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.


16. Texting Curly Whiry

*End Of Work*

Today was a very productive day. We picked out a song and figured out who would sing what. Tried to control our laughter. Right now my band mates are talking to Mix It Up. Trying to figure out what song they're singing. Harry's band mates are talking to BYE. As for Harry and I, we're talking to each other. "Hey love, I realized that I don't have your phone number," Harry gives me a cheeky.

I tense up, but only for a few seconds. "Do you have a pen?"

He takes a pen out of his pocket, "Always."

I take it then grab his hand. Palm up, and sprawl my number on his palm. "There you go," I hand him his pen back."

"Thanks, Buttercup," he smiles again. Those dimples, ugh!

"How could I have said no?"

"Many different ways. But I'm glad you didn't." Another smile. Are you serious?

"I'm glad too," I smile.

"I love you smile."

"Thanks Curly Whirly."

"You're welcome, Buttercup." Ugh, why does he have to be so sweet?

*Back Home*

I'm lying in bed; just thinking. Trying to make a huge decision. Screw just letting what happens happen. I'm falling for Harry, and it's been, what, three! My heart is vulnerable when I'm around him. I'm weakening. All the other girls are staying strong. I, however, am not. Ugh!

My phone interrupts my train of thought. Its ring doesn't make it past the first 'ding'. I've got the reflexives of a ninja. Fingers flying, I unlock it and go to text messages. The test message is from an unknown number. Harry? My heart quickens, and I click on the text. 'Hey Buttercup. What's up?'

A huge smile spreads across my face. 'Hey Curly Whirly. Not much. You?'

"Just thinking of you. Why aren't you hanging with your band mates?'

'They're watching a movie I've already seen. And I needed some time alone.'

'You could have come over to my house. It's boring here.'

'Maybe next time. Where are your band mates?'

'Out doing who knows what. When's next time?'

'You'll find out when I tell you.'

'Whatever you say, Buttercup.'

'Hey, I can hear my friends making their way back to the room. Text you later, Curly Whirly.'

'Good night, Buttercup. ;)'

'Good night, Harry.'

I put my phone by my side just as my band mates walk into the room. "How was the movie?"

"Good," Sarah says.

"That's good." They all get into their beds. Olivia shutting off the lights before hopping into bed.

It's really quiet; something I hate. So I pull headphones out from under my pillow. Put them into my ears and plug them into my phone. Then, on my phone, I go to music and choose a song. 'Mr. Boombastic' to be exact. I slip off into dreamland thinking of Harry. 

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