How I saved One Direction

On the shoulder I carry a backpack with books and some money which my parents gave me, and in the other hand tightens handle of coffer. Outside it's already crowded, which is not unusual for them but for me it is so terrible and strange. Of course the fans know that they arrived and everyone wants to know who I am because journalists took pictures of me and Zayn and me to go in with them on the plane, and now probably half of them wants to kill me. If we add to this more and Zayn who hates me, we will get a combination from dreams. It's my fault cause I put myself through this. We go out one by one while security is all around and pushing girls who are trying to touch guys. Screams, many girls and journalists are not my thing. I keep my head down so couple of wisps arefalling to the eyes and hide my face while I walk behind Liam.

'' Who is she? ''
'' Harry! ''
'' Liam, Liam turn around '
'' Who is that ugly cow? ''

I knew they were talking about me, but I didn't look to see the girl who said it. Instead, I continued to walk. No one is standing. They are quite tired and as I understand we now go to the hotel. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I thought that itwas some fana but when I turned Harry was behind me. I was relieved. He gave me a sympathetic smile and continued to walk beside me.

It wasn't easy to go out because fans were out too. Many journalists, fans and shrieks greeted us. Actually them. Fortunately there were waiting security guard who immediately opened the door of a black, large, modern van so we could enter.

I sat down next to Liam because I feel safe like that. Behind us are Niall and Harry and Zayn was in the passenger seat. Louis is the one who drives and that little frightens me due to his infamous ride. I mean the ones on the videos. As soon as we were all inside he immediately squeezed the throttle and went, which was difficult because the fans were also in front.

We left the airport behind and now we ride down the quiet streets of London. The night lighting provide the only light and a car that goes next to us. I do not know which hotel they'll choose but I know it will be expensive so I hope they have thought of me.

After a while we arrived at 'The Mandarin Oriental Hyde Park Hotel''. Although it didn't looks like a hotel to me than as a castle. It's huge with four floors if you don't count the ground floor. The white frames around the windows perfectly match with the orange facade. The front door is huge, brown and go to the semi-circle. I wonder how they don't get lost in it?

We go out and I take my coffer and dragging it after others. I refuse help from Liam, because he has his own. On the reception they take six keys and I get one.

'' Night all. I'm tomorrow probably going home ''
Louis first speaks as we're climb upstairs. It's end of the tour, so it was expectable that they'll go home. What should I do?
'' Also ''
Niall answers to him and unlocks the door of the room. I lift up the key and look around for the number 23. When I finally saw it I unlocked them and get in carefully. Usually the maid goes with people but it seems that they are there often, so there was no need. I leave coffer in one corner and look around. Everything is expensive and nice and i have to be careful. If I destroy something, it will cost me a fortune. And with my talent that I'm even afraid to walk. I put down backpack on a brown chair that acts like it's from a castle. I don't fit in this story. I don't look like I belong here.

I take out from the coffer underwear, pajamas and my shampoo, and I go to the bathroom. It's so big that I wonder is itbigger than my room at home.I already miss home. I wonder how is to them cause they travel so often? While I rub shampoo into hair I'm thinking about what's going on at home. How are my classmates react when they find out that I'm gone? It hurts me the mostbecause I didn't even say goodbye to Ali. She found out about it through computer.

I allow the water to wash all traces of off me and then I wipe myself with the towel and then I take on the clothes. When I walk I watch not to hit something. A large king sized bed welcome me but it's not as half as mine. I don't feel the heat though the blanket is thick. But I still close my eyes too tired to think about anything.

(morning)

After breakfast in the huge restaurant in the hotel I'm driving to theSyco Records, because I have a conversation there. I suppose it's about my staying with the guys.

(...)

I Sitting in a big office while my one leg nervously strikes the ground. I gave my best to dress properly, but did I make it? I don't know.
After a few minutes in the office entered a woman with a big smile and some papers. I immediately got up but that she gesticulate to me with hand to sit down and did it. She sits down in the chair opposite me and put the papers on desk.
'' Hello. I'm Annie ''
'' Layla. Nice to meet you '' I introduce myself calmly though my heart beating wildly.
'' Why I'm here ? ''
I decided to immediately ask to maintain a conversation, although it seemed that she just wanted to tell me. She moves some papers and then takes out a pair of them connected with staples.
'' You're here because of your job this year, of course ''
'' Job? ''
She looked up from the papers on me and gave me a gentle smile. I look at her, completely bewildered. I didn't know that will be my job. What generally should I do?
'' Yes. Paul didn't say anything to you? ''
She's frowning when I say he didn't. I just know that I've come with them, but not that I'll work here. It's not that I don't want, because I need money if I want to be with them but I need to know what the job involves.

'' Um, all right. Let me explain. Listen. Next year you'll be something like adviser to all the in group. Please be mostly concentrate on Zayn's because he is the most critical. Honestly, at first I couldn't believe you convinced him. It was clear that he wanted to go from the group and I was shocked when he returned with them without mentioning ofleaving. On that I congratulation to you. This is a contract. Go through so we can sign it ''
She handed me the papers so I carefully studied them. Some items have been usual. These are some of them:
- I can't: smoke, drink, behave improperly and speak improperly in public
- I have to be available twenty-four hours to them (they think about the guys)
- Be careful what you publish on socially networks

The other were that type but the things that surprised me are that I have to attend with them at all important events, awards, parties, and who knows what else. I close my eyes and try to imagine myself on the red carpet with them but I can't. It sounds so impossible. And it is inconceivable. At least for me.

'' We will pay you 10k in advance, and your paid will be 30k per month ''
I literally gasped trying to imagine that money. But I can't because I never saw it. And I can't believe I'm getting that money per month. Now I'm even more afraid. What if I don't make it? I have to think about everything.

'' You accept? '' Just when I hadintention to say something, the door opened and in the office entered none other than Simon Cowell. I gave my best not to go crazy in front of him, which was very difficult but I managed. I hope so.
'' You must be Layla '' It was the first thing he said.
'' Y, yes'' I stuttered and cursed myself
'' Is she signed? '' He now talks to Annie.
'' She was just about to do it'' Annie gave me a pen.
'' You have a profile on social networks? ''
'' No '' I answered and they looked at me weird. I'm probably the only teenager who's not infatuated with social networks.
'' In fact, I had but somebody broke mypassword and since then I don't use twitter anymore ''

That's true. A few months ago someone had hacked my password, and then I decided that no more social networks.
'' Someone else will create a new profile to you and will send you username and password. Of course, you can't publish everything that comes to yourmind. If you notice some posts that you didn't post don't delete them. We'll control your profile and sometimes publish certain things ''
Simon said it so simply. And it sounds but it is about my life. I didn't think about that I've left my old life. My ordinary life of ordinary girl and became advisor to a largest boyband in the world that is about to fall apart. Uh, okay. I can do it. What calm and I scribble my signature and seal my destiny for thenext year.

'' Tomorrow you'll go with Harry in town. We need the fans to slowly get used to you, '' Annie told me on what I nodded. I'm afraid. What if they attack me when they see us?
'' Zayn will be kind enough to host you. There is no point to be at the hotels '' I swallowed hard and scared.
'' Zayn? I think it's not a good idea at all ''
'' It's a great idea considering that he is a priority and like this he will be able to talk to you anytime ''
It seems to me that he'll have twenty-four hours each day to insult me. But they were not paying attention to my words, but Annie got up and I also. After we exchanged number so she can contact me I went out and got in the car. Driver will drive me to Zayn. He already know that I'm coming and I Bet he's angry.

We arrived in front of a white house with two floors and my driver helped me to bring coffer to the door. First I knocked but as no one came I caught the handle and the door opened. I pulled my coffer and left it in the hallway and then I went to find him. House looks larger inside than the outside. I passed through the huge living room and carefully climbed the stairs. Everything is expensive. The walls are full of pictures, the plants are in corners and is very spacious.

At one door I stopped because I hear music. Although is muffled. I knock but no answer. I tried again but when he don't open I decide to enter. When I open the door I see something that shocks me more than everything that happened. What the hell?

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