I leaned back in my chair and stifled a groan; this is going to be a long flight. I turned and looked at the people around me I noticed that most of them were getting prepared to sleep; now that's a good idea. I look at my phone and notice that I've been just sitting here for over an hour, just thinking about how crazy I am. I turn on my iPod and slowly drift to sleep to the sound of Ed Sheeran's voice...
"Madam. Madam? MADAM!?" yelled a voice.
"What?!" I said, confused at why she was yelling.
"I'm sorry but you have to wake up, your flight has landed. Welcome to London."
"Thank you".
**10 minutes later**
"TAXI!" I yelled and whistled at the odd little black car that was fast approaching me. It slowed and pulled next to me. I nodded graciously at the driver and put my massive suitcases into the trunk.
"Thank you so much, I thought that no one would stop"
"No problem miss, where to exactly?"
"Uhm, I would like to go to Syco, the one where Simon Cowell resides. I have an appointment and I seem to have lost the address", the partial lie rolls off my tongue effortlessly, hopefully he doesn't notice.
"Sure thing. What may I ask is your meeting about?"
"I am starting a music career and would like advice from the best in the business".
"Hmm, what style of music do you sing?"
"I sing any type really, except for rock and punk. I've been told that I sound a bit like Mariah Carrey actually. I can also play the guitar and piano quite well".
"Very interesting, I hope to hear your songs on the radio soon".
"Thank you, as do I" He turns on the radio and "What Makes You Beautiful" is playing, how ironic, I think to myself.
"We are here, good luck".
"Thank you so much! How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing, you need as much luck as possible. How about you just give me and autograph so that when you're famous I can sell it"
I chuckle lightly, "All right, now, what's your name?"
"My name is John Emery, cabdriver, and lover of music. What's yours?"
"Natalia, but you can call me Nat Mr. Emery"
"Thank you Nat! Good luck and don't forget to remember your favorite cab driver! Goodbye."
"Goodbye Mr. Emery, have a good day! Goodbye".
I get out of the cab and make my way into the building. I see a secretary at a desk and stand there waiting for her to acknowledge my presence.
"How may I help you miss?"
"I would like to see Mr. Simon Cowell please."
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No but he would like to see me."
"Name?"
"Natalia."
"Well, Natalia, what do you like to be called?"
"Nat."
"Right then, down that hall third door on the right." Weird, maybe he set it up so that if I ever came there wouldn't be questions asked. Whatever. I get to the door and knock.
"Come in?" I walk in and see him sitting in a chair, hunched over a computer.
"Do you know who I am?"
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Dirty Little Secret (Harry Styles Fanfic)
FanfictionNatalia is a relatively normal girl, except for the fact that her father is Simon Cowell. During her childhood Natalia didn't see much of her father because he was busy and because no one knew she even existed, she was a secret. Natalia also despera...
