Melody's POV
“Yeah! So tell me girl if every time. We…. to-o-ouch….”
My Phone, someone change the ringtone. UGHH. I look at the caller ID with frustration.
Oh shit! Mr. Cowell’s calling.
“Ms. Melody Collins! Where are the lads?” He protests with anger and disappointment.
“Were on our wa-”
Shit!
“Harry put that sock off of your hair!” I looked at him while motioning to put the sock off of his hair. He’s still not listening.
Wait someone’s missing in my eyes.
“LADS? WHERE’S NIALL?” I wandered my eyes in the van. Until I found the Irish blonde leprechaun, with a… WHAT?
“NIALL!!!! Why the hell there’s a chocolate stain in your tee?” I narrowed my eyes and frowned.
“Just eatin’ this wonderful stuff” He said simply while showing the Cadburry chocolate to me.
“Here, wipe your hands” I said while giving the wet wipes to him.
“Paul, I SURRENDER!!!!!” I growled in front of him.
“Woah! Listen to me, I this is not a perfect Job for you” He chuckled
“OH MY GOD!” I gasped. Shit I almost forgot Mr. Cowell. I looked at my phone and it says ‘call ended’
……
How am I going to fix this? Being Personal Assistant of these ‘GROWN UP LADS’ is worst than babysitting a 3yr. old kid. I sigh heavily. My thoughts were cut off when I feel m y phone vibrated.
“From: Mr. Simon Cowell
Fix your problem there, Ms. Collins. Be at the studio 8:00am sharp. I expect a lot from you. Don’t disappoint me. Or else I’ll fire you”
this.is.the.stupidest.job.ever
A FUCKING PERSONAL ASSISTANT
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A/N: How’s that? lemme know what you think J
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FanfictionNO JOB? NO MONEY? NO SOCIAL LIFE? That's very typical to Melody Collins. A lazy blonde girl who depends on her Aunt Lou. YES! Lou Teasdale, One Direction's personal stylist. For her life is like a river, just go with the flow. But what if she become...
