Habits

Fresh Start

~Casper's pov~
The driver pulled into the drive of the house I'd be living in with one direction. It looked nice from the outside, white stone, some medium height plants either side of the black door, typical London. Coming from Sheffield I don't get to see things this nice up close often. I thanked the driver as he helped get all of my stuff out of the boot. The frosty air was sharp and crisp but all fairness it was December. I went up to the door and tried to open it to find it locked. Without wanting to disturb the boys I decided to search for another key.
"Under the doormat sir?" The driver suggested.
"No no, this is London, that's too obvious. It'll be somewhere else but just as obvious." I lifted the plant pot to the right and found the key. The driver laughed as I unlocked the door, grabbed both my suitcases and with my guitar case in my back I walked into the house. The driver, Ralph, followed me with three of my other instruments. We set the luggage down on and next to the sofa suite. I thanked Ralph, gave him two £20 notes as a tip, shook his hand and he left. Not long after I got an email from Paul saying that he and his team were ten minutes away with the rest of my stuff. I replied just letting him know I'd gotten there. I walked around downstairs just taking in the house. I'd come from a standard three bedroom semi in the suburbs so this was all new to me. And I was loving it so far. I knew this will potentially be difficult though, I can be mardy and headstrong and fairly opinionated especially when I'm right so if I were to put myself in the boys shoes I'd be pretty pissed off. Not to mention the whole age gap thing. As I turned from the window in the living room, in the hallway of the corridor stood Zayn. Tired eyed, messy hair, and wearing a tank top and some boxers. He looked at me suspiciously and I held his gaze, slightly taken aback.

"Who are you and what are you doing in this house." He asked suspiciously. I snapped out of my star struck state.
"Sorry, Hi I'm Caspar, I'm the creative control liaison for you guys for the next five to six months. Take it Paul filled you in?" I said taking my gloves off and shaking his hand.
"Yes course right, yea he told us yesterday. Hi how Ya doing?"
"I'm good thanks, bit nervous to be perfectly honest, just because I'll be living with one direction. But you know, no biggie." We both laughed. "This is quite surreal actually, I saw you guys live in the take me home tour the other year, it was my first concert. And now I'm somewhat an advisor to you five." He just smiled at me. I took my jacket and scarf off and hung it up in the hallway. Followed by my shoes that I placed near the door.
"So is this all of your stuff?" Zayn asked looking over my belongings.
"Yea the suitcase is for clothes and shit, and the rest are some of my instruments. Paul's bringing the rest. He'll be here any second actually."

"Jesus, how many do you play?" He asked a bit astounded, I just laughed at him. On cue, Paul turned up through the door followed by his team hauling all of my instruments and equipment in.
"Right, hey guys. So, if all of the instruments can be set up in the piano room upstairs, so that's all of the synths and electrical instruments, along with the correct amps and wires. Zayn, which rooms are taken upstairs?"
"Erm, Harry and Louis are in the first rooms either side when you go to the right of the landing. The shower rooms to the left so all the rest down the corridor are bedrooms except from the piano room at the end."
"Right so if you guys want to find those rooms for me. They're all the same size so I want the recording equipment in one room please with foam tiles to dampen the sound, can you put some of them up in the studio and piano room as well please. Then I want another room to have the walls covered in those blank canvases we bought and then my room I want the electric piano, amp and all of my acoustic instruments and stands please. If we can try to get this all done within an hour then that'd be great thanks, and please be as quiet as possible." I felt so professional giving orders like that, and everyone had gotten to it more or less straight away. Zayn looked a bit shocked at both the control and power I had and all of the stuff I'd brought. Paul walked over and shook my hand.