Last First Kiss {A One Direction Fanfic}

Chapter 5 - Why Them?

Chapter 5 - Why Them?

“Mark what’s up man?” Liam asked from his spot on the couch.

“MARK!!” Louis looked up from his phone and gave him a smile before noticing my presence.

“Nice prank you pulled in 2011. But you better watch yourself, payback is a bitch.” He winked at me and had a smirk ridden across his face.

“You remember me? Wait you’re not mad?” I was kind of confused. I was expecting them to absolutely hate me. Not that I minded since I hated them.

“Don’t go all fangirl on us now, love. I mean, you did absolutely HATE us in 2011.” Zayn piped in. he smiled at me and I gave him a ‘yeah I still hate your guts’ smile back.

“I still hate you. Nothing has changed. I was just hoping that you would hate me too so I wouldn’t have to spend any more time with you.” I said mentally high fiving myself at how great my nap comeback was.

“No, we don’t hate you. If we did then we wouldn’t have to torture you into loving us. And it’s not just today that you are spending with us, love, it’s the entire 2 weeks that you are here.

My jaw dropped. NO NO NO NO NO!!!! I am NOT spending 2 WEEKS with these idiotic, pathetic, arrogant, childish, BOYS. I will NOT have it! I turned to Dad and glared at him.

“They are joking right?!” I exclaimed through gritted teeth. Dad slowly backed away from me but I followed him with each step.

“Uhhhh… did I not tell you?”

“TELL ME WHAT?!” I began to get angry, and I NEVER got angry at Dad for anything.

“Well when the school sent us the letter about you working here, they said that not only do I have to fill out forms on how you went, so does my boss. I knew that Simon wouldn’t be able to do it since he won’t be here all the time to keep an eye on you. So I thought the best people to fill it in and write comments on how you did and how you portrayed your school, should be the ones that you are working for…” I just stared at him. I can’t believe he did this! He knows how much I hated these boys. How much I despised them. Why would he even think this was a good idea. It was a STUPID idea.

“Why them why not an artist I actually like?”

“You actually like artists, like celebrities?!” Harry said in shock horror putting covering his open mouth with his hand.

“Yes, I do like SOME celebrities, because they are actually decent human beings.” I retorted.

“Like who?” Niall asked genuinely interested.

“Beyonce, Bruno Mars, Emeli Sande, Frank Sinatra – “

“I LOVE FRANK SINATRA!” Niall exclaimed.

“Great….” I replied acting unimpressed by his music taste.

“Well Cas, they don’t come here so you are stuck with the boys. Sorry! Now lads in the booth we have a lot of work to do!” The boys scrambled into the recording booth and before I could say another word, I was yanked behind the desk with my Dad and a few other guys including Paul, the boys tour manager. “Hit it boys!”

Music came on to a slow melody. A soothing sound with only an acoustic guitar that I noticed Niall was strumming in the booth. Not bad Irish, not bad at all.

I was pleasantly surprised by the boys’ husky voices blending in with the soft tune. They actually didn’t sound half bad and the lyrics would make a normal girl melt into a million pieces. But not me. I’m not a corny, mushy cliché girl like most 18 year olds. I don’t melt at repeats of them same corny material that the boy used to 100 other girls. I was a hard girl to crack. And I KNEW that these boys wouldn’t succeed, so there was no problem in listening to their singing with breaking.

I hummed the melody unintentionally when my Dad bumped me out of my daydreams.

“Like what ya see?” he winked at me as he noticed I was staring at the boys.

“No I was daydreaming” I said without thinking of what came out of my mouth. Dad smiled and was about to say something when I quickly saved myself. “Not about them! I daydream a lot, especially when I’m bored and I don’t want to be somewhere.”

“Can you at least try and act like you enjoy what I do. It would mean a lot…” he looked straight ahead at the boys, trying not to make eye contact with me. I instantly felt guilty.

“Ok Dad, anything for you.” I smiled as he turned his head towards me and gave him a hug. I hated seeing my Dad upset or disappointed. So I had to do this. Just for him.