A Dress And Red Convers

PERFECT

"Honey, please, can you come down!" My mother yelled at me from the kitchen.
I slowly walked down the creaking, steep stairs, and my head hurt from the night before. Maybe I shouldn't have drunk all that vodka.
"What?" I asked angrily as she stopped me in the narrow, dimly lit hallway.
"Now, before you go in, I want you to know that I love you, and that doesn't change that. It's all for your own good," she whispered nervously.
I walked into the kitchen to find a tall, dark-haired, muscular man wearing an all black polo shirt, black cargo pants, and industrial boots.
"Honey, I know money is terribly tight, and it's only going to get worse from here, so I came to the destination after a ton of thought, but well… you'll be living somewhere else," she sighed. .
"What," I laughed. "What the hell!" I screamed slowly. This must be an elaborate joke. "Why me!"
My mom took a deep breath in "Well honey, your behaviour is terribly, and this can help  you, plus you're the oldest of 7, and I can't afford to take care of everyone."
She had to be kidding, that's was funny.
"OK, I'm done," my mom said, looking at the tall man. He grunted and pressed a button on his remote. Suddenly, two other people entered the room. They grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out, kicking and screaming.
They led me to a large, shiny, black limousine parked on the street, placing me in one sat either side of me.
There was a skinny little man sitting in the seat across from me. He had dark brown hair brushed to one side and thick square glasses and a cream vest over a white shirt.

"Oh my god! Hi, I'm Marcel. Nice to meet you," he said, holding out a sweaty palm, trying to shake my hand. "Let me introduce you all, this is Jennifer and Kevin they are security," he said, pointing to the two people who dragged me out of the house. "This is Leeroy. He's yours, coriographer and stylist," Marcel said, pointing to the man next to him. He had bleach blond hair pushed back with a pink sweat band. "That is Paul, he's your body gard." 
Just then, a woman spun around on her chair she had a tight fitting black skirt and a blue button-down top on, "Hello darling," she said, her voice calm and almost soothing. "I'm Veronica, I'll be your assistant. Although he acts like it, Marcel is just the accountant."
I looked around at everyone. It was a lot to take in. I thought I was just like being adopted or something, but no, I had a full-on personal assistant!
What the actual fuck is going on!
"What do I need an assistant for? And why do i need 3 body guards!" I asked well, I actually shouted it.
Everyone looked over at me, rather confused.
"Well, how else are you going to book hotels and make appointments?" Veronica asked, puzzled, "have you seen the fans? They are CRAZY for the band!" She added.
Fans, band? It just keeps getting even more confusing.
"Fans? What band? What is happening?" I questioned.
Marcel sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, ''Has nobody told you?''
"TOLD ME WHAT!" I screamed.
"You were sold...urrr...ummm...I..I mean adopting.Yes adopted by 1 Direction." Marcel stuttered his body curling up like a tourist retreating into its shell.
"Who?" I asked, I had never heard of 1 addition before. They sounded lame.
"WHAT! YOU DON'T KNOW 1 DIRECTION!" shouted Leeroy, snapping his fingers about, "they are literally the BIGGEST boy band ON EARTH!"
They couldn't be that big if I had never heard of them.
"Leeroy!" Veronica said through gritted teath, glaring at him, "Calm down."
The rest of the journey was silent except for the occasional sigh from Leeroy.
"Ah, we are almost their!" Marcel said,
looking out the window.
"Where are we going?" I asked sharply.
"Harry's house!" Marcel said, "He's one of the band members?"
"Louis also lives hear!" Leeroy added.
"Ah yes don't forget louis," Marcel sighed rolling his eyes "good old louis."

The car stopped and Leroy lead me into a room full of clothes, bags and shoes. "Hear, try this on!" He said, handing me a red dress.
"Why?" Could I not just stay in the clothes I was already wearing?
Leeroy looked me up and down, annoyed. "Girl, I'm all for originality, but that outfit makes me want to die!" He walked away shaking his head.
What was wrong with galaxy leggings? My T-shirt had a cat wearing sunglasses, it was hilarious. I quickly undressed, throwing my clothes down on the floor, unzipping the dress, and sliding it on. It fit perfectly. The skirt ended just above my knees, and the straps sat comfortably against my shoulders. Their was a knock on the door, and Leeroy walked in, "Well...I guess that will do, now put these on." He handed me a pair of gold high heels.
"WHAT!" I shouted, "I'M NOT WEARING THOSE!"
"Just try them on!"
"NO!"
"PLEASE, just try them on!"
"FINE" I caved in.
I slid the shoes onto my feet, tightening the buckle at the side.
"OK, now try and walk," Leeroy said.
I stood up but instantly fell over.
"These are ridiculous!" I said abruptly.
I stood up again (this time I didn't fall), but as soon as I took a step, one of the heels broke.
"See, they are useless!" I blurted angrily.
"OK, onto plan two. Scrap the high heels, just find someone you AREN'T going to break!" Leeroy said as he stomped of.
I looked through the racks upon racks of shoes every looked either too posh of too uncomfortable.
I stumbled across a box with 'bin' written on it, inside was a beat-up pair of red convers. PERFECT!
I slid them on, tightening the laces and tying them into a bow, double knotting them. I stood up and walked around the room, the soft shoes pressing against my saw feet, comforting them as I took each step.
I left the room only to be met by leeroy's  hard eyes. "What are those!"
I shrugged and sat down next to Veronica.
"The boys will be coming soon. Is everyone ready?" Marcel asked.
Leeroy sighed. "PLEASE! change your shoes. When I said anything, I didn't mean dig something out of the bin!"
"NO," I said, looking down at them, "I like them."
Leeroy rolled his eyes. "Well, I tried."
Suddenly, the door swung open, and 5 boys walked in.
"Oh, for God's sake Liam, Japan is no wear near Australia it snows their all the time!" One of them shouted.
"Well, LEWIS, unlike you, I didn't get finished school!" Another shouted.
"PLEASE CAN EVERYONE JUST STOP FIGHTING!" The blonde one yelled. He had a strong Irish accent.
"Stop talking about Japan, I don't want to be reminded about Niall's little incident." The tall one yelled he had kinda long, very curly hair.
The blonde one (i'm guessing is Niall) went bright red and hid his face in his hands.
"Boys!" Veronica shouted standing up, "There's someone I want you to meet." She gestured over at me and all the boys went quiet.
"Wow, I didn't see you there. That's totally awkward random." The curly haired one said, "I'm Harry, that's Louis, Niall, Liam, and Zayn."
"What is you're name?" Liam asked.
"Dose it matter!" I rolled my eyes aggressively.
"Well yes, we need to know what to call you," Louis said.
"Freya," I sighed.
"I love you're shoes," Zayn said.
"Thank..." I begun.
"I know right, I picked them out myself Freya was like 'ohhh noo I'm not wearing those', and I was like 'ok but they are so cute they are vintage' and she was like 'eww gross' but I finally managed to get her to wear them," Leeroy interrupted.
I rolled my eyes.
"How about we do some games to get to know one another?" Marcel asked.
"Games?" Louis said, confused. "What kind of games?"
"Two truths and a lie," Marcel said. "I'll go first, I worked in a pizza shop, my favourite animals are cats and I was popular in school."
"I think the last one is a lie!" Niall shouted.
"Same, I think it's the last one too," Harry agreed.
Marcel gasped, "Correct!"
"You worked at a pizza shop!?" Zayn asked.
"Yes, but I was fired after only a day!"
"What for?" Louis asked.
Marcel scratched his head nervously, "Who wants to go next? How about you, Freya?" 
"Umm... I guess. I have 6 siblings, I got kicked out of my old school, and I play rugby."
"You do NOT play rugby, no way!" Niall shouted he seemed extremely shocked.
"Wow, a girl playing RUGBY, what's next, men in dresses!" Harry laughe.
"Actually, I do, I have 7 siblings, not 6."
Everyone looked shocked. Marcel went pale, as if he'd seen a ghost.
"And Harry, high heels, dresses and makeup were made for and worn by men. So it is very 'manly' to wear them," I said, being rather pedantic.