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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17. Time To Sing!

*The Next Day-After Breakfast*

I'm driving my band to a different building than yesterday. I wonder what kind of building. Probably like a recording studio of some sort, so we can actually sing.

After ten minutes, I pull into the driveway of the building. Everyone piles out and rushes inside. Emily, Delaney, and I with our guitar/bass cases slung over our shoulders. Inside the boys are standing in a line waiting for us. "Girls!" they say together. Then walk over and give us all hugs. I'm glad we were the first ones here. I'm pretty sure they wouldn't have hugged us in the presence of the other bands. Harry hugs me last, and as he pulls away he plants a kiss on my cheek. Whispering in my ear, "I missed you, Buttercup."

I can't say anything back; my mouth won't open. I just stand there; my face red hot.

"Okay girls," Louis says. "If you'll follow me and Harry, we'll take you to your room." My band mates and I nod, and then start following Louis.

For once, I'm at the back of the pack. Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me back to be with him. His hand still in mine. "I like your bass case."

"Thanks," I adjust the strap with my right hand. Taking pressure off my shoulder.

"Hello Kitty's really cool."

I blush; my case is blue with a ton of Hello Kitty stickers. "I know. My bass is black with a huge Hello Kitty sticker on it."

"That's awesome." We walk the rest of the way in silence. When we got to the room, Harry lets go of my hand and opens the door. We walk in and our met by five pairs of eyes. Our-you-serious eyes.

"Sorry for making you wait," I say. Then sit down on the only empty couch. Harry sits down next to me.

"It was my fault. I wanted to talk to Amber. I'm sorry."

Everyone's eyes soften. "It's fine," Louis says. "We really weren't waiting that long."

"Well then. Let's start singing," I say.

*Lunch*

We're eating lunch in our room. It's awesome. As for singing, Louis and Harry love our voices. They also love that we all can play an instrument. Harry and I finished eating a bit ago and are waiting quietly. That is, until he whispers in my ear, "Buttercup, I want to talk to you." I nod, not making an effort to move. "Outside," he grabs my hand. We both stand up.

"Where are you two going?" Louis asks.

"I just want to have a word with Amber," Harry answers for us.

"Oh, okay," Louis shrugs and goes back to eating.

Harry and I walk out of the room. He lets go of my hand and closes the door. I go to the other side of the hallway and lean against the wall. Crossing my arms. Harry looks at me. His face is calm; his eyes staring at me, and I can tell he's deep in thought. Deep in thought about me. "Curly Whirly," I say.

He snaps out of his trance, "Sorry, Buttercup. I got lost in your eyes."

My face heats up and my head falls down. All I see is my shoes and the carpet. "T, thanks."

"Love?" Harry's shoes come into view. A long, thin, boney finger goes under my chin. Then pushes my head up. My blue eyes meet Harry's green ones. Curious, I look to the sides. Left: empty. Right: Harry's big hand is pressed against the wall; fingers spread apart. "Rushing? I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine."

He smiles, "Okay."

"What did you want to talk about?"

"Tonight. I'll text you when I'm coming to get you."

"When will that be?"

"After it gets dark."

"So, kind of late?"

"Pretty much."

"Are you taking my home after we swim?"

I though you could come home with me."

I tense a tad, "Oh, okay."

He smiles, "Good." Without thinking, my hand goes up, and with my pointer finger, I touch his dimple. Causing him to smile even more. "You're cute, Buttercup."

My hand falls to my side, "Same to you, Curly Whirly," I smile.

"I love the effect I have on you."

My face heats up, "What effect?"

"When your face heats up. Or when you do small, cute, random things. I love it. And I'm getting you to open up more. Not that you haven't opened up a lot already."

"You have no effect on me."

"But I do. You just don't want to admit it."

"Shush."

He laughs, that sexy laugh that I'm starting to fall in love with. "Let's go back to the room." I nod. Then Harry grabs my face with one of his big hands. He then swiftly plants a kiss on my forehead. Then he turns around. I grab his hand, and we walk back into the room.

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