Insecure: The Living Games

Ashley Page is just one of the other million insecure teenage girls. When she goes to a One Direction concert with her best friend Jo, she's spotted in the crowd by Liam Payne and Louis Tomlinson. Who will she pick? There's only one way for her to pick, through The Living Games.

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10. A Good Person

Ashley's P.O.V

Wednesday Afternoon

"Oh my god. Ashley did you just see that?!" Niall yells jumping out of his seat.

"Yeah, he just missed a wide open goal!" I yell, staying seated, I don't even want to look at this anymore. This is like the fourth time the same guy has missed a perfectly open and easy goal. Turns out I like soccer.

"I can't even believe that," Louis sighs, "Even Harry and Zayn could've made that goal," slouching back in the chair. Jo says nothing, staring at Niall who is too focused on the game to even notice. She never liked sports as much as me.

I pull out my phone, I see Louis peek at my phone real quick. Then he refocuses on the game. I text Jo.

A-What you thinking?

I watch her continue to stare at Niall, then she flinches out of her daze when her phone vibrates in her pocket. She looks at the phone, glances at me, and then looks back at me.

J- I don't really even know

A- that makes no sense J

A- you're telling me that you don't know what you're thinking

J- I know it doesn't

J- I don't even make sense

A- true

A- you like him better don't you???

J- I wouldn't say that exactly

J- they balance each other out it's so hard to even think of picking one over the other

A- I'm having trouble picking too

A- they're all great guys that's the problem

Niall laughs after Louis makes fun of how one of the players run. Louis said he looks like a wounded deer wearing high heels.

J- shizz like that makes it hard for me to pick

J- his laugh is so adorable, loud but so adorable

A- Liam is so sweet and kind but Louis is more of a thrill

J- Harry's the Louis and Niall is Liam

J- but which is more important personality or the thrill of being with them

A- it's Obama's fault

J- you always say that and I really wish it was right now it'd make me feel better

J- hating Obama right now for no good reason

A- haha well I'm gonna watch the game now

J- ugh how do even like this stuff

J- why are they all chasing the ball I can barely see it from here why doesn't someone let someone else get it instead of running halfway across the field

A- idk why but it's so entertaining to me

J- well you have fun

A- thanks try to watch the game instead of Niall

For a few minutes, Jo tries to watch the game her eyes squinted cause she can't see the ball then eventually ends up staring at Niall again. I roll my eyes and let her look crazy. Louis, Niall, and I watch the game at the edge of our seats. Our favorite team down by one with five minutes left in the game. By three minutes they got another goal, one more and they win. By one minute Niall has to pee, but he doesn't wanna miss something, so he's jumping around in his chair like a maniac. And finally, at 30 seconds left in the game, our favorite team pills off this brilliant play and the same guy that missed like five goals, scores the winning goal. We all walk to the car, Niall already there since he ran to pee. Louis drives Niall and Jo to his house, Jo trying to not look so excited as she walks in the house held in Niall's arms.

"So you wanna come over to my place and play video games?" Louis asks putting the car in reverse. I bite my lip, I really want to go, but I can't. I have work in the morning, I have to wake up early. If I find myself crashing at Lou's I'll be late.

"I won't almost rape you this time," he laughs looking in the rear view mirror backing up, his cheeks red. I giggle, I don't know why, that's supposed to feel really awkward. But it only felt a little awkward, so little it was easily ignorable.

"No, it's not that. I have work tomorrow morning," I sigh.

"It's not a slumber party, Ashley," he laughs, "just some video games." He puts the car in park just outside of the driveway.

"Yeah, I know, but I don't have a ride home," I say.

"Ahh, I see," he nods, "I'll give you a ride home when you feel you need to get going."

"You sure? I don't wanna be a bother or anything," I say, he starts to slowly drive.

"Positive," he says.

"Well, okay," I shrug.

"So my place?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Yup," I say quickly, nodding.

"We're going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship," he sings. If you don't know, that's the theme song to The Little Einstein's. You know the little kids' TV show. I'm looking at the 22 year old little kid named Louis Tomlinson that knows the Little Einstein's theme song. It's catchy though, I must admit.

"Oh wow," I laugh, "How old are you again?"

"22 going on 12," he says.

"I don't know about me, but you're feeling 22!!" I yell. Louis stiffens up and refocus on the road like he didn't hear what I just said.

"You're not a fan?" I ask him sarcastically.

"Well…uuhhh… I wouldn't consider her a role model,"he shrugs. I laugh even more, to the point where it starts to hurt.

"Yeah, me either," I say blankly, looking out the window, "just wanted to see what you would say."

"Whys that?" He asks quickly, giving me hard look. I crunch my eyebrows together.

"Just for a laugh," I say defensively.

"I thought you were an undercover pap or something," he says, slightly embarrassed.

"They do that much to get a story?" I ask, not too surprised. They get paid more for good stories, why not?

"Yeah," he sighs, "it gets a bit scary, you know? Not knowing if someone likes me for me and not my job and it's money or even worse, just looking for a story. Sometimes I wish I could just stop myself from going on The X Factor. I question being a member of One Direction sometimes, but that feeling I get on stage and when I see the fans is to die for."

"I know what you mean, but I bet it's just…" I say, but can't find the right words.

"I get it," he says, "it's Better Than Words. That's how it was for me about four years ago. Only four years and look Where We Are now, the Where We Are WORLD TOUR in only a few months. A world tour after four years in only major stadiums, Wembley stadium. I can't wait for that one. I was playing football with the lads there a year ago and now I'm gonna perform there with them, with my best bros."

"I can't believe it either," I say, feels almost making me cry. Just to directly hear him say this straight to my face is too much.

"How about you? Even wanted to be famous?" Louis asks me.

"I just want to be famous to put a smile on people's faces, maybe even change the world or save it with my music. Save a life with my music," I say, "I have stage freight so, it might not work anyway. I always dreamed of going on the X Factor ever since One Direction got mind blowingly famous because of it." Louis laughs, probably at the last sentence. One of those 'I can't believe it' laughs.

"You're a good person," he says, glancing at me.

"Well, thanks," I laugh as he pulls in the driveway, then stops. We both get out the car, Louis opens the door and we walk in. I instinctively jump on my usual side of the couch and sit in my normal position. Louis goes to the kitchen.

"Would you like some Ritz?" He asks me, his voice slightly echoing in the house. Even the echo has an accent.

"Sure, I love Ritz," I say, turning my neck over the couch to see him, "Most people don't like Ritz, but I like 'em. They're healthier than potato chips." He jumps on the couch inches away from me, then places the box between us.

"Same here," he says, grabbing a handful of crackers, "Let's play…Madden." He throws a cracker and chews as he puts the disc in the XBox.

"Good, I hate Play Station," I say and he nods.

"Same here," he says, "you know most people would want to be famous for the fame or money or girls or something like that. The things that you said are like perks to them. You're a good person, seriously Ash. Don't forget that."

"Thanks, but which do you like better, fame and money and girls or saving girls' lives with music?" I ask him as the game loads.

"I don't know," he says, "I can never really agree with myself. Putting a smile on people's faces and saving lives and traveling around the world with my four bros is awesome, but being rich isn't so bad, you know. But if I had to choose, I just would say what I just said, most likely. Interviewers don't ask deep questions like that."

"I can't even imagine what it's like to go out with cameras watching my every move," I say.

"You'll know soon enough," he says as we pick our teams, I pick the Steelers and he picks the Packers. I would love to crush the Packers, I hate the Packers.

"What do you mean?" I ask, as the game loads up.

"Well, you're kinda da-," he pauses, realizing dating any the right word, "you're INVOLVED with two members of One Direction. You probably know what kind story line they'll get out of that. It's how they get paid." He puts emphasis on involved. I sigh.

"Oh well," I sigh, shrugging my shoulders, "at least I get to the Packers."

"We'll see about that," he says.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wednesday Night

"Night, Lou," I say, then lean over to his face, but he bends down, then acts like he hands me something. I crunch my nose.

"They're watching," he says, then gestures behind me toward the bushes. I turn around and look, acting like I'm opening the door. I see them, but barely.

"Wow, Lou," I laugh, "text me when you want to hang out again."

"Alright. Night Ashley," he says. I get out the car and jog into the building, trying to stay warm before I freeze up outside. I go to my apartment and jump face first on the couch.

I had fun. I learned that I liked soccer. I hung out with Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, and my bestest of all friends, Jo. It was a pretty good day. Jo's probably still at Niall's. Mmhmm. I really wanted her to sleep over tonight, maybe tomorrow then, I guess. I beat Louis on the second game we played after I got used to the controls as expected, the first game he won, by one game winning field goal at the end that broke the tie. By the middle of the third quarter I got a majority of the controls down and caught up. We watched an hour of Spongebob through dinner, then he drove me home like he promised. A really good day, there's another one to conquer tomorrow.

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