1. Favorite boy? 2. What is your ranking of the boys (including Zayn)? 3. When did you get into the fandom? 4. How did you first hear about one direction? 5. What was the first music video you ever saw? 6. Favorite music video? 7. Least favorite music video? 8. Favorite interview? 9. Favorite ship within the band? 10. Ever seen them live? When/Where? 11. If you could go back and see one show front row, which tour would you go to? 12. Favorite era (UAN, TMH, etc.)? 13. Ranking of the albums (favorite–>least favorite)? 14. Least favorite song on each album? 15. Most favorite song on each album? 16. Lottie or Gemma? 17. Danielle or Sophia? 18. Feelings on Perrie? 19. Feelings on Eleanor? 20. Feelings on Sophia? 21. Long or short hair Harry? 22. Buzzcut or curly hair Liam? 23. Cinnamon swirl or fringe Louis? 24. Blonde streak or shaved head Zayn? 25. Blonde or brunette Niall? 26. Favorite 1d mom? 27. One song they should add to the setlist? 28. One song they should take off the setlist? 29. Favorite x-factor performance? 30. Favorite tour? 31. Where were you/what were you doing when you heard Zayn was leaving? 32. Favorite tweet? 33. Favorite rumor? 34. Song that you thought deserved to be a single? 35. Did you ever hear Just Can’t Let Her Go? 36. Did you see the 1d movie in theaters? 37. Haylor: yay or nay? 38. Larry: yay or nay? 39. Lou Teasdale: yay or nay? 40. Simon Cowell: yay or nay? 41. Favorite lyric change 42. Harry getting his shirt ripped open or Liam getting his shirt ripped open? 43. Would you rather get a selfie with your favorite boy and have it be really bad or meet all of them but have no photos or evidence of it? 44. Would you rather watch Louis/Harry alone together or Niall/Harry alone together? 45. Would you rather have a tell-all book released about the x-factor days or about Zayn leaving? 46. Favorite inside joke within the fandom? 47. If you could choose any three people to go with to a 1d concert, who would they be? 48. Favorite moment from this tour? 49. Favorite fandom moment? 50. Favorite moment of pride for the boys?
1. Favorite girl? 2. What is your ranking of the girls? 3. When did you get into the fandom? 4. How did you first hear about little mix? 5. What was the first music video you ever saw? 6. Favorite music video? 7. Least favorite music video? 8. Favorite interview? 9. Favorite ship within the band? 10. Ever seen them live? When/Where? 11. If you could go back and see one show front row, which tour would you go to? 12. Favorite era (DNA, Salute, etc.)? 13. Ranking of the albums (favorite–>least favorite)? 14. Least favorite song on each album? 15. Most favorite song on each album? 16. Zayn or Alex? 17. Feelings on Jake? 18. Feelings on Jed? 19. Feelings on Jordan? 20. Long or short hair Perrie? 21. Straight or curly hair Leigh-Anne? 22. Silver or carmel hair Jade? 23. Wavy or curly hair Jesy? 24. Favorite little mix collab? 25. One song they should add to the setlist? 26. One song they should take off the setlist? 27. Favorite x-factor performance? 28. Favorite tour? 29. Favorite tweet? 30. Favorite rumor? 31. Song that you thought deserved to be a single? 32. Lerrie: yay or nay? 33. Jerrie: yay or nay? 34. Pesy: yay or nay? 35. Simon Cowell: yay or nay? 36. Would you rather get a selfie with your favorite girl and have it be really bad or meet all of them but have no photos or evidence of it? 37. Would you rather watch Perrie/Jesy alone together or Leigh-Anne/Jade alone together? 38. Would you rather have a tell-all book released about the x-factor days or about the Jakesy break-up? 39. Favorite inside joke within the fandom? 40. If you could choose any three people to go with to a little mix concert, who would they be? 41. Favorite moment from this tour? 42. Favorite fandom moment? 43. Favorite moment of pride for the girls? 44: Salute dance breakdown or Hair dance breakdown? 45: Favorite acapella? 46: Favorite little mix significant other? 47: Favorite lyric? 48: Would you rather have the girls do a small north america tour with meet and greets or sell out an entire stadium tour? 49: What’s your notp? 50: What song would you show to someone to pull them into the fandom?
Roxy is in the kitchen, discussing the latest biometrics development proposed at the last round table with Ector, when the door actually slams open, causing both her and Ector to startle. And Eggsy is standing in the threshold of the door, looking viciously determined, his cheeks flushed, presumably having run the length of the mansion to get here.
Ector raises his eyebrows in concern and Roxy gives him a bewildered, questioning look, which he seems to ignore.
Instead, he points an accusing finger at Roxy, crying out, “Roxanne Morton!” before stalking the length of the room and coming to stand before her, where she was sitting, drinking a cup of tea.
Ector quietly rises from his seat, nodding his goodbye at Roxy and slipping from the room. Eggsy has the decency to wait until the door shuts before he tosses a folder on the table and crosses his arms across his chest.
“You lied to me.”
Eggsy gestures to the folder he had thrown down before her. Tentatively, she reaches out for it, flipping the corner up with her thumb and letting it fall back down, her blood running cold.
“Eggsy, you didn’t,” she says in a small voice.
“Oh, I sure did.” And there’s only one way to describe Eggsy’s grin: absolutely shit-eating pleased and completely self-satisfied. “Trying to tell me you never even knew their names. Oh, you’re good, Rox, but you ain’t that good.”
“It was a phase! A short, tragic, terribly misguided phase,” Roxy says defensively before leaning forward to hiss, “And I would thank you not to go blabbing your mouth to everyone about it.”
Somehow, Eggsy’s smile becomes more confident, more devilish; this is not boding well for her. “Well, what’s in it for me?”
Roxy narrows her eyes at him. “Are you–blackmailing me?”
Eggsy gasps with obvious exaggeration, slapping a hand to his chest. Fantastic; he is picking up unnecessary dramatics from Harry again. “Are you accusing me of extortion? Rox, that’s slander.”
“Hardly. You used the Kingsman servers to go digging for personal secrets,” Roxy reminds him.
“Ain’t the worst I’ve done with it,” Eggsy says in a huff, waving his hand dismissively. “You’re just trying to deflect.”
Roxy sighs, running her hands over her hair, tugging nervously at her pony tail. No one was ever supposed to know. Her mum wasn’t even allowed to mention it.
“Some friend you are.”
Eggsy shrugs a shoulder. “I’m your best mate and you love me and you know it.”
“Payback, dear Rox. Sweet, sweet payback.”
Roxy can’t help but let a faint smile tug at her lips; she was still rather proud of her own clever application of the ubiquitous whoopee cushion. Crude? Yes. Childish? Absolutely. Though she had to admit that the jar of glitter she dumped in it before hand was rather inspired. Maybe doing it at a round table meeting was not the wisest but they were all prone to making mistakes, at one time or another. To err is human, is it not?
“Only physical copy, this one,” Eggsy says, pointing at the folder. “Sure I can suck up to Merlin to have him erase any trace of it from the Internet. If you’re willing to pay.”
“And the price?”
Eggsy considers this for a moment before answering, “You fill out my requisition forms for the next month.”
“Steep price,” Roxy comments. “I could just teach you how to do it so Morgana doesn’t have to get after you each time.”
“Ah-ah!” Eggsy wags a finger at her and she has a distant desire to bend it back. “Not what I proposed.”
Roxy spends a minute chewing her bottom lip, eyeing up the folder as if was going to fly open on its own accord and hurl its contents around the entire mansion, before sighing in defeat. “Oh, alright.”
Eggsy claps his hands together. “Good working with you, love, as always.”
“You are incorrigible,” Roxy mutters, though the bitterness she employs has no heart. When Eggsy leans down to peck a kiss against her cheek, she playfully slaps his chest with the back of her hand, bringing on a slight, muffled oof. “You do realize this means I’m coming for you.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Eggsy says with a wink. “Drinks still, then? Tonight?”
“As usual,” Roxy says.
Eggsy blows her a kiss, which she rolls her eyes at, laughing despite herself as he saunters from the room. She waits a moment longer, fingers drumming anxiously at the table, before snatching up the folder and throwing it open. Staring up at her is own her twenty-year old visage, sweaty-faced and grinning uncontrollably, delight evident even years later, arms wrapped around the waists of Liam Payne and Harry Styles, when she had managed to meet them backstage at the X Factor Live tour. She had been telling the truth: it was a phase. She thought she had deleted all the photos that had been posted, even deleting her fan page on Facebook, but like it’s always been said: nothing truly ever leaves the Internet. She can’t believe Eggsy found the one picture, probably from some defunct fan site that never even had her name tagged under the picture. She had braces, for God’s sake. No one should recognize her.
Roxy can’t help but smile, though. Once she burns this cursed image, the game is on.