Along For The Ride *One Direction/ The Wanted*

Guilty Pleasure

FINALLY CHAPTER ONE, I KNOW GUYS GLAD I COULD POST IT TODAY ENJOY

Chapter 1 - Guilty Pleasure

Sitting English has never been more boring, I looked to my right and saw Harry eyes close and he was snorting, he's friend Niall was writing everything our English professor was saying. I chuckled at the two before the professor notice Harry; he walked over to him and slams his textbook on Harry's desk, waking him up.

Harry eyes flashed open and Professor Moseby glared at him Professor Moseby was a black male, at least 44 years old and though he looked a hundred,  his hair line was receding as well and he dressed like it was still the 60s, yippy style. "Mr. Styles, am I boring you?"

Niall shook his head disapproving of Harry’s behavior. "Umm, no Sir." He responded, Professor Moseby, who scoffed and when back to his lecture. 

When class finally ended and we were outside the class room I turned to the two and said. "You two are pathetic you do know this right." Harry smirked at me, while Niall was digging in his bag for something.

"Whatever, you are coming to Bieber's party tonight right." He asked me, I sighed, everyone been waiting to go to the Bieber bash, it wasn't even the kids b’day yet. "No work tonight you promise."

So Harry and I both work at the skate shop and taught him everything I knew since he was clueless about grip tapes and bolting skateboards, he even learned how to skateboard as well. "Sure, I'll round the girls up." He gave me a kiss on the cheek, we were very friendly. I never saw him as anything but a friend, beside what others people think.

Niall finally took out a paper. "Look who’s in the paper today." I saw a black and white picture of what looks like Tom Parker; he was a nuisance to society that dude.  He was always with the wrong crowd. Harry snatch the paper from Niall and toss it in the trash.

"Rubbish that is and who cares. Parker can handle himself, you get your girlfriends together, we'll see you at Bieber's pad at nine." I nodded to him as Niall pat my back before leaving with Harry.

How the hell did I end up with those two as friends, I'll never know but I love Monday's and Wednesday because of them.

 *

Around seven thirty Jessica came into my dorm, with two short sequin dresses on a hanger. She passed one over to me as she took a seat on my bed. “Zac said hello.” Zac Efron was her boss’s son who was also a model like her. 

“Okay. How was your gig?” Jessica gets a lot of free stuff went she has a shoot with Fashion LA Magazine. 

She sighed loudly pulling off her hot pink pumps; she was dressed up no matter what and that kind of how she got scouted. We were 14, just high school freshman and a lady notice she was really tall for her age and stylish, unlike me who was 5’2 and dresses in ripped shorts and a bands t-shirt from hot topics. 

“Boring, I took shoots with Lucas Grabeel.” She sneered, she was with war with this guy, his dad was a rich lawyer, who own half the city and Lucas was a bit of a snob to everyone but Zac because he had a crush on him.

“Forget about him, we’re going to Bieber’s party, Harry and Niall are expecting us.” She groaned falling back on my bed spread out. 

Yeah, she wasn’t a fan of those guys either. “Bieber, really, why I hate that kid he’s a little bitch ass punk…” she listed many reasons why she hated him, but she leaves out the fact that he hit on her every day in Psychology class and they went on three dates, had sex together and he didn’t call her for a week.

“Look I know you’re still mad at him for treating you like shit but this isn’t about him, and we promise to hang out with each other more.” Jessica worked a lot and I worked too, my job was less demanding though.