorry Rhiannon..."
"Oh, sorry Rhiannon" She said, mimicking Ellie's voice. I liked this girl less and less.
"I'll clean up the mess"
"Damn right you will, I'm not picking up some thicko's slack because she's to lazy to work"
Ellie didn't say anything, just grabbed the mop by the wall and started cleaning the floor.
"Sorry about her" Rhiannon said to me, kicking the mop so smoothie spattered in Ellie's face.
"You should be apologising for yourself" I said through gritted teeth.
"Excuse me?”
"Isn’t there some employee’s rights agreement?"
"Just leave it" Ellie said warningly.
"Whatever” Rhiannon rolled her eyes.
"You know, I have a mind to go and report you to your employer”
That wiped the smug look off her face. Obviously Little Miss Sass liked her job more than she let on.
"I didn't mean to upset a customer"
Ellie was looking pleadingly at me. Did she really need a job this much? To be yelled at and treated like a piece of dirt?
"Okay" I said, and Rhiannon looked relieved. Her boss would probably kick her ass if he knew what she said in front of a customer.
"New girl-" She stopped, rethinking her words. This was obviously hard for her. "Ellie, you can have the rest of the day off"
Rhiannon’s teeth were clenched; her face was morphed into a pained expression. I grabbed Ellie's arm and led her away quickly.
"What was that about?" She looked completely baffled.
"I think Rhiannon was trying to Smooth It Over…With A Smoothie”

I laughed at my own joke. Well, if no one else is going to, there might as well be one person who finds it funny.

“Well, thanks for that”

“No bother”

We walked along the square, the Fijian sun beating down on me making it hard to concentrate.

“Where are we going?” I asked, as we passed the pool and its tempting blue water.

“To my apartment. We’re gonna find you a knock-out dress for your hot date tonight”
“How did you know…?”
“Come on, how many people can resist the urge to eavesdrop on Harry Styles’ conversation?”

Ellie led me to the staff apartment block, which looked just as nice as the guest’s one. She swiped her card at the front door, which made a small chime, and the door swung open. The lobby was smaller than the guests’ lobby but had the same marble floor and chandelier hanging from the mosaic style ceiling. She punched the number of her floor into the elevator keypad. Gotta Be You was playing through the speakers.

“I love this song” I said bopping my head along to the beat. Ellie laid her head against the elevator wall. Was it the light or did I just her cheeks were damp?

The familiar ding of the floor rang through and Ellie snapped out of her daze.

“Well, here we are” She put her key into the scanner and when the light turned green, she entered. The apartment was very modern, with an airy feel to it. An Upholstered sofa sat in the corner on a Persian rug obviously not from IKEA. There was a flat screen across from it, and a coffee table made completely of glass. The balcony overlooked the beach, and if you squinted, you could just make out our beach-house way down the stretch of sand.

“So, do you want anything to drink or eat?”

I declined politely, but Ellie poured two glasses of pink lemonade anyway. She threw off her shoes and led me barefoot to her wardrobe.

“Now, this is it”

Her wardrobe, which I expected to have a little collection of shorts and tops, was far from a waitress’s wardrobe. It was amazing. Spectacular. Dresses sparkled, bedazzled, silk, sleek, low neck-line, high neck-line, cocktail, floor length and strapless hung in the walk in wardrobe. Shoes of every colour and every style sat on the floor of the wardrobe. Accessories such as scarves, jewellery, sunglasses and handbags took up three shelves, and more shoes on two other shelves.

“This is…” I paused. “You’re not a criminal are you, part of the Bling Ring maybe?”

She laughed, but I wasn’t entirely joking. How can a waitress that need a job so badly to put up with her bullying co-worker have clothes like this?

“My job…” She stopped short.


“My job, the one I had before my smoothie bar work, allowed me to wear nice clothes”
I was about to ask what kind of job it was when she started ripping dresses off rails and hurling them at me.

“The changing room is in there, ma cheré”

She led me to the bathroom, which was only a little smaller than my room at home. By home I mean Ireland, in case you were confused. I know everyone else does. I slipped into the lime green cocktail dress, which was a bit frumpy. I walked out in it and Ellie pulled a face. Next was a neon pink wrap-around dress that was not flattering at all. Someone as skinny and tall as Ellie could pull it off, but I was made of a sturdier build. She wrinkled her nose at it, and I returned to the dressing room with yet another fail. We tried on many others, short and long, dark and bright. Finally I walked out in a black dress which came to just over my knees. It was a big tight and small for my comfort, but Ellie clapped her hands with enthusiasm.

“You simply can’t go wrong with an LBD!”
“Little Black Dress!”

Well, it certainly is little.

“I’m just not sure if its me…”
“Its Gotta Be You”

Ellie got me matching sparkly black heels and a midnight clutch, and even offered to do my hair and make-up.

“I’d love to take advantage of your amazing collection…” I said, inspecting the chest of overflowing Mac products on her vanity table. “But is this really necessary? It’s just a date”

Ellie looked surprised.

“Don’t you want to make him weak at the knees?”

I laughed, which by Ellie’s confused expression was maybe the wrong thing to do.

“Callie, you don’t sound so enthusiastic about this”

I shrugged.

“I guess I’m just more…relaxed about these kind of things”

She shook her head.

“No one who is truly falling for someone is that cool about things”

My head was starting to spin. What was wrong with me? I liked Harry; he was good-looking, charming, confident... Uh! Why couldn’t I figure out what was going on with us?

Ellie must have seen how muddled I looked because she sat me down in front of the mirror and started brushing out my heart.

“Don’t worry Callie, you’ll figure it out. Now, curls or straight?”
Ellie spent the next few hours giving me the full spa treatment. She curled my hair using tongs, then let the curl roll around her finger, scrunched it up, twisted it into a bun and fastened it with a pin. Apparently this was called ‘setting the curls’.

“I got that tip from a stylist I worked with in London”

“Do you work in the fashion industry?”
“Yup” She grinned. “Now, to apply make-up”

Before I knew it I was in the LBD, in shoes two sizes too small for me and with hair that kept getting in my eyes. Ellie told me that my hair had great volume, but I just nodded. I didn’t get how hair could be loud or soft, but heck; I didn’t know that there was a tool to make your hair straight until last year.

“Now, you’re perfect!”

Ellie looked happy for me, but she had a look of something in her eyes. Was that… No, why would she be?

“7:30 at The Chammarie, isn’t it?”
I nodded.

“Good luck, Cal and…” she paused, as if she was trying to say something. “You’re a good person, Cal. No one wants to hurt you”

Harry. She wants to let me know that he actually is the right guy for me.

“Thanks, Ellie”

She led me out of the apartment block and waved me off.

So this was it. With palms sweating and heart racing, the nerves were getting to me. My first date. With Harry Styles. What have I gotten myself into?



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