Uncle Simon [One Direction/Harry Styles Fanfiction]

Chapter 6

I spent the rest of the afternoon sorting and sifting through all of my new clothes and puting them into the walk-in closet in my room. My bedroom was much different from the one back home. This one was slightly smaller, buy emptier. White ceiling, walls and floor. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, and a pink shag rug on the floor. A small, pink sofa sat against one wall, and a Union Jack poster hung over it with my picture on it. Next to that was the door to the bathroom, painted  baby blue with darker blue accents. The other wall had a beauty table with some makeup in it, and the door to my closet lay to the right.

Inside my closet, orange light lit the room and picked up the color on the peachy-colored walls. A dresser sat in the middle where I filed all my makeup, and along all the walls were racks of clothes and shelves of shoes. The full-length mirror was lined with pictures of me and my friends, and my childhood cat, Minty. I put the last few pairs of shoes on the shelf, re-alligned my purfumes, and put away a few bottles of nail polish. I put my new bags inside a cupboard and stood back to admire my work.

I turned to my laptop, sitting on the dresser, and plugged in my speakers. I turned on some Leona Lewis, but only got through about half of the first song when someone pounded on my door.

"MADELINE OPEN UP!" I heard someone yell from the outside. When I opened the door, there were three eagar faces. Harry, Liam and Niall. "WE MADE IT THROUGH!" Harry yelled.

"Congratulations!!" I smiled. "I didn't have anything to do with it..." I said as suspiciously as possible.

"Ahhh!!" Liam laughed and hugged me. I blushed and Harry took a step back, disappointed. When Liam put me down, I gave Harry a hug too, and he was happy again.

We went to dinner that night at a fancy restaurant to celebrate with the groups that had past through to the live shows. We had a reserved room in the back, but even then, the room was packed.

I rode to the restaurant with the One Direction boys, and sat by them too. Upon walking in, I grabbed Liams hand to avoid sitting by someone I didn't know (and to sit by Liam of course). But, of course, Harry grabbed my other hand at the same time.

We had a nice dinner. That is, until my uncle announced something I hadn't even thought about. Live shows. "You're coming along with me, aren't you Madeline?" He asked. I nodded and smiled through my bite of alfredo. He continued, "It'll be nice to get back to London, won't it?" I choked. "What?"

"London!" He said, "The live shows take place in London... Didn't you know that?"

I shook my head. "No... I don't want to go back..."

"Oh," he laughed. "I thought you hated it here."

"No..."

"Suit yourself," he replied. "But you'll be missing out on a whole lot."

"I want to go..." I swallowed. "But I just got settled down here... When do we go?"

"We leave tomorrow," I told me. "But, if you like, you can fly down on Friday. The first taping is on Saturday."

I nodded, "I'd like that."

"Alright," Simon said. "I'll go over the rules tonight."

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We got home after 12, and the groups headed back to their hotel. Simon gave me a strict list of things not to do before he sent me to bed. "We'll be gone when you wake up."

On the list:

1. No parties.

2. Not even any friends can come over

3. Be out of the house from 12-2 on Tuesday for Mira to come clean

4. Don't die in the pool

5. Don't crash the car

6. Don't spend nights away from the house without alerting me first

7. No extra men

8. Don't let the paparazi in

9. No fires whatsoever

10. Be safe

I agreed, and Simon made me sign his copy. I shook my head, laughed, and went straight to bed.