Words Can't Say What Love Can Do

Sam's POV

I walked up the front steps of the huge building I was now working at. I paused right before entering, and took a big breath. I definitely didn't want to be here. I opened the front door, and let myself in, placing my skateboard by the door. I raced up the stairs, hoping to make it to the top floor in time. I was almost late, and Cody, my twin brother, would not be happy with me if I got fired on my first day.

I took the immediate left I saw, and without thinking I opened the closest door I could find. The first thing that caught my attention was all the food that littered the floor. There was just so much. I was scanning the room, wondering why it was all there, until I saw a pair of shoes moving among the M&M wrappers. 

I followed the shoes up to see a pair of toned legs, then some basketball shorts, leading to a bare chest. My head shot up to see this guy's face. It didn't really help to see that he was looking right at me. I couldn't stop myself from staring, wondering which one of the boys he was. Right when I was about to say something, the door opened and I heard a deep voice behind me.

"Niall, what the hell man. Clean up our bloody room, this is all your rubbish on the floor," the man with the deep voice said, "Goodness, this is like-" He never got to finish his sentence, cause the blind idiot bumped right into me.

"Watch it, keep your hands off of me," I snapped at him. I stumbled forward, and couldn't stop myself thanks to the food on the floor. I swiveled around to see some bad ass poser, who didn't have any balance what so ever, because the next thing I knew he was lying on top of me, "I've known you for what, two minutes, and you're already on top. It's because I'm American, isn't it?"

"Sorry, love," he apologized as he leaned up on his elbows. He didn't seem like he was gonna get off me anytime, and I was cool with that, because right now I was staring into his hazel eyes that just seemed so perfect. "My name's Zayn, and what's yours?" he asked, snapping me out of my haze. 

"Sam," I said, pushing him off me. I stood up, brushing myself off. 

"Sorry to interrupt your little 'thing' here, but what are you doing in our dressing room?" Niall questioned, finally speaking up, using a different accent then Zayn. 

"She's probably just some fan," Zayn smirked.

I couldn't help but snort, I looked at Zayn and retorted, "Haha, not even."

"This one's feisty," Niall muttered.

"Then do you want to explain what you're doing here?" Zayn asked.

"Um, I'm looking for this band..," I started, looking down at my hands, a little embarrassed, "One Direction. I don't know if you've heard of them but they're some gay boy-band."

"You've got to be kidding me, right?" Zayn raised an eyebrow, as Niall cracked up.

"No, I'm really looking for them. Do you know where they are?" 

"You're looking at 2/5 of the gay band right now." Zayn stated.

I looked up from my hands to see if he was joking, but he just kind of looked mad, "You? Really? You  can sing? I didn't England had auto-tune."

"Okay, that's enough. Who are you and why are you here?" Zayn said, taking a few steps towards me. 

I looked over at Niall to make sure I had a witness, but he just seemed in his own world, laughing so hard, he looked like a blond tomato. I looked back at Zayn, "I'm not trying to start anything here, calm you're nonexistent balls. I just need to find One Direction because I'm their new assistant."

"You, are our new assistant?" Zayn wondered, looking like he wanted to punch me in the face. 

"I'm One Direction's new assistant, but I guess that's you," I said, looking him up and down. Zayn started walking towards me, and my reflexes kicked in. I side stepped him and then ran behind Niall. At least now I had a human shield, "Just remember, hitting a girl is still frowned upon!"

He stoped dead in his tracks, chuckled, then walked straight out the door he came through. I turned around to face Niall, "You wouldn't hit me, would you?"

Niall grinned at me, a sweet smile, and followed his buddy Zayn out the door.