Words From The Arrow

If my callers ask me how to make One Direction love them one more time, I'll shoot myself with my own arrow. I'm Sparrow, otherwise known as DJ Arrow. I give love advice on my radio show. It's what I'm best at. And I've been shooting people in the ass with arrows to "help" them fall in love. I make people speak from their heart. I'm Cupid's daughter. But guess who ends up falling in love?


1. Great, Just Great.

Sparrow's POV

"You're on with DJ Arrow! Say what's in your heart." I said to my caller. "HOW DO I GET ONE DIRECTION TO LOVE ME?" Ugh. Not again "Uh..." I hesitated. "Just be yourself and maybe they'll notice you." "ERMAGERD ARROW YOU'RE THE BEST!" She screamed into the phone, making my headset rattle. "Uh thanks. Later lover!" I said, hanging up. I checked the time. 11:57. Time to wrap up. "OK lovebirds! This is gonna be the last song of the night. Get ready for..." What the ACTUAL heck? "1D's new single, Kiss You." I finished the line, trying to stay perky. I pointed to Ryan, my sound guy, queuing him to play the track. After the light went off, signaling that I was no longer on air, I banged my headset down on the table. "Hey, hey, hey. Watch it. That's expensive." Ryan said. "I know, sorry." I mumbled. Ryan came and kneeled down beside me. I buried my face in my red palms. "Hey," he said, "what's wrong?" I sighed and shook my head. "Two words. One Direction." He looked shocked. "One Direction?!?! I thought you loved those cheeky mofos though!" He said with a British accent. I laughed. "I do, but my callers are going crazy to make me help them make the boys love them. It's absolutely killing me." I explained. "Then tell them not to ask." "But over half of my listeners are Directioners. Daddy would flip if we lost a major percent of the base." Ryan stared at me blankly. "I don't know half of what you just said, but you're right." I scoffed and laughed. "I love it when you laugh. Now let's get some ice cream and watch Twilight!" I looked backed at him. "You said you hated that movie though." "So?" "Your logic is utterly confusing. But, I'm gonna have to take a rain check." He gasped in mock horror. "You'd never rain check on Team Jacob!" He said, dramatically fanning himself. He's stupid. But he's my stupid. I rolled my eyes. "Gotta see my dad." I said walking out. "Ok. I'll take you home." "Ry, you don't have to. I'm good. Later!" I yelled, running out. I tried to hail a cab for what felt like years. It started to rain. Hard. I groaned at my stupidity and kicked a mailbox. A black Range Rover pulled up and stopped in front of me, splashing me on water. The window rolled down to reveal a curly-haired, green eyed boy. "Are you alright?" He asked with a mix of worry and politeness in his husky accent. "Well, I've been standing here for about 30 minutes now and I'm soaked but, besides that, everything's peachy." I said sarcastically. "Come on, let me give you a ride." He said. "Plenty of room for one more." I didn't care that I couldn't think of his name. I got in. "Thanks." "No problem, love." he said. "What's your name?" I asked. "You don't know who I am?" "I'm sorry. You look really familiar I seriously just cannot think right now." He chuckled, showing his dimples. I'd know those dimples from anywhere. No no no no no! Not him! He's one of them! Anyone but him! "I'm Harry. Harry Styles." Great, just great. I thought. I slid down in my seat. This is gonna be a long ride.

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