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Chapter 8

Shaunee's POV

ღI had finally decided to pause being a drama queen and clean myself up.
Mark was cooking dinner and I needed to round up the boys.

"Okay." I clapped my hands in an attempt to alert the boys....where ever the hell they were.

I walked into the large dining room, hearing laughter emanating from the door.
"Louis? Niall?" I muttered, knocking on the door.

A crash erupted and I knocked harder.
"Zayn...Liam....HARRY open the door!" I kicked the door.

The locked turned and the door creaked open.
My jaw practically fell to the floor when I took in the scene.

Five boys stood blankly at me, trying to hide giggles escaping from their mouths.

Feathers from busted pillows flew around me and glass scattered the floor, as the vases had been broken to pieces.
Paint splattered across the walls, as it was also smeared all over the boys.

"W-what the f*ck?!?" I gasped. "What the....what the hell are you guys doing?" I spat.

Niall burst into laughter. "Your expression when you saw this mess was priceless!" He bent over laughing as my face felt hot.
"Good thing I got it on record!" Louis shouted, camera in hand.

"Your recording me?" I tried grabbing the camera from Louis hands but he held it out of my reach.
"Louis!!! Give it back!" I shouted, chasing the mischievous boy around the room.

"Try and get it!" Louis threw the camera to Niall.

"Haha! Look it's still recording!" Niall chuckled and threw it to Zayn.
Zayn sat up and started running too.

"Zayn STOP!" I yelled.

"Zayn stop!" He mimicked in a high pitched girly sound.

"I don't sound like that!" I shrieked.

Zayn then decided to throw the damn thing to Liam, which may I add, it was still recording!

Liam held the camera firmly to his chest.
"Alright, game over. This is nonsen-" Before Liam could finish, Harry joined in the "fun" and snatched the recording device from Liam's grip.

"Haha! Come and get it Shaunee!" Harry raced around the room....and god knows how he can run that fast in skinny jeans and boots....

"Harry! For real! This isn't funny anymore!"

"Well, I think it is!" Harry laughed.

"Well I think your f*cking annoying, immature, and I wish I never agreed to work with you!" I spit.

Harry stopped laughing. "W-what?"

I looked down and bit my lip. "S-sorry...take that too far?"
Harry shrugged.

"I tried to tell them to stop." Liam put his hands up in the air.

"I was just sitting here!" Zayn protested!
"-Ya know! It was ALL Niall..." Louis tattle-tailed.

"What the f*ck? You started it dude!" Niall called Louis out.

"See? They're you go again." I yelled, causing the boys to stop yelling.

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"I'm telling you....it's like having five little brothers." I mumbled to Mark. It was 11:45, and the boys were getting ready for bed.

Mark out down the paperwork he was working on and looked me in the eyes.
"Well, theirs nothing I can do about it Shaunee, find a way to solve this problem yourself."
Mark went back to shuffling papers.

I frowned. "Mark you don't understand-"

"Look! Shaunee! I've got too much on my plate to deal with you." I stared at him.
He got up and walked out of the room.

Ever since my dad died...I felt like I wasn't normal. I was the only one I knew who was raised by a single mother.
I was very poor when I was little...in fact it was hard to get by. Music always.....was always their for me.

I started playing on the streets to earn tips...apparently people enjoyed my style and I got a record label.
Ever since I've been the worlds most successful musician.
I liked knowing that everyone in the world knew my name.

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"K....we're all sharing a room tonight..." I muttered. Thank you, thanks a lot Mark for this awesome opportunity!

"Sharing?!?" Louis stuttered. "Doesn't this house have like...over 20 rooms?"

I signed. "Yes, but none are for you to destroy. So we're sharing." I threw a pillow on the bed.

"Uh...where are you gonna sleep?" Zayn asked, already making himself at home on my bed. MY bed.

"Woah, woah." I faked a smiled. "This...this is my bed."
"I don't see your name on it." Zayn smiled.

"Oh...oh ok! You don't see a name tag huh?"
I shoved Zayn off the bed.
"Oh yeah! Their it is! The name you were looking for! It was written on your head all along! Wait...what's that say? Idiot." I rolled my eyes.

"Damn." Niall laughed, making a pallet on the floor. "I think I'll take the floor."
"Same." Liam smiled, laying beside Niall.

Louis took his placed cosy next to Niall, and Zayn got up and took the next spot.

I turned off the light. "Night boys...wait where's Har-"

I looked down and saw Harry asleep on the other side of the room.
"Aw...I mean oh yup there he is." I mumbled.

"Ha, he's snoring." Niall snorted. "Shut up." Zayn moaned.

I almost smiled to myself that night, as I looked out the window into the big city.