Maggie's BOYS

"Starting over is easy.....said no one....ever!"

Follow me... as I embark on a new, crazy and utterly insane road to self-discovery as a MENTOR/HANDLER/TBD for the super group One Direction. Be there as I forge relationships with these five young men, learn who I bond with and who I don’t. Heart strings are pulled, buttons are pushed, and lines are crossed. Is this the excitement and adventure that I had in mind or am I on a journey that is destined for disaster.


19. BabyCakes and TinkerBelle



~~~Harry’s POV~~~


“Where the hell is she?” I say out loud as I look at my watch for like the 100th time.

“Chill out bro.” Niall says as he makes the winning goal. “She’s with Frankie, so I am sure she is fine.”

“Well she needs to be taking it easy, not out running all over town with the King or should I say Queen of NYC.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous, mate.” He says putting down his controller as he attempts to stare me down.

“Uh…I’m not fucking jealous.” I say half laughing, purposely avoiding his eyes.

“You are fucking jealous…I knew it!” He says punching me in the leg.

“Ow, that hurt mother fucker!” I yell, punching him back in the arm. “And no…I am not fucking jealous.”

“Well you’re something,” he says laughing and rubbing his arm. “And…whatever it is, you need to squash it…now.”

“What would make you say that?”

“Dude! Are you fucking kidding me?” His voice almost squeaked as it got louder. “All you’ve done is talk about her since we got back, that and checking your watch every five minutes.”

“Whatever man, think what you want, I am just concerned, that’s all.”

“If you’re that concerned then why don’t you just call her?”

“Because I don’t have her number.” I mumbled.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Because…I don’t have her bloody number!” I say several octaves louder than I probably should have.

“We’ll I’ve got her number if you want it.” He says grinning.

“Why do you have her number?”

“Why do you care?” He asks deliberately refusing to answer my question.

“I don’t care…smartass.”

“You know Harry, I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to hit that, she is a pretty awesome lady. But, don’t you think she’s a little out of your league? I mean she’s older, she’s definitely smarter and she’s way more mature than any of us. Hell she’s even raised a kid, who is only a few years younger than us. I don’t know man, I think I would have to think twice about that one, I’m just sayin.”

I can feel myself growing aggravated with Niall, because I know that right now he is just trying to bait me and I don’t like it. He is only doing it because he thinks that I am hiding something and this is his sneaky way of attempting to get it out of me.

“Do you hear how ridiculous you sound right now, dude? Do you really think that I am dumb enough to get involved with a member of the staff? Especially after that whole Kelly incident.”  Yeah that’s all I need is another Kelly. Good thing Maggie is nothing like her.

“All right bro, if you say so,” He says now pre-occupied by the text he just received. “Hey, Zayn wants to know if you have his Sharknado 4 movie?”

“No I don’t have it, tell him to ask Lou, he had it last time I saw it.”

I stare at the paused game on the TV while my friend is busy texting Zayn back. I am lost in my thoughts thinking about how I am still utterly annoyed by the fact that Niall has Maggie’s number and I don’t.  But I am more pissed at myself for even caring. Why do I care, dammit? She made it perfectly clear that she was not interested in starting anything with me. Yet I can’t help but feel like she is lying to me and to herself. I know for a fact that she was into that kiss just as much as I was, I mean damn, you don’t just kiss someone like the way she kissed me if you’re not into it. Do you? Fuck, I don’t know maybe it is just my ego, but if it is just my ego then why the hell do I feel this way?

“Fuck!” I shout throwing my almost empty bottle of water across the room, just barely missing Niall’s head.

“What the fuck, Harry!”

“Sorry man, I am just aggravated.”

“About what?”

“Nothing important, just stuff.”

“Are you sure this “stuff” doesn’t have anything to do with Maggie?”

“Nah man, it has nothing to do with her.” I lied.


“Oh hell no.”


“Yeah I’m sure, the last I heard that psycho bitch was locked up tight in Maudsley Hospital in South London, I hope the hell she stays there forever.”

“Yeah me too…that chic was craaazzzy, and that’s the last thing you need is more female drama.”

“Isn’t that the truth?” I say putting on my best fake laugh as I cross the room in search of the bottle I just threw. “Yeah I learned my lesson, the hard way with that one.”

I am looking at my watch once more when I hear the latch on the door click, I let out an involuntary sigh as I think…finally.


~~~Maggie’s POV~~~


“Hey guys.” I sigh, secretly rolling my eyes as I set my purse, keycard and sunglasses on the counter.

“MAGGIE!!!!” Niall’s voice booms from across the room.

“NIALL!!!!” I say back trying to mimic his excitement.

My tired mood immediately perks up at the sound of his enthusiasm and I can’t help but smile as I watch him hop over the back of the sofa in order to get to me.

“I am so glad to see that you are finally up and around, you had me a wee bit worried.” He says as he gathers me in for a huge bear hug, practically cutting off my air supply.

“Me too,” I strain to say. “You can let go now.”

“Yeah Niall, let her go.” Harry says from behind him.

“Oh sorry Maggie,” he laughs as he releases me.

“So…where have you been?” Harry asks kind of rudely, with his arms crossed across his chest.

“Um…excuse me?” I shoot back not even bothering to look at him as I pick up a large manila envelope marked “Margot Kincaid - Suite 1555” from the table.

“Your appointment was at 3:00pm and its now…10:17pm.” He says holding out his wrist tapping on his diamond encrusted Rolex. “Since when does it take over seven hours to get a cast cut down, Maggie?”

“Since when do you think that you are entitled to speak to me like this?” I question, my voice purposely mimicking his tone, a technique I picked up with my experience in dealing with Noah.

“I…uh…don’t, I mean I’m not.” He stammers while looking down at his bare feet. “I’m sorry Maggie, can I please start over?”

“That would be a very good idea, Harry.” I say deliberately turning my back away from him. I can feel his eyes follow me as I cross the room taking a seat on the sofa.

“Hi Maggie.” He says sweetly sitting down beside me, leaving only a few inches between us.

“Hi Harry.” I giggle.

“How was your appointment, love?”

“It went very well thank you, and look I can bend my fingers now.” I say holding up my cast.

“That is great, how did you like hanging out with Frankie?”

“Oh…my…God! I absolutely love, love, love him.”

“Good, most people do.” He says laughing. “He is definitely one of a kind.”

“That he is.” I agree. “So Niall, how are you, Tinkerbelle?” I say watching as he flops down in the oversized chair. Tinkerbelle? Why did I just call him that? I have never called anyone that in my life.

“I’m doing great, Babycakes.” He chuckled.

Tinkerbelle? Babycakes? Alrighty then.

“That is good.” I muster while attempting to pull my sneakers off. I let out a curse when I find this simple task to be quite difficult.

“Here, let me help you.” Harry says leaving his spot on the sofa crouching in front of me.  At first I am a little hesitant but I give in and hold my foot out for him to take. Taking my shoe by the heel he unties the laces gently slipping it off, he then does the same with the other, all the while looking up at me with that damn smile of his showing off his dimples. I silently gulp as I wonder how in the hell does one make the simple act of removing shoes seem so friggin sexy?

“Thank you, Sir.” I say wiggling my toes. “You know, if you wanted to rub my feet, I would be okay with that.” Oh my God, did I just say that…out loud?

“Sure thing, Ma’am.” He says smiling. “So I have a crazy question.” He says pulling my legs across his lap as he readjusts himself on the sofa.

“What’s that?”

“How did you manage to get your shoes on to begin with?” He asks as he begins to massage my feet.

“I got them on by myself, but Frankie tied them for me.”

“Ah…good ole Frankie.” He half hisses as he adds pressure to my foot.

“Why do you sound pissed all of a sudden?” I ask as I watch his facial expression go from light to dark.

“Oh shit, here we go.” Niall pipes from his chair.

“Shut up, Niall.” He says through clenched teeth. “I’m pissed because he kept you out all evening, running around, doing God knows what, when you should have been here…recuperating.”

“Really, Harry?”

“Yes, really.” He smirks, realizing that he was border-lining on jerk…again.

“Thank you for being so concerned about me.” I say leaning back against the couch. “But…I am a big girl and quite capable of determining whether or not I am okay enough…to “run around” as you say…I promise.”  I assure him as I take my sock covered foot temporarily off his lap, raising it just high enough to touch him on the tip of his nose.

“I am just trying to be a good friend.” He says with a huge grin grabbing my foot and snapping his jaw closed pretending to bite down on my toe. We both laugh together as I playfully fight to get my foot back from him, all the while Niall is making rude and perverted comments from his corner.

“Ah…Niall, you’re just jealous because I don’t rub your feet, like this.” Harry says jokingly.

“Yep, you got me, Harry. I am so overcome with jealously that I’m about to cry.” He says faking a sniffle right before he busts out laughing.

The three of us continue to laugh and cut up over the next several minutes or so, that is until Niall says something about Louis that reminds me that he and Harry had some videos of me on their phones.

“I want to see those videos.” I tell them.

“When? Right now?” Niall asks.

“Yes now.”

“Okay then Maggie, scoot on over so I can sit down there.” He says motioning us to slide down so he can take his seat. Now sandwiched in between him and Harry, I watch in silence as he cues the first video on his phone.

The video starts out with the doctor preparing my arm for the medication. I kind of remember this…I think. I watch as my face goes from a look of terror to completely blank as the medicine takes over. I also see that Louis is holding my hand. Okay, that wasn’t too bad, I say to myself as Niall starts the second video.

As I watch the next three videos I find that I am absolutely mortified as I see this person who looks and kind of sounds like me on this little screen. I am doing my absolute best to remain calm and composed, even though the two goofballs on each side of me are literally cracking themselves up over my seemingly drug induced state. I let out a gasp as I hear this whiny little girl voice come out of my mouth, which only makes them laugh more. I cannot believe that this is me and although I don’t remember any of this, I know that other people do.

“Okay, I have seen enough.” I say leaning back against the couch crossing my arms against my chest.

“Oh…C’mon Maggie, there’s only two left and they’re really funny.” Niall says as he slides his arm behind my back in an attempt to make me sit me back up.

“To you maybe, but I find them to be embarrassing and not funny at all.”

“Please…Babycakes…for me?” He’s practically begging as he gently takes my casted hand in his. “Harry, help me out here, mate.”

“Oh…no-way man, you’re on your own with this one.” Harry says laughing.

“Fine!” I say trying my best not to grin at his silliness. “And what is up with these cutesy nicknames, anyway?” I ask, curiosity finally getting the best of me.

“Don’t you remember?”

“No, I don’t.”

“But you called me…Tinkerbelle.”

“I know I did, but I have no clue as to why,” I admit.

“Aye, no worries, you will.” He says patting me on my knee, right before he presses play…again.

I sit back up so I can get a better look and the first thing that I see is an image of myself sitting Indian style in the middle of the bed. I can clearly hear that I am arguing with someone about not wanting to go to bed.

           “But I’m not sleepy.” I see and hear myself say.

“Maggie, you really need to rest, you have had a really rough day, sweetheart.” I am pretty sure that is Harry’s deep husky voice that I hear.

“I…don’t…care, I’m not ready and you can’t make me…Harold.” Yep it’s Harry, he must be the one recording this.

“Okay Maggie, I won’t make you.” I hear him say while laughing.

“Are you laughing at me?” I half cry.

“Niall! Get in here and help me.”

“Niall’s coming?” Oh my God, I can see that I literally light up like a firework at the mention of his name. “I LOVE Niall, he is so sweet and funny, he makes me laugh.”

“Hurry up.” I hear Harry yell.

“I’m coming!” I hear him yell back.

“Yay!!!!” I see that I am clapping my hands together, I assume that Niall has entered the room. God I hope this is over soon.

“What’s up?”

“Niall!!!!!” I cry holding my arms out for him.

I cringe in disbelief as I continue to watch myself, I truly do not know if I can stomach anymore of this torture. I try to cover my eyes with my hand blocking my view, but unfortunately I can still hear…everything.

“Save me Niall, Harry is trying to make me go to bed.”

I find that I am peaking at the screen through my fingers now and I see that Niall is sitting on the bed beside of me, with his arms around my shoulders.

“Don’t worry Maggie, I won’t let big bad Harry make you do anything that you’re not ready to do.”

“Thank you Niall, that’s why you’re my favorite.” I hear myself still talking in that damn little girl voice.

“Do you hear that Harry? I’m her favorite.”

“Whatever man, I was her favorite ten minutes ago, and Liam was her favorite before that.”

Even though I can only hear Harry through Niall’s phone, I can still see his middle finger pop up in the middle of the screen. I watch myself attempt to scoot off of the bed and I can see that I am having definite issues, since my arm is in a sling.

“Where are you going, Maggie?” Niall asks me.

“I have to pee.” I hear myself say.

“Oh…okay…no…wait a minute…Harry?” I see Niall say with a worried look on his face.

“I’m on it.” I hear Harry say right before the video ends.

“What does “I’m on it” mean?” I ask looking directly at Harry.

“What it means love, is that I called Perrie and she came to help you out.”

“Okay…And why is it I needed her to help me? Oh…Oh…I see.” I say as I suddenly remember what a difficult task it was trying to use the bathroom. “Well that’s not one bit embarrassing.” I say sarcastically.

“Yeah, there was a few issues with that, but Paige or Perrie was always close by to help you.”

“Like I said, not embarrassing at all.” I mumble burying my face in my hands.

“Don’t worry Maggie, we understand.” Niall says as he rubs my back, quietly snickering.

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” I say flatly. “How many more horrifying videos do you have left, because I am ready for this to be over?”

“Just the one, but its only about three minutes long, Harry’s phone died.”

“Thank you God for small favors.” I say out loud.

“It’s not bad Maggie…I promise.” Niall reassures me.

“Hmph…that’s what you said about the other ones.” I say calling him out.

“Yeah, but I really mean it this time.” He says smiling.

“Whatever Niall, just show me already.” I say not hiding my annoyance.

“Okay, okay.”

As the video starts to play, I see myself and Niall sitting at the table surrounded by several bottles of nail polish. I see that I am wearing the night gown that I woke up in this morning. Perrie must have helped me, God I hope she helped me.

I listen as I watch the girl who looks like me fan her newly painted nails. “My toes and nails are so pretty Niall, thank you so much.” I am happy that I hear myself sounding a little more normal and less like a whiny little girl.

“You’re welcome Maggie, it was fun and I think that makes us BFF’s now.”

“Yeah Maggie it was fun.” I hear Harry mocking Niall.

“Hey man, don’t be a hater.” I watch as Niall makes some gesture with his fingers while sticking his tongue out. “You just wish that you were this talented.”

“Uh yeah, that’s it.” Harry says laughing.

“Niall since we are BFF’s now, we should give each other nicknames.”

“Okay.” He says laughing.

“You first.” I tell him.

“You know that you’re both crazy…right?” I hear Harry say from behind his phone.

“Shut-up Harry, me and Babycakes are bonding.” Niall informs him.

“Babycakes? I…like…it! I think I’ll call you…Tinkerbelle.” I hear myself say right before the video ends.

I breathe in deeply raising my brow as I look at Harry then at Niall. Who I know are waiting for my reaction.

“Well, I’m glad that’s finally over.” I declare as I stand moving to the chair leaving them both sitting on the sofa. “Now…I hope you both realize that I remember absolutely none of this and if you can’t already tell by the look on my face, I am not very amused. Yes parts of it were cute and parts were even kind of funny, but I am in no way interested in ever seeing them again, or do I want anyone else to ever see them. With that being said, I want to make you both aware that I am very tech savvy when it comes to the social media sites, such as YouTube, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram so on and so forth and if I were to happen to run across any of these videos on any of these type of outlets, needless to say I would not be very happy.

“Oh we would never do that, Maggie.” Niall says, looking at Harry then back at me with a sinister grin on his face.

“I would like to think that you wouldn’t, but…just in case you get cocky and decide to post them anyway I would like to leave you with this…have you ever heard the phrase “You’ll wind up with your butt in a sling”?

“Maybe, sounds familiar.” Harry admits.

“Yeah, I’ve heard it before.” Niall adds.

“Well that’s good, because if I find out that these videos find their way onto the internet in any way, shape or form, it will not be just your butts in a sling, it will be your balls too.”

“Oh shit Maggie, are you serious?” Niall asks with puzzled look on his face.

“Do I look serious, Niall?”

“I think she looks very serious, Niall?” Harry cuts in.

“Yeah, me too.” He agrees. “So I guess we will delete the videos now.”

“That’s a great idea.” I say smiling as I watch Niall messing with his phone, I am assuming that he is deleting the evidence.


“It’s already been done, love.”

“Cool beans, so do I tell you why I chose Tinkerbelle?” I ask looking at Niall.

“Yeah, you said that your favorite “kitty” when you were a little girl was named Tinkerbelle and that I reminded you of him.”

“Ah…okay, just checking.”

“Did you really have a cat named Tinkerbelle?”

“Yes, I did.” I smile happily as I remember good ole Tinkerbelle. That really does say a lot about my feelings for Niall, because I really did love that cat.

“Was it really a male cat, because you kept referring to it as he or him?”

“Yep, he was a big old Tom Cat.” I say laughing.

“If it was a boy, then why in the hell did you name him Tinkerbelle?”

“Because when he was a baby, I thought he was a girl. But it all turned out alright, he eventually grew into his name…just like you will.” I say jokingly patting him on the top of the head as I stand.

“That is too funny Niall, err I mean Tinkerbelle.” Harry says laughing hysterically.

“Hey now, only Maggie can call me that, not you or anyone else…got it?” Niall says showing signs of aggravation.

“Yeah buddy, I got it.” Harry says continuing to laugh.

“Alright you two, play nice.” I say as I pick up my still unopened envelope from the table. “Well guys I think I am going to go to bed now, but before I do I want to thank you again for being so understanding about the videos.”

“No problemo, Babycakes.”

“Come here,” I say grinning as I reach out to hug him. “Good night, Niall.”

“Good night, Maggie.”

 I then turn to Harry giving him a quick hug goodnight as well, when he whispers in my ear asking if we were okay. I smile and nod yes as he lets me go. “Sweet dreams, Mags.”

“Same to you, Harry.” I say softly as I quickly turn and walk to my room, my body on fire from the brief contact with HIM. “See you tomorrow.” I say with a wave as I close the door behind me.

Finally alone in the confines of my bedroom I let out a gasp as I sit on the edge of my bed. “What the hell was that Maggie?” My subconscious is screaming at me. I know that if I don’t get these feelings in check and soon, I am going to be in trouble.

I look at the manila envelope that I am holding and I undo the little tab and find that it is not actually sealed. I pull out the contents and I see that it is a single sheet of paper. At first glance I see that it is on MMC letterhead, which I already figured as much. I then read in bold lettering “One on One Schedule Revised”. I was wondering when I was going to get that, since my old schedule is now null and void. I just hope I am off tomorrow night so I can go to the drag show with Frankie.

As I start to read I immediately feel my blood start to boil. The first name on the new schedule is Louis Tomlinson and I am scheduled to meet him at 1:30pm tomorrow afternoon in the hotel lobby.

Oh God, please help me now……

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