I'm Going To Live With One Direction? (might be deleted)

Chapter Three

"What?" The disbelief in my voice was clearly shown. 

I starred wide eyed back at my dad, not believing what he had just told me. I was expecting for him to start screaming, anything but not this. I've already prepared myself mentally and physically to get screamed at for hours and a lot more but obviously, not for this. As I looked at Jason, his expression mirroring mine, I knew that my dad was serious. But still, I couldn't believe it. I was sure that he was just trying to make a joke between the two of us again, which always ended in complete awkwardness from both our sides. I've never been close to my dad, even after I moved in with him, but his over protectiveness was always his first priority, so I would've never thought that he'd make a decision like this one.

"You'll be staying with the boys for a while." He repeated again for me as I still stood there with a frown on my face.

The thing is, my dad is a businessman or at least, that was what he'd told me but turns out that he worked for a special someone. Simon Cowell. Yes Simon Cowell, as in the man who was also responsible for a certain boy band, whose member were now, in our house. As soon as the boys and Jason arrived here, my dad called Simon to let him know that the boys were still alive. In this conversation it was also mentioned that my dad would've to fly to Italy to take care of some of his clients. Honestly, I had no idea who my dad actually was, what he was going to do in Italy and what would happen to me, but seems like he managed the part that included my whereabouts. Apparently, my stepmother was going through a hard time so that was why I couldn't stay at my own house. As my dad mention the 'problems' my stepmother was going through, I held the urge to roll my eyes in and just say straight in his face what I thought about his so lovely wife but it wasn't like someone asked me for my opinion, right? 

No one even asked me if I was okay with the fact to live with my dad, I was practically forced to stay here. And now here I was again, not allowed to say whether I liked his idea or not because apparently, my stepmother wouldn't want for me to pack my belongings all by myself. Oh no, she already packed everything and carried them all by herself downstairs, too eager by the fact that I was leaving.

How they even actually came to the point with the boys and me living together? Well my dad needed a place for me to stay at, since my stepmother obviously didn't want me around any longer and Simon was searching for someone to live with the boys who was acting a little bit more mature, there was no really other option for me.

"The driver will pick all of you up in about an hour. Make sure you've got everything out of your room by then." My dad continued on with his rant and all I could do was nod, trying to let all of this sink in. Because quiet frankly, I was going to live with 5 boys together who were also famous and not to mention, my awkward behavior around boys would make things way more, awkward. That was clearly not how I imagined my holidays would be like. I was actually hoping that my mom would call me any minute and tell me that she changed her mind with my sister and me not coming over to visit her. I've tried to call her so many times but all I got as responses were the same except for yesterday.

 I've called her, excitement rushing thorough my whole body with the idea of seeing my mom again after being so many months separated from her. As soon as she accepted the phone call, I started to tell her about everything, about what we would do, like going to the park to have a picnic over there and how it always end up in a food fight, mostly because my baby brother couldn't resist being covered in food but after 3 words left my mouth, she already cut me off. She told me that she had no time right now and maybe she wouldn't even call back. Usually she would've asked how I was, how my day was and how Jason was doing. This used to be our usual conversation, even if it was only for two minutes and she would make up excuses to end our conversation soon afterwards, it was still enough for me. It changed though.