Just A Game

Paige Madison is one of the most popular models in all of England. And Louis Tomlinson is apart of one of the biggest boy bands in the entire world. Opposites attract, but are these two meant to be when they are forced to be together? Or will they find a way out? They have no interest in each other, so why should they be a couple, right? But if they call it off, fame just might destroy their careers.... But who knows?

Now it's your job to find out! xoxo :)


1. 1-Paige

"That's a wrap, love." My agent, Dell, said after finally finishing my photo shoot. He slapped a slobbery kiss on my cheek and patted my bum before scurrying off to the nearest exit. I tried my hardest to take my dress off without tearing it, and after awhile, I got so frustrated that I had to yell for help. One of the female stylists kindly assisted me. I thanked her with a sigh and changed into my black leggings and red peak coat. I touched up my hair and makeup before strutting out of my dressing room. The workers at the studio waved goodbye as I made my way to my limo. A large crowd of paparazzi swarmed around me. Damn, I thought, realizing that I should have gone the back way. I stumbled through them until I reached the driver, who had been politely holding the door open for me. The ends of my mouth curled into a simper and I shyly bowed my head. The driver guided me into the limo and shut the door. 


The life I live is a dream to most girls, but in reality, it's not so great. I'm Paige Madison, and I've been modelling since I was 6 years old. I'm pretty much the most famous model in all of England. My life is cool, I get what I want and my job is something that I love. Although, the cameras, and the attention, and working 6 days a week can get quite irritating. But you know, I try not to complain out loud. Its not like my parents will listen to me anyway. 


There was a man in the limo. I didn't recognize him until he began to speak. "Hello, Miss Madison." Mr. Gregory, my boss. His face became clearer in my mind as I started to remember the memory of the last time I'd seen him a full year ago. The dark hair, the scratchy beard, and the boring grey suits that were always too big for his scrawny figure. 

"Good afternoon, Mr. Gregory." 

"It's Dr. Gregory now." 

"Okay," I responded, completely puzzled. "DR. Gregory." He grinned at me, probably wondering why I didn't ask for an explanation about the doctor thing. I honestly didn't care. 

"I have a very important subject to talk to you about, dear." He raised his eyebrows, for my permission to keep going. I nodded. "Have you heard of the famous boy band, One Direction?" I rolled my eyes as he took out a picture of them from his leather brief case. 

"The band that desperate little girls throw themselves at? Longing for them to notice them at any cost? Yes. I know."

"Louis Tomlinson, this one here." he said, pointing to a specific boy on the picture. I squinted to get a better look at him, and nodded again. "You see, I think it's time for you to have your first celebrity boyfriend." My mouth dropped open at his words.

"What is that supposed to mean?" i asked, throwing in a little piece of attitude. 

"You two are officially the next big thing. The relationship that everyone will want to know about. Be prepared, sweetheart."

"What? No! Ew... Ick no Mr.-ergh, Dr. Gregory. I've never even met him!"

"You'll meet him tomorrow at 6 during the get-together I'll be having at my mansion. Your attire is already set for you in you're bedroom. I spoke with your father."


"He doesn't think its such a bad idea, actually." 

"And how does the other guy feel about this?" I asked with an irritated tone. 

"Louis? Oh he's discussing it right now with his manager." I crossed my arms across my chest and puffed out a sigh. 


I can't date him. He's a stranger. I don't know him! He could be a complete creepo. Ew.

Or... Maybe he's a nice guy. He could even be cute. Really cute. Or ugly. You saw his picture, it was right there in front of you. Was he cute? I don't remember. I think he was. No, ew, Paige. Stop. Stop it. 

Well... Lets see how it goes.

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