REUNION

Chapter 10 - One Direction

"One direction"

it said in beautiful handwriting.
I would have liked to ask myself who had labeled the notes, but I knew that there was no time. I would also have liked to jump around singing because I was allowed to tour with One Direction and would see the lads again, but such actions did not speak of professionalism. And professionalism was the only important thing at that moment. Good first impression and all.

I took another look at the piece of paper and I remembered the professor's words. "There are numbers on the lots that you will draw. You will find these numbers in the respective rooms and with them the employees." My number was 23517. I looked around the room and saw the sign showing said number. Under the sign was a pretty young woman who introduced herself as Lou Teasdale.

She was the guys' current stylist and I would give her a hand for the first two months. After these two months she would take a longer break because she was expecting a child. During this time I would be on my own.

My work would start tomorrow at ten because the five boys were expected for an interview at 11:30 am. Tonight they had a concert but Lou told me to watch first and get to know the whole crew right away.

"I'm supposed to tell you from Simon, his full name is Simon Cowell and he is more or less the management of the five, that you will meet the day after tomorrow a coach who will "introduce" you to public life. He did that with me too and it really helped me a lot. Since you are now in very close contact with the guys, people will notice you. So don't be surprised if your number of followers on Instagram or Twitter suddenly increases extremely. And if you should have difficulties, for example with hate comments or the like, you are welcome to come to me. I felt just like you do now. Probably. I came into the business and became known almost overnight. Of course, something like this doesn't have to happen to you, but there is a possibility."  She gave me a friendly smile and in that moment I knew that working with her would be a lot of fun. "I would say let's get to the pay, but unfortunately I cannot tell you anything. Simon will discuss that with you personally."

She took my arm and led me out the door to a black van with tinted windows. Just as we reached the car, the doors opened and exposed the noble interior of it. The seats were covered with light-colored leather and looked so comfortable that you could probably sleep in them. If you looked back you could see a refrigerator and another cupboard with groceries on the right wall. On the left side was another row of five seats. In each of the seats there was a pillow with a name on it. "These are the boys' places. They sat in that order from the start. Not a single time has anyone sat down different. And it has been like that for ten years. Harry loves to share his place, Liam, Niall and Louis do too. Zayn, however, does not let anyone sit in his seat. And if someone sits on it, there is trouble. So I would rather stay away from his seat. They always get in directly in this order. Zayn sits closest to Paul , their driver, because he always likes to sit a little outside. Then comes Louis, next to him Harry and next to Harry Niall has his place. However, you could always think they are sitting in one place because they always cuddle up to each other as soon as the drive is longer than twenty minutes. Liam always needs a little more rest, that's why he's sitting on the outside at the window. He's known as Daddy Direction and I have to admit he can keep the name."  Lou lets out a low chuckle and I join in.  "Does that mean they get in one after the other and wait patiently until it's their turn?" "Yes, exactly. At first I was a bit worried because Zayn is quite impatient and gets slightly aggressive, but since he gets in first, this worry was completely unnecessary.

We talked for a while until the car came to a stop and Lou clapped her hands. "Ready to meet my foster children?" The fact that she called five grown men her foster children made me laugh so hard that I had to lean against the door of the van. When I had calmed down somewhat and looked up at her, I saw that she too wiped a tear of laughter from the corner of her eye. "What? It's just the way it is. The boys behave like five year olds and do nothing. That's why you're here. To style them and to "manage" them, as Simon calls it. I don't think that he told you that it will be like kindergarten but it will be. You might think they have grown up and could pull themselves together because they managed that during the time they were apart. But from the first minute they did so much crap that you really feel like you're babysitting three year olds. Sometimes I feel like I'm in a zoo full of crazy animals. For example, at the first concert they knocked over a guitar stand and then took apart a refrigerator. The guitar stand got destroyed on stage, the refrigerator backstage in the middle of an aisle. They ran away when they were seen by a sound engineer and hid. So good that we spent a good two hours looking for them. And I am not exaggerating. But now I want you to finally get to know the chaos. I'm really looking forward to their reactions to be honest."

She led me across the huge parking lot of the stadium in which they will perform today and through a back entrance into the backstage area. We stopped at a door in front of which a tall and broad man was standing. He introduced himself as Justin Seamon and Lou explained to me that he was one of the new bodyguards. Then she pushed the handle of the door down and pulled it open.