Bad Influence

11. Putting plans into action.

Molly's P.O.V

We had a good time at Nandos, we saw some of the fans, who responded greatly to Liam's new haircut. I loved how they got to meet some of the fans, occasionly they would come up to me and ask for a picture, yeah it was weird i don't consider myself famous, my dad is.

We got in from nandos, it was quite late so we all decided to go to bed.

"Remember boys 8am get up" Liam yelled,

"Okay: We all chorused back.

"Molly you dont have to get up at 8" Liam laughed,

"Yes it's all part of my plan!" And with that i closed the door, this plan will work i have a great feeling of it, and with that i fell into a deep sleep.

***

 "C'mon Molly time to get up" I recoised Liam's voice then people jumping on my bed,

"How do you guys have so much energy in the morning?!" I said as i sat up and rubbed my eyes,

"Just hurry up we're leaving in 20 minutes" Liam said as the rest of the boys exited the room giving me a chance to freashen up.

***

I had settled on my ripped denim shorts, a blue vest top and my red checkered shirt, with my militry boots, i ran downstairs and got into the car where all the boys were waiting for me.

"Ready>" Louis asked me from the front seat,

"Ready" I smiled back and we were on our way to the recording studio.

After i a couple of minutes of driving Zayn turned around to me,

"Molly im nervous, what are you going to do?" Zayn said with worry in his eyes,

"Zayn don't worry there is no need to be nervous everything will be okay" I smiled to him, he didnt look that convinced but he tried to relax.

***

We arrived at the studio at about 12'Oclock, we all walked past the fans as they had no time to give autographs or get pictures as they had to work on the album, we walked past the woman at the wooden desk who didnt seem phased by our presence and into the elevator.

We arrived at the 22nd floor and the hallway was long, we walked down it and into a large room, with a large table that could fit around 200 people on, at the end of the table sat my dad,

He got up and looked at Zayn.

"What are you doing back? I fired you" He said sternly,

Zayn looked at me not knowing what to do or say,

"You cant fire Zayn actually" I said just as sternly as the voice dad spoke in to Zayn,

"And why's that?" He said fake laughing as he started to make his way over to us,

"Molly what ae you doing" Zayn wispered in my ear,

"Trust me Zayn" I wispered back, as he made his way behind me.

"How do you think the fans would respond to Zayn out of the band? How would the album sound without Zayn? What is One Direction WITHOUT ZAYN" I said, my dad wa now stood infront of me, my eyes were burning into his skin, i made a good arguement and he knew it.

"You make a good arguement Molly, you get it from your mother" He chucked the last bit, he had to bring her up didnt her.

"But i've already hired someone else" He said as he looked at Zayn, i could tell he wanted to cry so i grabbed his hand with mine behind my back and gave it a squeeze to reasure him

"Where is he then?" I said, and just on time someone came through the door, he looked like a 30 year old out of work hippie still living in the 60's, he had hair all over his face, his hair was messy, His clothes had all stains down them and they smelled as if he had been in them for days.

"Im here" He said in his deep voice, and we all turned around in discust, giving him elevator eyes, he didnt seem to care he stunk of weed.

"This guy?" I turned around and laughed, my father looked at me in utter shock,

"Yes? Whats wrong with him?" He looked back at me,

"Really? The list is endless" I laughed,

"Well it dosnt really matter, Zayns out Mickeys in." He said as if it was the end of the arguement,

"No Mickey's out Zayns in" I smiled back challanging,

I turned around to Mickey who was either confused or was daydreaming i wasnt entirely sure

"Get out of here" I said, as he looked at me confused,

"What but im in the band" He smiled and turned around to high 5 one of the boys he just looked at him and then back at Simon.

"Get out of here, you're a joke" I laughed, i knew he wouldnt be offended as he wasnt entirely sure what was going on himself.

"Oh okay, bye" He said as he walked out leaving us in the room,

"What do you think you're doing?" My father yelled at me, his face going all red.

"Getting Zayn back in the band" I said sternly looking at him,

"He cant be back in the band" He fought back,

“Why’s that?” I asked looking sternly at him,

“Because he’s a bad influence JUST LIKE YOU” He yelled, I wasnt sure to be happy or upset that i was a bad influence? I didnt really care i actually liked it knowing that it upset him that i wasnt the perfect daughter that he always wanted.

“AND MICKEYS NOT?” I yelled

My father sighed heavily and ran his hand through his hair and looked at me,

"Fine Zayns back in the band" He said, the whole of the band cheered and engulfed me into a giant hug, well more like a bone crushing hug. 

"Thank you so much" Zayn wispered into my ear,

"it was my pleasure" I smiled back, once out of the hug i said my goodbyes and went to the car to drive back to the apartment. I was looking at the nearby streets when i spotted a nearby piercing and tatoo parlor, 

"Whats the harm" I smiled as i pulled into the parking lot, Niall left his wallet in here,

"Looks like im going to treat myself" I smiled as i entered into the piercing and tatoo parlour.