Management is a Bitch

Chapter 4

Hey just to say I imagine Alicia as Maria Borges (the girl on the picture) ;)

Just looking at him gave me goosebumps, my eyes couldn't look anywhere else, like if he was the only thing I could see, his dominating body blocking my view. I took a step backwards, how can the member of a boyband be so.. Dominating. I already said that.

He lightly laughed at my reaction, "C'mon, it's not like I was going to eat you Madelyn. I was about to ask you if you wanted me to drive you to the afterparty, you seem like having trouble finding a taxi"

I nodded, I must have looked really fool  desperately waiving my hand like a stupid tourist.

Anyway, how does everyone know my name? Is there a rumour I'm dating Brad Pitt or something like that?

I followed him to his car, a black Mercedes. As we enter it, I directly turn on the radio, it's not that I want to avoid any discussion, but it's just in case we come in an awkward state where nobody dares to talk.

Hum, 'he' starts driving, I have to figure out his name and the ones of the others members of the group, just in case one direction suddenly decides to all become my best friends. Unfortunately there's already Michael and nobody can replace him, sorry.

"So," I try to create some discussion, "what where you doing in the fashion show?"

Please tell me you have a girlfriend.

Or your gay, either way it would remove so much tension.

"Oh, it's just my manager that wanted me to go there with the lads to get some contacts."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I can't help but ask. What am I doing

"No, but I believe at love at first sight" he chuckles.

I nod, why didn't I just take the subway to go to the after party? Sure enough it wouldn't have been very chic, but right now I'm stressed for nothing.

I take my phone out of my bag and discretely type in: "One direction" on Internet. I find their Wikipedia page, okay he is not Harry styles we already know that, but maybe he's Liam Payne? Or Niall Horan? How am I supposed to guess?

I look at some pictures of them, okay he is definitely Zayn Malik. How do you pronounce that? Thanks god people can't read my mind, directioners would have already killed me. I keep searching about them and nearly chocked when I saw their salary.

I look at Zayn, he's staring at my phone.

"Oh no it's not like that I just accidentally clicked on a link and..." I ramble

"Hey don't worry, it's just a little bit strange" he laughs.

I nod, feeling really bad and humiliated, because of myself. This is not going well.

We finally arrive in front of a building with a red carpet and a few photographers.

"I'm going to park faraway so the paparazzi don't notice us too much"

I nod and Zayn parks his car a few block from the main event. We walk together and arrive in front of the building. Zayn waves to someone, I look carefully and see three of the members of one direction arriving with bodyguards next to them.

One of them, Niall I guess, screams Zayn's name and hundreds of fans starts screaming. Zayn takes my hand and some of the fans nearly have a heart attack as we all walk to the entrance. Why does he do the that? Does he want everybody to think we're together? That would be stupid.

I decide to not jerk my hand away, I'm definitely not confident enough and that would humiliate Zayn in front of everyone. I'm trying to make friends here, not enemies.

We finally enter and the first thing I see is Harry, talking to an other men. He is wearing a black suit and his white shirt is lightly opened, making his tattoos visible. I bit my lip as my eyes continue scanning him. His eyes finally reach mine, then my hand in Zayn's. I slightly open my mouth, I had forgotten about that. A frown appears on Harry's face and he walks towards us. I try to get off my hand of Zayn's, but he tights it even more.

"Back off" Harry snaps at Zayn. He raises an eyebrow and my hand is free from his. I try to say something but someone puts his hand on my back, I look behind me and of course my manager has to step in at the worst moment.

"Darling you're beautiful! This dress fits you so well, you should be happy you have a manager that knows everything about fashion. Boys, I'm Ms. Fust, but call me Andrea, I'm Madelyn's manager" She smiles.

The lads all present themselves and Andrea decides we're eating all together and we all go seat to a table to have dinner. I'm scared of Andrea, she's capable of anything.

I am seated between Andrea and Louis, while Liam, Niall, Zayn are seating in front of us and Harry at the end of the table.

We all receive the menu from the waiter and my manager orders a bottle of Champagne to share.

"What do you want to eat Madelyn? Would you like to share some fish with me?" Liam asks.

I look at the menu, the fish is for two and it's some sole. I gently nod and we all order, I notice all the lads except Liam are having hamburgers even though we're in a place where the food must be so sophisticated. We give back our menus and my manager tries to fill our silence:

"Madelyn, I have to say again the dress fits you really well, are you wearing the Ralph Lauren's bras and panties?"

I look at her with wide eyes, is she really serious?! I quietly curse at her and roll my eyes. The lads don't really seem to care, I think they already faced that type of obnoxious, stupid and crazy people tons of time.

"How did you find the fashion show? Weren't you too bored?" Andrea asks

"It was fine I guess, we aren't really experts on Fashion so we were kind of lost" Niall laughs, he's really cute.

I take a sip of my glass of champagne and listen to the conversation.

"Haha, but admit Madelyn was more than fine, her cup size nearly doubled the last few moths, and the push up was amazing in the bra"

I spit back my Champagne in the glass and nearly choke, she didn't just say that. I look at the boys, their eyes widen at my manager's comment and Louis's mouth is completely open out of shock.

What a bitch.

My cheeks are turning in a shade of red, I can't stand her. I can't stand all of this. The tension, the boys, what are they even doing here? What am I doing here?

"I, hum I-" I try to say something but nothing coherent goes out of my mouth. "Bathroom" I spit and ran to the toilets.