Jolly Holiday

Shelbie was a fashion designer. Very low key, living in upper Manhattan with her junkie brother. Then she got her big break. And that big break, went by One Direction.


5. YouTube

I was a YouTube star. Apparently one of the passersby had captured me- on video -screaming in the face of a reporter. The title "LIAM'S GIRLFRIEND FREAKS" was plastered across the top. It had gotten over a million views in the first night alone. This could not get any worse.

Of course the boys could've cared less. Louis and Niall thought it was absolutely hilarious. More than once a day now, I was having to deny being Liam's 'lady friend'.

We really hadn't talked much the last couple of days, Liam and me. The only time I saw him now was when I was fitting him for clothes. There were no ifs ands or buts about it. Liam Payne was avoiding me.

It wasn't all bad though. In Liam's absence, I had started growing closer to both Louis and Niall. Everyday after work, we would huddle in Niall's room and watch obscure Kung Fu movies and eat our weight in popcorn and Gobstoppers. To them, I was just one of the boys. Even though they would joke about me being someone or another's "lady friend", I knew they were joking, because that's just the way they were.

It was so weird not being able to go outside the hotel. Of course, if I wanted to, there was nothing stopping me, but the boys along with the tour manager had advised me against. Much to my own distain, I was famous now. So I was going to have to take every precaution.

I was assigned a body guard, Chauncey (odd, yes), who was in charge of safely getting me from the hotel to my fitting trailer and to the rehearsal venue. His job would've been simple had it not been for the hundreds upon hundreds of fans. Not my fans of course. Liam's fans. Who had taken up the hobby of screaming death threats whenever it was necessary for me to travel. The first couple of times it was a shock. Now I was numb to it.

Now I stood here, debating with Louis on whether or not it was necessary for me to pick up their costumes from the dry cleaners. Go figure. It was clear he cared about me, which was sweet in a way. But then again, the protective brotherly thing did kind of get in the way when I had to march through the swarms of fan girls.

"We can send somebody else to do it." he assured me, following me around like a puppy as I went about collecting my purse and jacket on my way out the door.

"It's my job, Lou," I insisted, brushing him off, "I think I can handle doing my own job."


"I'll only be gone for an hour. If I'm gone any longer than that, the fan girls tore me to shreds and you'll need to find yourself a new stylist."

"Alright, but we're coming with you." he concurred, motioning toward himself and Niall, "We'll protect our girl."

"I'm only going to the dry cleaner"s!" I exclaimed, exasperated, "I will be fine. Stay here. I'll take Chauncey with me. It's all good guys."

"You're full of it," Niall murmured, blocking the door so I couldn't get through. I knew how this was going to play out. @#$% their protectiveness, "We're going."

"Besides, our adoring fans will go easier on you if they get a look at this." Louis joked, motioning dramatically to himself.

I rolled my eyes. My argument was invalid. Niall finally let me pass with a dramatic bow. I linked arms with both of them and as we walked to the elevator, "You know I love you guys, right?" I asked, as the door opened and we were swamped by the fan girls and the photographers, "Oh my God." I mumbled. There were more than ever before and they were physically pushing the three of us back into the elevator. We literally could not even move!

"Just hold onto me." Louis whispered in my ear. I took hold of his forearm in a death grip, looping my free arm through Niall's. Together we managed to break through the massive crowd and fight our way onto the street, "Now, do you want to wait for Chauncey?" Louis asked, watching as the mass of photographers began advancing on us. These people were crazy. Did they have no sense of modesty? Or personal space for that matter? I literally had photographers within inches of me, and to say it was awkward would be an understatement.

"No, I'm good." I mumbled, feeling pretty riled up. I could feel Niall tensing up beside me as well. They'd seen what these crowds could do. Nothing good, I can assure you.

"Alright, then. RUN!" Louis called, and we turned, dashing down the street. It really was like something out of a movie. We dodged in between cars and flew from alley to alley, the paparazzi keeping on our tails the entire time. Finally, the sign for McKinley's Dry Cleaning popped up in the distance, and we made a beeline for it.

Niall just barely managed to lock the door behind himself as the photographers caught up, smashing against the windows, trying to get photos of the three of us. We tried our best to keep from doubling over in laughter. I was finding it hard to breathe to begin with, seeing as we had run the entire way here, but I couldn't keep from letting loose with a little giggle, which eventually turned into a full-out cackle.

"That- was so- much- fun!" I cackled, leaning against the counter for support.

"Can I help you?" the female employee asked, before stopping in her tracks, all color fading from her face, "Oh my God. You're One Direction." she muttered.

"Two-fifths of them anyway." Louis said, trying to recompose himself.

"Um- I'm here to pick up. It should be under Porter."

"Oh my God. You're One Direction." she mumbled again, frozen to the spot where she stood. The girl looked a bit to old to be fan girling over Louis Tomlinson and Niall Horan. She had to be at least twenty-five!

"Would you like a picture, Love?" Louis asked, and she nodded, as if in a trance, pulling out her phone, "Do you mind, Shelbie?" he asked, handing me the girl's phone.

Within the time it took us to get our dry cleaning most of the reporters had disappeared and ones who stuck around were more interested in the boys than me. Exactly the way it should be, "So, do you want to give these reporters a shock?" Louis asked.

I shot him a look. This could not be good. When I turned to Niall he didn't seem to have a clue what his mate was talking about either. Louis excitedly took my wrist, dragging me to the very edge of the sidewalk, before whispering something to Niall, which made him break into a grin, "What are you two doing?" I asked nervously. I was fairly certain that if they were keeping it from me they knew I would either be shocked or infuriated when they were done.

"All you have to do, is look anew,
Then you'll understand."

I face dropped as Louis began to sing and heads began to turn. I could not believe the two of them were about to do this. I looked to Niall to get me out of this, but of course, he wasn't giving in so easily. He gave a devilish grin before taking my hand and dragging me down the street, continuing the song where Louis left off.

"Well, it's a jolly holiday with Shelbie,
Shelbie makes your heart so light"

"Oh my God." I gasped. They were really going to sing Mary Poppins, then. I wished at that precise moment that a hole would open in the earth and swallow me alive. We were prancing down the middle of the street, spontaneously bursting into song, after all. I'm sure the reporters would get a hoot out of this. Louis picked up where Niall left off, and I couldn't help but think that his voice was perfect for the song. He really did belong on Broadway. He had such a unique voice.

"When the day is grey and ordinary,
Shelbie makes the sun shine bright,
Happiness is blooming all around her,
The daffodils are smiling at the dove,
When Shelbie holds your hand,
You feel so grand,
Your hearts starts beating like a big brass band"

"Louis, you've got enough brass for all of us." I chuckled, reciting the line verbatim from the musical. How they seemed to remember that this was my favorite Julie Andrews piece (she is a visionary) of all time, I would never understand. I only recall ever saying it one time in passing. How they managed to pop off with the most perfect diction and vocality were beyond me as well.

With that, we continued on back to the hotel, Louis belting out a line to the song every once in a while.

Even if my reputation was slowly being pummeled into the ground, I was definitely loving this gig.

Our adoring fans will go easier on you, he said. We'll protect our girl, he said.

"You have got to be kidding me," I grumbled, looking at the headline of the evening post. NIALL HORAN; OVER PROTECTIVE OR ROCKSTAR RUDE? I stared at the paper in disbelief. The largest photo on the page was of Niall furiously trying to lock the door to the dry cleaner's with both me and Louis puttering about behind him, "Niall, I am so sorry." I gasped, the shock still setting in.

He on the other hand, couldn't have looked more chill, "Shelbie Lorraine," he used my full name, making me blush. I hate my full name with a passion, "We get bad publicity everywhere we go. This is not your fault."

"If I didn't force you two to come with me to get the dry cleaning-"

"I'm sorry," Louis interrupted, a smirk across his lips, "were you momentarily possessed by something? We had to practically beg you to let us go. You didn't force us. If anything it is our fault. Which is fine, because we do not care about the bad publicity. It's just a part of the gig."

"Harry sure seems to think differently." I muttered, causing both of the boys to burst into laughter.

"Have you honestly been paying attention to anything that little asswipe has been telling you?" Louis cackled, "He takes the band way to seriously. It's friends first. Always has been. Always will be."

"So, you'd consider me a ... friend?" I asked.

"Well, obviously. I figured that bursting into song on your behalf would pretty much reassure you of that."

"So, as my friends," I knew this was going to be a touchy subject, but it was going to have to come up eventually. It may as well have been then, as the three of us sat around the single bed in Louis' room inhaling pizza, "would one of you mind explaining what the deal is with Liam? One day we were friends and the next, he refuses to even be in the same room as me. What's the deal?"

The two boys exchanged a look before Niall proceeded. I had worked that out to mean whatever he was going to say I wasn't going to like. Between him and Louis he was the more serious of the two, so he would often break any bad news that seemed to come up, "His girlfriend saw the paper. She got pretty @#$%, so he's tried to stay away from you, just in case there happens to be a rogue reporter around to film you two together."

"He isn't angry at me, though, is he?" I don't know why it irked me so. It had been nearly an entire week since the drinking incident and I hadn't heard a word from anyone on the matter.

"No, he's not mad at you." Niall assured.

After I was reassured, the awkward silence commenced. Only a few seconds passed though, before Louis jumped up to toss a couple of beers our way, "We need to get a buzz going. We're going out tonight."

Whatever he had planned, Niall clearly wasn't in on, as he was the first to ask, "Where are we going?"

"We are going to take our lovely Shelbie out for a night of partying. We're going to the Irish Pub down the way and-"

"I resent that." Niall interrupted, just for the sake of interrupting.

Louis didn't miss a beat before continuing, "get totally wasted. And then we're going to go to the twenty-one and under club and dance like only we can." I knew what that meant. Showing off their non-existent "skills" on the dance floor. Of course I had to wonder, why the heck did they have twenty-one and under clubs in the UK if you were allowed to drink after the age of eighteen? Wouldn't that just be considered a creepy pick-up scene?

"I don't know about that, Lou. Don't you recall what happened the last time I went out drinking with you lot?" I accused wearily.

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun!" Niall whined, going down on his knees and begging at my feet.

"We can go, but at least one of us has to stay somewhat sober."

"Babe, you want sober, you go partying with Harry and Liam. We are going to get so snockered, we won't even remember our own names!"

I don't get how that could sound appealing to someone. It would give me an excuse to go out for a reason other than work though. I shouldn't do it. But it would be fun to go, at least to go dancing if nothing else.

"Fine." I agreed, after running a short monologue of pros and cons through my head.

Louis' face lit up in excitement. I loved to see him so excited. It made him look like he was twelve years old, really. The youthfulness really fit him. Come to think of it, he was rather cute anyway.

What the hell was I doing? I had caught myself thinking these same things about Liam a week ago and look at how amazingly that turned out! Eleanor was a friend of mine! I wasn't supposed to be thinking things like that about friend's boyfriends! That was just so...I'm just a...This was just a really fucked up situation.

I was still just one of the boys to Louis and Niall, though. And I was going to let it go on like that for as long as possible. I wouldn't want it any other way.
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