The Object of My Affection: My Band Mate's Sister

The Best Brother You Could Have

The BBC Studios was buzzing with life and crawling with people as an anxious Brona was shown to hair and makeup by a tall and thin redhead with ruby red lips as George walked close by herside. They were being led down hundreds of halls, feeling like an endless maze and that was not helping Brona right now.

Brona was a ball of nerves and anxiety as she walked down the hallways, keeping close to a casual George. The source of nerves was not exactly rooted in her shyness but came from the fear of making a fool of herself in front of the whole of Britian. It was her worst nightmare. It was really based on the interviewer.

Brona made friend easily, despite her shyness and quietness. The shyness only existed in front of strangers, people she had never met or never really interacted with provoking her and her friends to adopt the mantra: To strangers, I'm quiet. To my friends, I'm out going. But my best friends know I'm completely insane. Brona was a friendly and fun person, but she needed someone else, usually to make the first move.

George shot his twin sister a concerned look. "You alright?" he asked, perking a wary eyebrow. It could almost feel the nerves radiating of her.

Brona sighed heavily. "Butterflies, I suppose. I don't want to make a complete idiot of my self in front of the whole of Britian."

Georhe chuckled as if it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard and waved her off. "How'd you do that?"

"I'd find a way," she remarked, her eyes wide and she held her index finger up at him.

"You'll be fine," George said slowly but cofindently as he went on to express his belief in her and tell her words of encouragement. This wasn't just s long winded bullshited speech so she'd calm down, it was the truth. He wrapped a comforting arm around her small shoulders when he neared the and of his talk. "You're not a bore either, you're fun. Just be yourself."

Brona thought over his speech for a few seconds before answering, a small pout present. "That was a cheesy line to end on," the brunette told him plainly, before her put cracked revealing her winning smile, which she couldn't up but show and George couldn't help but return.

The conversation soon switched topics to where the other three lads had dissapeared to just before they had finally reached their destination. The red haired girl turned on her heel when she stopped outside a dark wooded door that had a sign pinned on it reading 'Hair & Makeup' and a smile played on her red lips.

"Here we are," she said brightly, blue eyes twinkling. "Sorry about the long walk. Busy day," she explained, rolling her eyes out of fatigue when age mentioned about the busy day. The unnamed redhead took one arm of the clipboard she was holding to her chest with the former of support of two hands and twisted the knob, pushing the door in allowing the Harrisons to enter. The twins entered the room, the red haired girl suddenly turned bashful, "George, I'm a big fan! Would you mind..." Her voice trailed of as she gestured to the clip board.

"No bother, love," George said, turning on his charm and playfulness and gave the redhead a wink, making her cheeks flush a deep pink and her knees buckle.

Brona couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully at her twin's suddenness. She noted he got a good few girls even though he was quiet. But she got guys that way as well. And not the way she would like. Some saw it as a weakness and they could take complete control. But she learned her lesson from Billy Whitehall. And most guys find it endearing and cute and they know you won't fake.

"Come here, love," said an older woman wearing an outfit perfect for a hairdesser and motioned for Brona to come over to her. Brona slowly walked towards her, her hands clasped behind her back as he examined the lady. The woman had a cheery, round face with warm friendly features that made the brunette feel more relaxed. Her bubbly brown eyes were full of life as she pulled her straight, dark blonde hair into a sleek ponytail. "Hello, love. I'm Edna, I'll be your stylist for today," she said cheerfully, extending her hand.