*Chelsea’s P.O.V.*


“Hey babe, do you know of anything else I need to get from the shops?” I called out to my best friend and housemate, Piper, as I jotted down a few items on my list.



“Uh…? Chocolate, lollies, any other kind of junk food and alcohol, duh!” she called back from her position on our couch. She had her headed buried in a gossip magazine which looked to be open on a page with five of today’s most famous boys on it. I laughed silently to myself. God was she in love with them. I’d be lying if I said they weren’t highly talented and attractive but I really didn’t get all the hype, screaming and crying. It would have to be annoying for them.



“Really? Ok I’ll see if I can fulfil all your needs,” I chuckled at her as she looked up, raising her middle finger at me. “I should be back in under an hour so text me if you remember anything else we need.”



She hummed in response before saying, “Alright. Now remember what you have to do if you see any of the One Direction boys.” She reminded me as she did every other time we left the house.



I rolled my eyes at her. “Yes, take some pictures so you can treasure them forever more and use it to make yourself feel good.”



She looked at me a little shocked. “Uh yeah right you weirdo,” She mumbled turning her head away from me.



Piper, my sister and I had recently moved from our home town of Westminster to take up residence in Piper’s great aunts cottage in the very heart of London seeing as she gave it to her before moving into a nursing home.



My sister, Bridget, still had another semester of university but was now living with her footballer boyfriend. Piper and I had both finished our degrees before leaving home and somehow had managed to secure a job here. I was working part time as a lawyer at a highly successful law firm whereas Piper took a permanent position at one of the local schools.



We had only been here about 2 months or so but had settled in pretty well and had made some really good friends and basically everything was running smoothly except for Piper’s ongoing search for curly and the four other boys she so loved. I shook my head, smiling at the thought as I grabbed my phone, wallet and list before shoving them into my bag, digging around for my car keys.



“Ah huh!” I cried triumphantly as my hand wrapped around the metal objects, removing them from my black leather bag. I heaved the bag onto my shoulder before turning on my heel and heading to the door.



“See you soon,” I called over my shoulder before slamming the door shut, not bothering to wait for a response. I climbed into my black Mercedes convertible – what, being a lawyer does pay pretty good I must say – and headed in the direction of the supermarket.



I was wandering through the aisles picking up the miscellaneous items on my list and crossing them off when a bunch of loud boys rounded the corner into my deserted isle drawing my attention away from my unsuccessful hunt for some soup Piper wanted.



Much to my surprise, the faces of these boys were all too familiar. I subtly reached into my bag in search of my iPhone, knowing full well that I would have to have a death wish to not take any photos.



After removing my phone I tried to move it into an inconspicuous position in order to not be annoying and just snap some sneaky shots but I quickly realised that the angle I was standing at didn’t allow my plan to work. I turned around to face in their direction in order to take an adequate picture and my bag collided with some of the packet soups sending them flying to the floor.



“Fucking shit you stupid bastards of soup!” I exclaimed before a hand flew over my mouth, the noise I had made caused the noise from the boys to subside as they turned to face me. I noticed that only 4 out of the 5 of them stood there. Not forgetting I didn’t have a death wish, I shrugged my shoulders and quickly snapped some photos of them on my still active iPhone.



“Sorry,” I mumbled to them as they stood there staring, Harry’s face turning slightly sour, whoops. I sighed and crouched down and began to pick up the packets I had so clumsily knocked to the ground. I noticed that there were sets of feet in front of me.



“Did you want something?” I asked Harry and Zayn, looking up raising an eyebrow at them boldly.



“Did you just take photos of us?” Zayn asked.



“And what if I did?”



“Oh for the love of god! We can’t even go to get food without our lives being documented.”



I picked myself up, the packets of soup in my hands. “It’s all part of the fame, isn’t it curly?” I really shouldn’t have been stirring them up but their faces were priceless.



Harry rolled his eyes at me. “Delete it,” he told me sternly.



“Sorry, no can do. I’m sorry that it’s such a bother, and that technically I should delete it because you asked me and I know all about the laws because it is my job but I don’t have a death wish. The other boys had moved and taken their position behind Harry and Zayn, eyeing me curiously.



“What do you mean you don’t have a death wish?” Liam quipped up curiously.



“My best friend is head-over-heels in love with you guys and she would kill me if I saw you and didn’t take photos, it’s our little thing. Actually, she’s probably going to kill me at any rate seeing as I’m talking to you.” He nodded his head in acknowledgement.



“Well I best be off, lovely talking to you,” I elongated the word ‘lovely’ looking Harry in the eye but none of them moved away. “Ok seriously guys. I have better things to do then wait for you to move your fat, lazy asses out of my way,” I told them. Zayn, Liam and Niall all backed away with a small smirk playing on their lips as Harry stood his ground.



“Excuse you; my ass is lovely, now I’m not moving till you delete the photos.”



“For fuck sake Harry. Stop being such a pompous, stuck up idiot of a musician and let me get past you and we can all forget this even happened. It’s not my fault that you’re famous and that millions of girls love you and that your life is documented. Now if you don’t move I will make a big scene and attract some screaming fans for you and post these pictures on the internet for lack of something better to do!” I exclaimed as he backed away to let me pass.



I chucked my phone back into my bag and pushed the trolley past the grinning faces of the others. I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I reached the end of the isle, hearing the 3 other boys crack up laughing and I believe it was Niall saying: “Boy she told you,” as the youngest boy attempted to scold them. I rounded the corner only seconds later to hear the sounds of running footsteps travelling towards me. I turned around to see a smiling Zayn.



“Hey, what can I do for you?” I greeted him.



“That was amazing,” he said before doubling over in his laughter. And I thought he was supposed to be the quiet one. Interesting. “I have never seen Harry look so pissed because he didn’t get what he wanted but you, you just kept stirring him up, and me as well.” He said after his laughter subsided.



“I’m sorry that I took the photos and didn’t delete them, I know it must be annoying but I was being serious when I said she would kill me if I didn’t take any for her.”



“Nah its right, don’t worry about it, sweet cheeks. Yes, some days it can be very annoying but like you said, it comes with the fame and in the end really, I couldn’t imagine doing anything else with my life.”



He smiled, obviously proud of his achievements and I returned the grin, although I really didn’t feel it because I seriously envied his career, not that I would ever be game enough to get up and sing in front of thousands of people. “Plus we would be wasting a perfectly good human being if we let her kill you,” he added with a wink, causing me to blush slightly. “Now love, I seemed to have missed your name.”



“That’s probably ‘cause I haven’t told you,” I chuckled. “Chelsea,” I said extending my arm out of habit for him to shake. To my surprise he took it but instead of shaking it, he brought it to his lips and looked me in the eye as he placed a kiss on it. I laughed slightly, probably turning redder than before at his antics.



“Chelsea, interesting,” He concluded still holding my hand. “Well it was lovely to meet you. Maybe we could catch up some time again soon.” He added and I swear I saw a flicker of nervousness in his eyes.



“Absolutely,” I told him realising I had gotten a little lost in his golden orbs and hadn’t responded.



“Maybe I could stir Harry up even more for your entertainment.” I winked at him as he dropped my hand, reaching behind him and removing his phone from his back pocket. He unlocked it before handing it to me so I could give him my contact details.



“Well Chelsea Parker,” He said checking my details in his phone. “I look forward to seeing you again in the near future but I best be of before another idiot tries to photograph me.” He winked at me and I laughed at him. He turned and started walking away with a wave over his shoulder but before he completely disappeared I called out to him.



“Zayn,” I said in a sickly sweet accent trying to hold back my laughter, he turned around eyeing me curiously. “Call me,” I told him again in the same accent holding my hand up to my ear, mimicking a phone before I doubled over laughing.



He chuckled. “You betcha,” he clicked his fingers at me with his statement before turning on his heel and disappearing completely. Well isn’t this going to be an interesting story to tell to Piper when I get home.



I had quickly finished my shop and payed for all the items. Unfortunately, I had not run into the boys again. I headed home buzzing with energy and ready to explode with details of today’s events at Piper. I pulled into our driveway, grabbing the bags from the boot before bustling into the house.



“Piper!” I called out to my friend from the kitchen where I had started unpacking the shopping.



“Yeah,” she replied as she sauntered into the kitchen, plonking herself down on one of our bar stools and reaching over and extracting a bar of chocolate from one of the shopping bags.
I stopped unpacking for a moment and went to my purse to pull out my beloved iPhone. After a few seconds of digging around my hands settled on the item they were looking for. I pulled it out of my bag and unlocked it, noticing I had many twitter notifications; I quickly opened the app leaving Piper waiting.



I felt my eyes widening as I saw that my previous two hundred or so number of followers had jump to two thousand or so and counting. Confusion was slowly replacing my shock so I clicked on my mentions and my eyes widened even more. I had tweets from all of the boys and their fans were going a bit crazy.



@zaynmalik: @Chelsywhelsy_x lovely meeting you today, was a good laugh :). See you soon. Xx


@NiallOfficial: Well, well, well, if it isn’t the pot stirrer. @Chelsywhelsy¬_x Keep cooking ;)


@Real_Liam_Payne: @Chelsywhelsy_x u sure spiced up our shop’n today, look forward 2 seein’ u again :p


@Louis_Tomlinson: damn shame I missed today, heard all about it miss sassy, can’t wait to meet ya! @Chelsywhelsy_x


And finally, @Harry_Styles: @Chelsywhelsy_x you made quite the first impression, babe.



Wow. How the hell did they find me so fast? Oh right, Zayn has my name in his phone. I replied to their tweets.


@Chelsywhelsy_x: @zaynmalik, you better call me :p I’m glad I could provide some entertainment.


@Chelsywhelsy_x: @NiallOfficial I’m always cooking, just can’t stop stirring that pot :p


@Chelsywhelsy_x: @Real_Liam_Payne glad I brightened up the mundane task of grocery shopping for ya. C ya soon :)


@Chelsywhelsy¬_x: ‘twas a shame to have missed you, I heard the #queenofsass put on quite a good show ;) @Louis_Tomlinson


@Chelsywhelsy: @Harry_Styles I’m glad I made a lasting memory, wanna see the pics? :p



I had just pressed the tweet button as Piper cleared her throat, obviously getting impatient. I held a finger up telling her to wait a second whilst I pulled up my camera role, bringing up the photos of the boys.



I chuckled slightly at the boys expressions before handing her my phone, watching her face but resuming my unpacking. Once her eyes connected properly to her brain, her mouth dropped and her eyes widened in shock.



“Who? What? How? Why?” Words flew out of her open mouth. “I don’t understand, is this like for real? Like completely and utterly honestly real? You’re not messing with me are you?” she questioned.



“Yep,” I popped the ‘p’ grinning at her. “As real as they get on camera, I did speak to them though and hey pass the phone for a second.” She looked between me and the phone, mouth still wide open before handing it back to me.



I brought up my twitter and passed the phone back to her. Somehow, she managed to open her mouth even wider as she read the tweets. I continued to unpack the bags as she stared at me awe struck. “You’re going to catch a fly in your mouth if you don’t close it.”



“Fuck!” joy, she finally speaks. I put the last items away and came and sat on the stool besides her.



“Why did I have to do marking?” she complained to me.



“Uh because it’s your job love,” she stuck her tongue out at me.



“It’s not fair!” she whined. “You’re not even obsessed with them, how come you’re the one who gets to meet them? Tell me everything that happened!”



I went through all the details with her, laughing at the memory. “And so Zayn wants to catch up again so I put my number in his phone but you could probably tell from the tweets,” her eyes widened, again, in surprise but I shook my head and continued. “I doubt he’ll call though, I am just some random girl he met at the supermarket who annoyed him by taking pictures.” I told her with a shrug, but she gave me a look that said do not give up on him just yet.



“But you made him laugh Chels. Don’t just give up. He and Perrie have only been apart for a bit. And if he does contact you then maybe I can finally meet them. Oh. My. God. Chelsea! I could meet Harry! This is so exciting!”



She clasped her hands together in excitement, looking like a little girl. I chuckled at her and shook my head. I hope Zayn calls, he and the others seem like great guys, but I really doubted he would.



He’s a member of an internationally famous boy band and I’m just good old Chelsea Parker. No big deal. I had learnt long ago not to get my hopes up because I hated having to deal with the disappointment. “Yeah I guess,” I said half-heartedly. “Do you wanna just have a quiet movie night and order in?”




“Absolutely!”

Notes

Hey guys,
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