They Don't Know About Us (Sequel to Teenage Dirtbag)

Chapter 7

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Harry’s POV:

            “Haz, wake up,” Louis’s voice awakens me from my slumber.

            I open my eyes, almost blinding myself by the sunlight streaming in through the window. “What?” I grumble, still very much sleepy.

            “We have a meeting with Uncle Si,” he tells me, standing up the straight. “Get dressed.”

            I groaned as Louis walked out of my hotel room, closing the door behind him as he left. Throwing the duvet off of my half naked body, I stood up and went to the bathroom. After doing my business and brushing my teeth, I quickly changed into a pair of jeans, Converse, and a light blue shirt. Ruffling my hair and grabbing my phone, I slapped my Rolex watch on my wrist and walked out.

            Exiting the hotel, the lads and I got into the van with Paul, paprazzi surrounding us. The drive to Uncle Simon’s office was short, and when we got there, we immediately went inside. The receptionist told us to just go straight up to Simon’s office, so we did and saw him sitting on his chair behind his desk.

            “Ah, boys, come in,” Uncle Si says.

            The lads, Paul, and I sit down on the chairs and Liam asks, “You wanted to see us?”

            Uncle Simon nods. “Now, you boys are about to start your Take Me Home tour, yes?” he asks and we nod. “Your Management and I were thinking about doing a Take Me Home yearbook. As in, there are going to be pictures taken of you at concerts, signings, interviews, and photo shoots.”

            “That sounds cool!” Zayn grins.

            “Yeah, I’m sure the fans would love that,” Niall adds.

            Simon smiles. “Yes, but we need a photographer. One who would travel with you everywhere.”

            At the word ‘photographer,’ the lads and I look at each other, grins forming on our faces. The same girl was in all of our minds, knowing she was the perfect person for this specific job.

            I grin, looking at a confused Simon. “We know just the person.”

Elena’s POV:

            “You wanted to see me, Jenny?” I ask, stepping into her office as I close the door behind me.