Brett Turner. Eighteen years young.

Brett's bio:

She is friends with every one of the boys. Most of the media think that she has a thing with Louis. Brett doesn’t like him but she’s with him. Louis and Brett are dating but she is actually in love with Zayn. Louis doesn’t suspect anything when she is constantly flirting with him around him. She is a rude person when it comes to the media. She is always defending the boys like they were her own brothers. Brett is always covering her personality with her looks. She tries to make people think she is a sweet person. The only time when she is herself when she is around the boys. Other than that, Brett is a big bitch. Niall is the only one who knows Brett is using Louis to get with Zayn. That’s why she is the most rudest to Niall making Cassie protective.

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brett-turner:

The lack of reaction from Niall was so infuriating. She wanted him to blow up and call her a liar so she could push him against a wall and threaten to kill him. The only time she was happy was when she was around the boys as a group—otherwise she was always so furious. The…

“Stop!” Yelled Brett, completely in shock. “What did you just call me?” She was completely frozen in spot. It had haunted her mind, and it was at the tips of everyone’s lips, but only the nicest one in the group—Niall, of all people—had dared to say it. “Did you just call me fake? And a slut?” She was screaming now, her hand clamped on his shoulder. So maybe she wanted everyone to see her for some sweet little girl who donated to charity and was best friends with everyone. And maybe she wasn’t really like that. But it wasn’t fake. And she was not a slut.

“Yes,” she said, stepping closer, and her hair falling into her eyes. “I am using Louis to get to Zayn. It doesn’t make me a slut at all. I want Zayn, and I’m fighting for him. Isn’t that supposed to be romantic?” Brett was so angry, she could hardly form words. “Whatever,” she barked, pushing Niall away with her palms. “Go run back to your girlfriend.”

With that, she turned on one boot heel and stalked away, steam pouring out of her ears by the bucket load.