The Husband Games

Every girl has dreamed of someday meeting One Direction, and having at least one of the band members fall in love with them. In all reality, it'll probably never happen.
One Direction's management has created a competition in hopes of making up for all of the 'wrongdoings' they have done in the boys' careers, and gaining support from Directioners everywhere.
It's called the Husband Games.
Ever since all of the boys have broken up with their girlfriends, they've been increasingly lonely, and it's taking its toll on their performances. Modest will accept twenty female applicants to attend a two month program that will shape them into ideal girlfriends-- and possible wives-- for the boys.
It all comes down to a final elimination at the end of the two month period, where the guys will select the girls of their dreams.
Who will it be?
And may the odds be ever in your favour.


7. Names

"Annalie Davine," a thin young lady holding a clipboard called out my name from a doorway down the hall of the strange building. I stood from my seat next to the other restless girls waiting their turn to meet up with each of the boys. The lady signaled me into a doorway. 

I followed her directory into a small, square room with a simple armchair facing five others, sat in a row-- which I assumed were for the guys. I took my seat and fiddled with my fingers as the lady went to get them from a different room. Within minutes, all five of them filed into the room, taking a seat in the vacant five chairs.

"Hello," the one with short-cropped brown hair said. "What's your name?"

"Annalie," I replied. "Annalie Devine."

"Nice name," the blonde one mentioned to the other boys.

"Thanks," I half-smiled.

"I'm Liam," the one with short hair said. "This is Niall, Louis, Zayn, and Harry."

He gestured towards each of the guys. It was at that moment when I matched face with name from last night's dream. They each looked exactly how I had imagined them-- minus the sinister smirks. Gaunt features replaced the smirks. They all looked mournful and worn down.

"Why don't you tell us a little about yourself," Liam said. He seemed to be the one who did all the talking. 

"Well, there isn't much to tell," I shrugged. 

"Anything is fine," he replied.

"Er, I'm from Miami," I began. "I'm eighteen. I play soccer-- excuse me: football..."

"Oooh," Niall, the blonde, nudged Louis, the one with dark slicked-up hair. "Sounds like a challenge."

"Actually, it wasn't," I chuckled. "It's been a few weeks since I last practiced."

"So?" Niall laughed. "You. Me. Football field. Twelve o'clock sharp."

"It's a date," I nodded once in sarcastic conformation, then burst into a little laughing fit.

"Do you play any instruments?" Zayn, the one with tousled hair asked quietly. He seemed to be the most affected-- eyes reddened and baggy.

"The ukulele," I recalled playing at my tenth grade talent show. "But I'm not very good at it."

"Nice," Niall snickered. He seemed to be the only one taking things pretty lightly. 

"What's most important to you in a relationship?" Louis asked, not making eye contact, but just staring at the wall behind me.

"Well, er," I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "I've never actually... been in one."

"A relationship?" he asked. 

I nodded-- totally embarrassed, "Mmm."

"Oh," he raised his eyebrows. "Well, that means you're clean of heart-break, that's all."

"I guess," I shrugged and watched the sadness in his eyes drift to the floor. I remembered Britta telling me about how his breakup was horrible-- figuring out that Eleanor had cheated on him. I couldn't help but feel bad for him.

I looked down the row of five, looking for whoever hadn't said a word yet and matching names to faces. Liam introduced me. Niall talked the most. Zayn asked about instruments. Louis asked about relationships... 

When my eyes landed on the curly-haired boy, I immediately thought of his name. Harry. His sad green eyes skirted around the room, eventually landing on me. Our eyes locked, not moving away for several seconds... just staying there. I gulped, wanting to look away, but I couldn't. His sadness hurt me, too. It was like he begged me to save him from his misery, but I couldn't. 

I noticed him scanning me up and down-- like in my dream -- except it was more of my face he was looking at. At one point his firm-set lips curved into a small smile. 

"Do you want to ask anything, Harry?" Liam asked, glancing over at him. He simply shook his head, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms. "Well, alright, then. Thank you for your time, Annalie."

"Thank you," I said quietly, looking away from Harry. They each stood and left the room, Harry being the last. Right before he walked out the doorway, I noticed him glance back at me and whisper something to himself.

Well, that was weird. I wondered if he was that quiet for the other girls, too. 

I was able to leave to where the other girls were waiting. They each crowded around me, breathlessly begging to know what it was like. I shook them off, exiting the building as quick as possible. Britta had already gone, and she was slouched against the outer wall, on her phone.

"How'd it go?" she asked, looking up from her phone.

"It was okay," 

"Well, who do you like?"

"It's hard to say yet," I took a deep breath. "But then again, it's their choice, not ours."

"I like Harry," she gazed off dreamily, holding her own hand. 

"Can I ask you something?" I interrupted her fantasy.

"Sure," she shrugged.

"Did he... talk at all during your session?" 

"Yeah, of course," she knit her brow. "Why?"

I shook my head, "No reason."

"I think we're heading back to Marble Manor soon, so we should probably get a good seat on the bus," she nodded towards the charter bus we'd rode over in. I nodded in agreement, following her to board.


When we got back, I immediately went to Dakota to see how her session went. As I passed Adrienne's  bed, she had a small swarm of girls (who I officially established the name 'The Preps' to) around her. They asked her eagerly, "Harry said what!?" and, "What did they say!?" 

I tried my best to ignore what she said next, but it was too loud and clear.

"He said I was beautiful," Adrienne beamed.

I paused in my footsteps, glanced back at her, and grudgingly moved on. Maybe he just didn't like me. He obviously talked to everyone else... I just didn't understand.

"How did yours go?" I asked Dakota. She just seemed to be my comfort source at the time.

"Eh," she shrugged, making a so-so face. 

"Anyone appeal to you?" I took a seat next to her.


"Tell me!" I begged excitedly. I wasn't one to get excited about boys, but Dakota didn't seem like it either. When she actually admits that she likes someone, it must be important.

She adjusted her beanie on her head and huffed, "Niall."

"No way!" I clapped my hands. "Tell me what happened! All of it!"

Oh, great. Now I'm acting like Britta.

"Well, we kinda talked the whole time," she mumbled. "The other boys didn't get a chance to talk besides telling me their names."

"Do you think he likes you?" 

"I can't tell," she frowned. "I heard that in a few days, we get to be with them again. But this time, we actually do something."

"Where'd you hear that?"


"Are you cool with her?" I glanced over at her growing swarm.

"I mean, I guess," she shrugged. "I don't really care who I'm cool with."

"Oh," I looked down at my knees. "She just seems a little..."

"Stuck up? Snobby? Preppy?"

"Precisely," I laughed. "What about the Yvette girl? I always see her alone."

Dakota shrugged, braiding a small piece of her hair.

"Should we go talk to her?" I jutted a thumb towards Yvette, sitting on her bunk watching everyone. She seemed to have a permanent scowl on her face. It kind of made me wonder how her session went-- if the boys got her to talk at all. And what about Theadora? I wonder if she talked at all, either.

"If you want to," Dakota replied. 

"Let's go," I stood and walked over to Yvette. 

She didn't seem interested in talking, but I made my best efforts anyways.

"Hey," I smiled warmly. "How did your session go?"

She just stared at me-- her green eyes cold. After about two minutes, she softened up slightly, but not by much, "Fine."

"Oh, that's good," I glanced at Dakota for assistance.

"Did you like anyone?" Dakota managed to come up with something. 

Yvette shook her head slowly.

"Did you get dragged into this?" Dakota asked again, nodding with a frown.

Yvette nodded.

"Same," Dakota and I said in unison, laughing a little. I noticed Yvette smile a little, but it wasn't by much. 

I made it a goal to get her to talk to us sooner or later. Even though she was quiet, she was deadly-- exactly like Theadora. And I was sure she'd go far in the competition.


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