*Sam’s POV*
*A few days later at the studio*
Niall and I were making music in my room, strumming guitars and singing parts of songs that pop into our heads, when we hear a door slam shut and yelling.
“I can’t believe you!” I hear Lou shout, not caring who heard.
“You are 21 Louis! You need to look like it!” I hear Monica yell back.
“Is it? Or are you too ashamed to tell people that you work for someone who’s… What… 50 years younger?” Lou barks back. By now, Niall and I have stopped and listen carefully.
“Sassy Loui,” Niall snaps. I giggle but soon go back to listening.
“I can break anyone I want! Maybe I should go change that Irish lad of yours next! I don’t want to hear you!” Monica shouts.
“Really? What do you not want to hear? That you for once can’t change a person to exactly what you want them to be? Or that I act like a five year old? Well at least I have guts to act like it!” he shouts.
“Oh grow up Louis!” she fires back. As quickly as the fight started, it ended. Niall and I hear footsteps and, fearing it was Monica, we pick up our guitars and start playing random songs. To our relief, Lou walks in. He wore a black suit with a burgundy shirt underneath. His hair was spiked up in a quiff, just a tad bit shorter. His cheeks were still flushed with anger.
“Hey what happened?” Niall asks.
“Oh Monica being a b*tch again. She tried to change me into an ‘adult’.” He snorts. “Can you believe her? The stupidity these days.”
“I thought Uncle Simon would be back by now!” Niall complains.
“Wait so what did she try to do?” I ask.
“Well I showed up a bit earlier today because Cuppa Tea-sdale (Aka Lou Teasdale) called and said she wanted me to come in a bit early for me to try some clothes on and stuff. I realized that it wasn’t trying on clothes like she said by the time she sat me down in… the chair,” Lou explains, referring to the “Haircut chair”.
“Duh duh dum!” Niall said, trying to sound like dramatic music but failing.
“Yeah,” Lou chuckles “anyways, I kept dropping hints that I knew. But she wouldn’t listen and kept working. So when she was done, I demanded to know what the h*ll was going on and she told everything. Monica thought I was too ‘childish’ and I needed to act, and look, like a 21 year old. So I hunted Monica down and…well you know the rest.”
“That’s stupid,” Niall pouts. “We’re not kids…Ooo! A juicebox!”
“Yeah,” Lou says “but don’t worry. This guy comes prepared.” I was about to ask what when LOU slides down his pants.
“Eww! Gross!” Niall and I squeal, shielding our eyes.
“Don’t worry!” Lou said. “You can look. I promise.” I peeked through my eyes and saw normal Loui. Striped shirt, red pants, and TOMS. Lou takes a seat on the edge of the platform that supports my bed next to Niall. “You better be careful, Nialler. If she means it, she’ll come after you. She hates all of us. She especially hates us lads.”
“I’m gonna go talk to Teasdale,” I say, standing up. “It’s best you stay here Niall, while Monica is still on her rampage.” I close the door softly behind me. I navigate through the twists and turns of the huge building. I knock softly on the door.
“Come in!” a cheery voice answers. I open the door and find Teasdale sweeping the floor. “Well hello!” She said “Sam, correct?” I nod. “Come!” she says and I sit on a chair, spinning myself around.
“Hey Lou,” I say. She puts the broom down and sits next to me.
“Loui sent you didn’t he?” She asks. I shake my head.
“It’s part of the reason,” I say “What happened this morning. I want to know everything.”
“Ah!” She says standing up. “Well Monica called me last night and told me she wanted me to ‘remake’ Loui. I tried to say no but she threatened everything. My job, my reputation, my whole life. So I was forced to say yes. She told me everything to say, what to say and when to say it. She knows Lou and I are friends so he would be less suspicious. It was hard but I did what Monica told me to do.” She got to a pet crate, pulled it open, and pulled out a gray kitten with white marking on her legs and chest. “She said something about things like this happening again and told me to be ready. I know she wants to change them all. Zayn, Loui, Liam, Harry and Nialler. But Simon has to come back soon.”
“That’s great but what’s with the cat?” I ask.
“O! Harry needs a haircut!” She says. She puts the cat on the floor and says “go find Harry” and opens the door. The cat bounds out, as if set on a mission. I give her a crazy look and she laughs. “They all hate haircuts…Well except Zayn but you know how that goes.” We talk for a while until we hear Harry’s deep voice, the purring of a cat and the shuffling of jeans. “Go hurry!” She ushers me to a desk where I hide under.
“Come here pussy! Come to Hazza!” Harry coos, crawling on his hands and knees. The cat lays a few paces ahead of him, her tail tickling his nose, as she proudly walks along.
“Hey Harry,” Lou says, closing the door “I see you met Ally!” He looks like a deer caught in the headlights. “Take a seat!” She says. I try to hold back giggles. Oh Harry. The only person who gets tricked by a cat. I hear him grumble “Never trust a cat.”
“What if I don’t want to?” He says, crossing his arms like a five year old. Lou sighs and picks him up and sits him in the chair. He tries to get up but Lou puts the kitten and he starts to pet it.
“Who’s a pretty pussy? Yes you are! Yes you are!” he says, lifting the cat up.
*Niall’s POV*
As soon as Sam closes the door, Lou turns to me like a little schoolgirl.
“Soo…” he says. “How’s you and Sam?” he asks.
“Good. Our one month anniversary is coming up tomorrow and-“ Lou cuts me off.
“What did you get her?” he asks.
“Erm… Nothing yet,” I say sheepishly.
“WHAT?!” Lou shouts.
“Well I want to get her something special. Like her. But nothing seems just right. And I don’t want anything someone can go out and get another.” I sigh.
“Ok I know what you need.” Lou says “On the bed!” I start to protest but he cuts me off again “Come on! I can’t sit around here all day!” I hop up on to the bed and lay down. I bury myself in the mound of pillows. I grab a football shaped one and hold it close. Lou leans on the bed’s headboard.
“So what do you like about her?” he asks, pulling out a clipboard.
“She’s perfect,” I sigh.
“Perfect. Got it.” He says, scribbling on the clipboard.
“But not too perfect,” I say.
“Not perfect. Got it.” He says “so what do you like about her specifically?”
“Well every time she looks at me, my heart stops. I never felt like this before. Every kiss, it gets sweeter. It’s like watching a beautiful sunset when I look in her eyes. They make it look like the stars aren’t shining. Her laugh is so pretty even though she says it’s not. She’s so pretty. If she let me, I would play with her hair all day. I love it the way she lets me use her as a teddy bear at night. When I don’t feel well or I ate too much, she’s the one who sends me up to my room and tucks me in. She makes me go weak at the knees and I can’t breathe. I love it when we try to make food together and fail. I love when she would pass me notes all the time during class. I really want to see her ride. Every night I dream about her, cantering on a horse, her hair blowing and her beautiful smile.”
“ok I got it!” Lou says jumping up “You my friend need to sing her a song!”
“What song?” I say, sitting up.
“I got a PERFECT idea,” he says, handing me a guitar.
