The One and Only (One Direction)

Chapter Two

Niall's POV

"Ok... what's the plan for today?" I ask while eating a bowl of Lucky Charms. It was about 10 am and we are all at some stage of being awake. Liam is reading an email from Simon on his phone. "We have that party tonight... It's for some singer... Aww darn I can't remember who it's for!" Is Harry's comment. "It's for Car... Carly something or other, that's who," grumbled Louis who is just walking into the kitchen.

"Yup," says Liam, popping the p. "That's all we have planned for today. Tomorrow we move into the mansion that Simon rented for us. I think that we'll be with somebody else there, at least that's what it says here."

"Isn't there a pool here? We could go swimming," Harry suggests. Everyone agrees so we grabb our swim stuff and head down there. When we get outside, David Guetta and this band, Cobra Starship are standing by the elevators. We all go swimming in the hotel's enormous pool.

At 5:00, we go back to our room, put on our tuxs and leave for the party. We end up being the fifth group to come in so we are early. The second we walk in the door, we all hear this voice over a PA system that says,"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the famous boyband....ONE DIRECTION!" There is a pause, then the voice returns and says, "Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Liam Payne and Louis Tomlinson!!"

Isabel's POV

I spend all day relaxing in my room. At around 11:00, David texts me.

-Hey the guys and I are going down to the pool, do you want to come with?-

*Nope, but thanks, I'm going to catch up on my sleep.*

-Ok, by the way we are going to leave at 7:30. Will you be ready then?-

*Of course I'll be ready. Have fun at the pool.*

At 4:30, I get up and take a shower. Then I put on my pre-planned outfit: a sleeveless royal purple cocktail Chanel dress and a pair of black 3-inch Marc Jacobs wedges. I leave my long black hair loose and it falls in soft waves down to the middle of my back. Around my neck is a sterling silver teardrop shaped pendant on a silver Ralph Lauren chain. I take a seat in front of my rooms' vanity. I also put on my diamond studs. My eyes are blue, gray, gold, black and a little bit of sea foam green. For some odd reason, I just have lots of makeup in case I need it. Often times, I have on nail polish and foundation. I've taken off my nail polish and decide to let the world see my freckles. All I put on is some lipstick.

When I am done completing my check, it is 7:25. I grab my Chloe clutch, my hotel key card, a tube of lipstick, my invitation, my earbuds, and my iPhone 6 in black.

There is a knock on my door. I kill the lights, and open the door. David and the rest of the guys are standing there. I smile at them, and lock the door to my penthouse suite. Then we are off.

When we reach the car, I instantly put in my earbuds, preferring to find solitude in Muse rather than human contact. The moment we pull up to the front door, my jaw drops. Being relatively new to the music industry, I have no idea how to even conduct myself around people who are definitely more deserving of this fame than I am.

I can hear everybody talking over I Love It by Icona Pop. We decide in the limo that Cobra Starship would go in first, followed by David and me last with five minute gaps. They walk in and I can hear them being "announced" to the guests. There is some spattered applause as well. As soon as his five minutes were up, David gets up and walks inside to be announced. This time, there is a good bit more applause. Finally, I walk in. I pull out my invitation, and hand it to the butler or valet or whatever the heck the guy was. He smiles at me, and another guy takes note of my name, darting up to the announcers' box. All too soon, I hear the announcer start talking. I am instructed to step into the spotlight, and start walking down the stairs when the announcer stops talking about me.