Living with One Direction

Chapter One ~ 4 British Boys and an Irish?

A burning substance upon my forehead results in my eyes slowly opening, and its none other than the sun rudely awaking me. Ignoring the heat on my face I roll over and try to go back to sleep. I hear a knock on my door and moaned, hopefully the person would get the message. Silence is what I hear and my mouth twitched up in a victory.

"Clara get up now!" shouted my annoying little brother.

I sighed and dislodged myself from my comfy bed.

"What is it Alex?!" I said in annoyance, I squinted and looked down at the aggravating little ten year old.

"Dad said that we can't eat breakfast until you come downstairs so hurry up!" he yelled and stormed down the hallway. I rolled my eyes and dragged myself to the bathroom in my room.

I shake my head and turn on the water as the heat hit my body, waking me up. I get out the shower and dress in a grey hoodie, a white tank top and some sweats.

It's Saturday, so no need to dress up. I head downstairs and sit at the counter. I rubbed my eyes and look up to see my dad , Alex, and Frank starring at me with wide eyes. I look at them in confusion .

"What?" I asked with my husky morning voice.

"Nothing," My dad and Frank said in unison. Alex only laughed and stuffed his face with the waffles Frank served him. Frank is our personal chef and he along with Mara help out in the house. I smiled and ruffled my brothers hair, then started to eat my waffles.

"Hey watch the hair," my brother said trying to fix it back to its normal position.

I laughed in response and drank some orange juice. My bed calling my name I headed for the stairs, after I finished my breakfast , but became sidetracked when my dad called out for me.

"Uh Clara?" he called.

"Yeah dad?" I asked hoping this would be quick, so I could go back to sleep.

"Get ready in 2 hours we're meeting my new clients for lunch," he said beaming.

I groaned in response and headed upstairs.

"Yay! another stuck up wannabe," I mumbled and flopped on my bed.I shut my eyes closed hoping for some rest.

*
A loud banging noise scared me out of my sleep.

"CLARA! GET UP NOW WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" my father's voiced boomed through my door.

I groaned and rolled out of bed and went to my walk-in closet. I would just go in what I was wearing , but my dad would just send me back in here anyways, saying it's 'unprofessional'. I grabbed my floral dress and white blazer as well as my beige heels and matching purse.

I got dressed and combed my hair up into a ponytail. I put on lip gloss and a little eye shadow. I checked myself in the mirror and head downstairs.

"Finally I thought you were never gonna make it," my dad said looking at me with an intense stare.

I rolled my eyes and headed into the car.

I sat in the back and decided to text my beet friend, Emily.
*
Me: Hey Em

Em: Hey Clair was up?

Me: My dad is forcing me to have lunch with this new band he discovered.

Em: That's awesome do you know them? Are they cute?

Me: Don't know, don't care

Em: Come on Clair you have got to start dating again you can't let what happened with Eric bring you down.