4 boys and me

chapter 3

This must be the earliest I've been waken up all September, considering it was my birthday yesterday and I am now 19. It's currently, 10:30am and I was going to make my way to Simons office in the central of London but he insisted of coming to my, now new, large house. so here I am, sitting in my kitchen making me and Simon a pot of tea before we discuss my career.

I liked this home, Simon had picked for me but I was yet to get used to the idea of living here. I mean, it is quite a large amount of space in one house for someone like me on themselves. I know I'm nineteen years of age and can probably make friends quick so I'll just get one of them to move in with me. I wont tell them about my career just yet though as I'm scared they would only use me for the money. To be honest if I had a good amount of money then I really wouldn't mind but it's the fact of knowing they're only giving you company and advice and making you feel welcome just so they can have some money! I've been in that position before and it doesn't make you feel great. giving money to those who need it does though. if it was a close friend who did this to me, I'd be outrageous but what if they secretly didn't have enough money to keep themselves going. I would always want my friends to tell me the truth about themselves of why they would want something off of me and I would always want a valid reason as to why they wanted or needed it.   

It had been about 2 hours since I was sat with Simon discussing my talent and career. I knew everything from how much money I'd be getting a week to what clothes I had to wear but the best thing that happened to me was who I'm going to be singing with. I am going to be the fifth member of OneDirection. I'm just scared that I get a lot of hate because I'm "stealing" Zayn Malik's place in the band. I don't want people to feel like that but I cant help how peoples thoughts and emotions are run now can I.

I was walking down the streets towards a coffee shop to get used to the feel of being back in London after 9 month. it was good. Not great but it was ok. I liked it. Although, I couldn't help but feel the lovely summer breeze on my, slightly, red sunburnt, legs.  I'd been to this coffee shop before I moved away. It was my favourite coffee shop but it looks kind of scruffy and old fashioned. I liked that stuff but who ever works there must need money. There's a girl who works there, Eleanor. Obviously, she is my friend now. I used to go to this coffee shop for 3 straight years and we'd been friends a while. 'I hope she still works here' I though to myself as I walked through the brown wooden door with a sign reading 'open' on it. I saw her. Her long brown-ish hair with bleach blonde dip dye at the ends, swaying down to the top of her slim waist line. Eleanor, she was still her! Phew. I took a deep breathe and walked over to her, slightly tapping her shoulder, to get her attention and say a long a waited hi.

She turned around meeting my gaze and her eyes looked as if they were literally going to pop out of her sockets. She put her coffee down and looked at me. I laughed to myself because she had to take another look. Probably, to make sure it was me. I prepared myself for what was going to come.

"AARRGGHHH! REMI, WHEN THE HELL DID YOU GET HERE. I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING. YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME! LIKE SERIOUSLY WEE NEED TO CATCH UP!" She literally pounded me with questions. I don't blame her. there were quite a few people in her this morning and after Eleanor's out burst I think we got a few stares. she must have noticed as well.

"She's just an old friend who I haven't seen in a while. sorry guys. I'll get everything to you as soon as possible." She explained.

"hi" she turned to me.

"hi, how you doing" she asked in a sarcastic voice trying to mirror the actions of her favourite actress as she sent me a wink. I laughed. still the same Eleanor.

" I'm doing great but I have a lot to explain and tell you but lets talk about you first. How you been?" I quizzed.

"I've been ok. listen I get off work in 5 minutes so here. have a cuppa t whilst I get my bag and coat and we can drive to my apartment. she suggested.

I nodded to let her know I understood what she said and sat down with a "cuppa t" as us Britain's pronounce it.

I quickly finished my tee and as I was about to stand up to take my empty cup to the counter and pay my bill, I bumped into someone. 

I look up to see, Harry Styles.

"oh sorry, I dint mean to bump into you like that." He apologised.

"It's fine really. Remington. but you can call me Remi." I introduced myself whilst holding my hand out for him to shake.

he gladly took hold of. "Harry" he said. he obviously knew that I knew him.

"so... Harry, what brings you here?" I wondered but asked anyway.

"Actually, I was looking for you."

"Yo- you were looking f- f- for me?" I asked but my voice was barely above a whisper.

he came closer to me and held my arm whilst bending down to my ear. "Yes, Remi. you" he confirmed my suspicion. 

"Why were you looking for me?" I asked.

"Well I heard a beautiful young lady was going to be joining our band and thought i'd come get to know her. you fancy coming to my place." he questioned. he had quite a worried look on his face but also a look of desperation was flowing through his deep brown orbs.

" I'd love to but I -" I was cut off by Eleanor.

" But you're going with him, I don't care what you say plus it's ok, I need to go see my boyfriend Louis. I'll tell you later about him." she said.

"Are you sure?" I asked worried of her answer.

"shut up and go" she said whilst pushing me towards the door.

"hey Harry, look after her. she's my best friend ok"

he nodded his head and thanked her.

I know Eleanor was a huge fan of OneDirection but how the hell did she know Harry and who the hell is her boyfriend, Louis. it couldn't be Louis Tomlinson, could it?  of course not.

"so where's your apartment?" I asked whilst walking towards his black range rover.

"sadly, it's about an hour away" he said whilst smiling slightly.

"It's ok I don't mind" I told him because I actually really didn't mind, at all.

I got in the passenger seat and turned the radio on. we drove in silence. it wasn't an awkward silence. to be quite honest it was comfortable. I couldn't help but keep glancing at Harry and taking in his every feature. How his curls hand loose and the way his jaw line tenses when he get angry at any passing drivers doing things they shouldn't be doing. I looked away as he quickly glanced at me. he smiled to himself.

"like what you see?" he flirted.

"very, mr styles" he blushed. ah! I made Harry Styles blush. killer goal of the year.

"awh! did I just make Harry styles blush?"

"nope, i'm just a little surprised at how confident you are. whenever I would meet anyone they would always just shy away or pretend to be on their phone but you, you're different." he smiled showing his perfect dimples in his cheeks. 

we stopped outside a huge house. Almost as big as mine. Actually, I think it was about the same size. Harry soon came to my side of the car and helped me out. Not that I needed help but he was just being a gentle man.

"My palace awaits you dear" he said, trying to pull of a posh British accent. 

'This should be a good day and.... night'. I thought to myself.