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...


14. Na Na Na

This was it. I was standing outside the door of the boys' penthouse, after Niall, without hesitating, buzzed me up. I quickly said a little prayer to St. Bartholomew. This shouldn't be scary, I was only going to explain the truth about the pictures to them. A stupid, insecure part of me was afraid they might not believe me. Rejection hurt. That led me on to the other part of the plan, the part Niall didn't know about. I thought, I better get two fears over with in the one go.
Then I thought of James. He'd want me to be happy, wouldn't he? Ever since I was 3 he would always warn boys away from me, even though they couldn't tell I was a different gender to them. That was James, my protector. It took the move to London to realise I could do stuff on my own. I guess it took five good-looking boys with good voices to realise I didn't want to.
"Callie, they're all waiting"
I am an intelligent, confident, beautiful business-woman. Ugly Betty, use the power of your braces and bad bangs to help me now.
Niall led me into the room. Five eyes stared at me. Actually, ten. Duh, it's not like they all have one eye! Like that dude in Monsters Inc. I cried at that movie.
Erica was primly perched on the edge of the sofa, her lips pursed. She obviously didn't want to be here. Liam was beside her, her right hand man, mirroring his manager's cold position. Louis looked lost and distant as usual. Harry winked at me. It was nice to know that he was on my side, even if we had been through some rubbish these past few days. Zayn was sitting on the edge, his body language telling me he was away from everyone else because he didn't think what they thought. I smiled to myself.
"You've got five minutes" Erica said, her nose high in the air.
"I have as long as it takes" I said, keeping my tone even.
"Excuse me?"
I looked her directly in the eye. Well, here goes nothing.
"You may be a manager, a figure of authority even, to the boys. But to me, we're on exactly the same level. I think you should stop talking down to me"
Her mouth dropped open in shock, but I continued.
"Some people have jumped to conclusions..." Liam shuffled uncomfortably on the couch. "...and I wasn't given a fair chance to explain. I did a little digging and it turns out that the hotel got one of their waitresses to steal my camera. They sold the pictures to glorify the resort"
I expected them all to fall to the floor they were so shocked. But Erica and Liam were the only ones half-way surprised.
"We knew it wasn't you" Harry said simply, in answer to my baffled face.
"I'm going to sue their sorry asses off!" Erica yelled, leaping off the sofa with an abruptness that shook Liam next to her.
"You can't" And so I told them about how the hotel weren't responsible for telling the public.
"Of course they were..." Erica protested. I sighed. Some people just weren't happy until they sued...
I handed her the email printout. Her eyes narrowed at the piece of paper.
"Interesting" she murmured.
"What?" Liam asked quickly.
"The details are spot-on"
"That's what's so creepy" I shuddered. To think someone had been spying on us was so... Unnerving.
"How odd..." She murmured.
She held the sheet in front of my eyes.
"The person is anonymous. They don't mention anything about money. What could they possibly have gained?"
I shook my head. This had been baffling me too. At least the hotel had a logical reason for selling the photographs.
"So, why did they do it?"
"That's what you're going to find out for me" Erica said, smiling smugly.
"Ah, no" I groaned, thinking I had already done my detective work for today.
"I'll help" Zayn said, not looking at me.
"Okay. I'd recommend checking out the computer, see what you can find"
I nodded. Well, if I had a robin to my batman, how could I resist?
* * *
"Maybe you should check the history?"
Breath, Callie. Zayn was leaning over my shoulder to look at the screen, as he so politely let me sit down. I clicked on the history and a selection of websites popped up.
"All the people here are wouldn't be caught dead using a public computer" I mused, as I looked at the shortage of searches.
"Look, it was the day of the date"
So our suspect had been on this computer.
"Well, what now?"
Zayn looked like he was thinking hard. Although he seemed to have the same facial expression all the time, dark and brooding. He could have been dreaming of unicorns and apple tart and he would have worn that expression.
"Do you mind?" He said, gesturing to the seat. I shook my head and got up from the chair. He sat down and began scrolling down the page.
"All those searches are within minutes of each other, so they must have been by the same person"
I was getting lost at all the techy-talk so I let my mind wonder off into a fantasy where me and Zayn got married and lived in a castle...
My thoughts were diverted by Zayn's sudden exclamation.
I looked at what he was pointing at. It just looked to me like the person had looked up a bunch of stuff about One Direction.
"They probably did a bit of research on One Direction before they sent the email"
He shook his head.
"Not One Direction..." He looked up at me. "There's more than fifty searches on Louis Tomlinson"
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