Camp Direction *Complete*

Amber, Emily, Olivia, Delaney, and Sarah make up the girl band Dangerous. They won their way into a camp for aspiring singers and others in the music business. They are so happy to finally have they dream of possibly becoming a real band come true. There's one thing though, the owners of the camp are the hot new boy band: One Direction. And they fall head over heels for these girls, but the girls have hearts of stone.

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13. Nicknames

The text messages from my friends are all the same; asking me if I'm feeling well. I text them back, 'Yo. I'm fine.' Then to the unknown number. I open it and read it.

'Hey Amber. It's Riley. You okay? I missed you at lunch. Don't forget, the next free day we get to hang out.'

I text back, 'I'm fine. I'd never forget about you.' Then I turn my phone onto silent. Not wanting to be bothered. Ten minutes later, Harry comes back with lunch. He hands me mine and it has everything I asked for. "Thanks Harry."

He sits down next to me, "You're very welcome, love." We eat lunch in silence, and when we finish, Harry takes the plates and trash away. Then we're just sitting there; neither talking. "Amber," Harry speaks up after a bit. "It's a little after one. Do you want me to take you home?"

I look at him, but his eyes are trained on his knees. "Look at me," I decide to say.

He looks up at me with green eyes that look into my soul. "You didn't answer my question," he gives me a cute half smile.

I smile, "If you want to take me." I really don't want to leave; my friends will bombard me with questions. I'd rather not face that just yet.

He stands up, "I'll take the long way."

I stand up and jump into him; wrapping my arms around him. "I thought today was going to suck. I was dead wrong."

He hugs back, "I'm glad to hear that."

I break the hug and grab Harry's hand. Then we walk out of the house. Harry leading the way to a golf cart. We get in. Harry puts his arm around my shoulder; pulling me close. I put my arms around his mid-section. Then we take off. "How do we know where to go tomorrow?"

"You received a letter in the mail that tells you," Harry explains.

"Okay. Curly Whirly."

"Is that my nickname?"

"Um, yes."

"Okay, Buttercup."

I force myself not to tense up. "No boy has ever bothered to give me a nickname."

"I'm different. I care."

I feel my face heat up, "I can tell."

"Um, I don't want to sound pushy. But do you think we'll ever be more than whatever this is? What we've done."

"Maybe, give me two weeks."

"Only two weeks? Sounds good."

"What do you think will happen with my band mates and yours?"

"Love is already blooming. Might take a while."

"Oh, it'll take a while. We've all closed up our hearts. Afraid of being broken. We have hearts of stone."

"We'll protect you, but we'll take our time." The rest of the drive is silent. With the only sound being the tires on the pavement. I almost fall asleep. I want to fall asleep; maybe he would've taken me back to his house. But we get to my house before I can slip into dreamland. "Buttercup, we're here."

I open my eyes and groan, "See you tomorrow then."

"I'll miss you 'till then."

I get out of the cart and walk to my walkway. Turning around to say, "Can't wait to see ya', Curly Whirly," I give him a smile.

"Bye Buttercup," he laughs and then drives away.

I sigh happily, and walk to my front door. Then I open it and walk in. "I'm home band mates!"

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