I walked onto the set of the small movie. I hadn't done much acting before but the producers thought a big name like mine might get them more views. More views, more money, made sense. It wasn't like I was a piss-poor actor, I was pretty good. But movies were nothing like singing on stage.

The director walked over to me the minute the door closed behind me, shaking my hand. She looked fairly young and she had honey blonde hair. She introduced herself and brought me over to hair and makeup, where a beautiful girl with dark brown hair was in front of me.

"This is Courtney, your co-star." She said and I smiled, needing to make a good first impression. The boys were always telling me I could get anyone if I'd just make sure to keep smiling and acting cool. I could almost hear Liam saying into my ear 'its all about the first impression'.

"I'm Zayn." I said trying to sound cool underneath her hard gaze. She looked totally bored while I was fidgeting where I stood. "I'm from One Direction." I said going against the guys orders and using the band to bump up my ladies points. Her face never shifted.

"What's that?" She yawned as a hairstylist yanked her hair with and iron, letting go of it so that the piece landed in a loose curl over her shoulder. I let my mouth hang open a little bit. I know we hadn't hit like, third world countries like Africa, but this is America. Who didn't know us here?

"It's a band." I replied quietly and she shrugged, getting out of her seat with her finished hair and makeup and walking over to the dressing department. "Well, that was intriguing" I said dully as I was pulled into the chair she had just exited. The Hair dresser laughed and started pulling at my hair.

"Yeah, she's quite the little diva. She's nice if you know her though, she just doesn't care much for paparazzi or other people unless they are significant to her. She likes to be what we call a secluded celebrity, always working on small films, only famous to the hipsters and parents of the teenage population." The dresser said and I nodded as much as possible without her fussing at me.

I looked over back at the girl again. Only 4 months, I would only have to deal with her for four months. "It's always the pretty ones isn't it? They always end up either annoying, a diva, or antisocial." I muttered causing the stylists around me to laugh.

They let me out of the chair with a few last remarks about my co-star and I smiled and thanked them before heading over to wardrobe and starting the day.

Notes

SHORT. My only one in the series where the character in the beggining doesn't like One Direction. Seemed like a good idea. Well, I hope you guys are liking the series!

~Maya.