CHAPTER SIX
Chanel’s POV
The boys stood bickering in front of me about who got me first and who was better and even who had a bigger penis. Meanwhile, I just sat at the table and rolled my eyes. It was kind of funny, actually, watching them argue. Zayn's face was red and Harry's normally bright green eyes were dark. They both turned to face me after agreeing on something I hadn't heard.
"Alright, Chanel, do you or do you not have feelings for Zayn?" Harry asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"No, and I already told him."
"Okay fair enough. Do you have feelings for Harry?" Zayn cut in.
"Is this some kind of interview?! No I don't have feelings for either one of you. Stop the conceited acts and just get over yourselves. I might actually like you guys as friends if you stop interrogating me!" I exclaimed, pissed from the questioning.
"Sorry babe. Do you maybe want to come over to our house tonight and hang out with us and the other boys?" Harry asked.
"If you promise not to be arrogant bastards."
"Promise," Harry and Zayn said at the same time. "Then I would love to. I'm just going to go home first and change into something more comfortable. I can only wear skintight jeans for so long," I joked. "Text me you address?"
"Why I don't I just pick you up around nine?" Zayn asked.
"Sure I guess. I live two streets down on the left. It's a big fancy apartment building. Pretty new looking. You shouldn't be able I miss it." I replied.
After retrieving my phone and exchanging numbers, we said our goodbyes, and I left to go to my car.
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When I got to my building, I pulled around front. I stepped out of my car and handed my key to Luke, the valet parking boy. Luke was one of my best friends. He was the first person I met when I moved here back in June. He normally hangs around my flat when he's not on duty and I love him to pieces. He's also pretty hot too, which is a plus.
I walked through the fancy lobby to the elevators. I got in and rode to the very top. That's right, to the penthouse suite.
There's something you should know about me. I come from a rich family. A very, very rich family. I grew up in the U.S. in a giant estate and I love my parents to pieces but they worry about petty things too much. Don't get me wrong, they love me too and always find time to be with me but they also find time to go to the country club and fancy dinners with their rich friends.
I don’t normally share information about my family because I learned the hard way that people will just be your friend for your money. I get called selfish a lot. People think that because I'm from a wealthy family I get whatever I want and I am self centered bitch. I like to think that I'm nothing like my stereotype. My mom and dad make me work for things and try not to spoil me but they fail miserably.
I worked at my Dad's law firm for the past four years. I saved up enough money to buy car by the time I was 16 but my parents had other plans. They bought me a red BMW convertible. Although it's a little flashy for my taste, I love it. However, I had to say goodbye to my baby when I came to England.
I move to central London four months ago. My parents were more than willing to pay for a year traveling after I graduated and insisted on staying in this over-the-top building. It was a gift from them for getting into a top-notch college. I had worked my ass off all through middle and high school, resulting in being one of the top students in my grade and getting into all the highest ranking schools.
My best friend Lacey came with me to Europe as well. She had a completely different upbringing than me though. Her parents are both teachers in our town's elementary school so she lives a more normal and humble life. For her eighteenth birthday, which was in March, I surprised her by telling her I was bringing her to London with me. I used the money I had saved up car to pay for her share of our expenses. As you could imagine, she was beyond excited.
I slide my keycard through the lock and opened the door. I made my way upstairs to my bedroom and flopped onto my bed. I groaned into my pillow. What was I getting myself into? Hanging out with my one-night stands. Great idea, Chanel.
I finally got up and went to my bathroom to straighten my hair and redo my makeup. I put on a little eyeliner, not too much to look like a skank (that was just for clubbing nights) and applied some mascara and lipgloss. I started heating up my flat iron, while looking through my phone. I texted Zayn my address and began to straighten my naturally wavy hair.
When I finished, I shimmied out of my jeans and into some black leggings. I threw on a grey crop top to go with it. I finished my look with my red converse and headed downstairs. Lacey was lying in the living room, watching Mean Girls with her boyfriend. Lucky her, within her first three weeks of being here in England, she had met the sweetest guy ever. They clicked right away and started dating soon after.
"Hi Lace, hi Jake! I'm just heading over to a friend's house for a bit. Don't go too crazy," I teased.
"Hey Chanel!" Jake said cheerily.
"What friend Chan [A/N pronounced Shan]?" Lacey asked, propping herself up on her elbow.
"A new friend. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow, okay?"
"Sure, sure. Just don't do anything stupid, alright?" She warned, using her best mother-like voice which made me laugh.
"We'll see," I joked, walking away.
I got to the lobby and checked the time on my phone. 9:02. I stepped out into the road, and saw Zayn waiting for me, right on time.
Holy fuck I am going to hang out with the members of One Direction. Two of which I have already slept with. God help me.
