A Summer's Job (1D)

2:"They're Here"

Christina's POV

I can't believe my mom is making me assist One Direction! I don't necessarily like them! I'm not the type of hater that doesn't know anything about them, though. I'm the type that knows EVERYTHING about them. Yeah yeah it's weird but they are so annoying.

I didn't want to complain to my mother, because she hates complaining, saying I should be "Appreciative" and "Positive". I just sighed and said, "Fine."

She clapped her hands happily. "Good girl! Now be ready in ten we're having lasagna for dinner!"

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My stupid alarm clock woke me up at 7:00 in the morning. My 'precious' mother set that time up, saying so I won't get to work late. It's not even worth it though. Work starts at 9:00 AM and I sadly have to interact with One Direction.

I got up, deciding to examine my room. I have hot pink walls, my bed is queen sized with lilac colored seats, I have a connecting bathroom, a walk in closet, a flat screen TV, a radio, a stereo, and my laptop.

I groaned and walked over to the bathroom. I jumped into the shower, and started scrubbing my hair with my Head & Shoulders shampoo and conditioner. I rubbed my body with Dove soap, I rinsed off, and came out, drying my body. I wrapped a towel around my body, and went to my closet.

I put on of black skinny jeans that fit me really well, an orange t-shirt with white polka dots, my orange flats, and let my blonde hair flow down freely.

I have natural blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and plump lips. A TON of people say I'm absolutely gorgeous and that I should be a model. I don't really care for my looks. I had about two boyfriends, one was loyal but moved away, and the other just wanted to get in my pants. I hate guys like that.

I looked around, and remembered I needed one thing. My heart shaped locket. I put it around my neck. I always wear it everyday. My dad gave me it before he...left.

You see, my dad works for the military, and about two years ago, they recruited him back to the base. I was sixteen, and my mom and I were in tears. He gave my mom this bracelet and me this necklace. I miss him so much, and worry about him everyday.

I wiped my tears that were forming in my eyes, and walked out. I grabbed my white clutch, and went downstairs to grab some breakfast.

We arrived at the office, and the paparazzi were already there, taking millions of pictures of us. I covered my face with my hand, which is a habit, to cover my eyes from the flashing lights. My mom pretended to be annoyed, even though she loved it.

We entered the building, and my mom turned to me. "I'm going to take you to your office."

I nodded and she led me through the long hallway, and we finally made it to my 'office'. My mom opened it and we walked in. It was huge, it had book cases filled with tons of books(obviously), a huge plasma screen TV, a big wooden desk with a wheelie chair, an intercom system, a calendar, and a balcony. Yeah, this building is twenty floors up.

I gaped at how big it was, and instantly fell in love with it. This isn't so bad as I thought it was. Plus, it has air conditioning. I turned to my mom, and she smiled at me. "I'll let you get ready in here, and that's it for today. Oh, and you'll meet the boys."

I sighed, not liking the 'boys' part. I am not looking forward to meeting One Direction. She handed me my key, and left the room.

I set up the office, to make it as comfortable for me as it can be. Hey, I'm spending the whole summer here. You can't blame me.

I sat in my chair, and noticed the name tag on my desk. The engraving said "Christina Layford" with a star next to my name. The star means that I'm very important, and I get all this special treatment and blah blah blah...

I groaned, knowing fully well that I get annoyed with this stardom crap. I took out my notebook and started doodling. I drew a girl, and a man who was her father. He was dressing in an army uniform, and he was hugging his daughter. You probably already guess who it's about.

This notebook is VERY VERY important to me. It's my drawing book. The cover of the notebook is hot pink, my favorite color. It has about 5,000 pages. It was a gift from my dad. He knew I loved drawing very much. This notebook is personal and private, and I call 'her' Pinkie. If anyone touches her, they will be brought to hell from me.

I continued my drawing, and became very hungry. I put Pinkie away, and walked out of my office. I went to the cafeteria, and grabbed some grilled cheese and a bottle of water. I looked around to sit, and saw a girl my age, and she was sitting alone.

I went up to her, and she noticed me. She smiled brightly. "Hello!"

"Hi," I greeted back, "can I sit with you?"

She beamed. "Sure."

"Thanks." I sat down beside her, putting my stuff down as well.

"No prob. I'm Lacey." she introduced, holding out her hand.

"I'm Christina." I shook her hand.

"So you work here?" Lacey asked.

"Yeah, just for the summer." I answered.

"Oh me too," she grinned, "err do you like One Direction?"

I really hope she isn't a Directioner. "Uh...no."

She stared at me for a long time, then smiled. "Oh thank goodness! I don't either! I thought I was the only one!"

We talked for a while, then exchanged numbers before heading back to our offices. My first day of work is almost over, I only have one hour left. I guess One Direction isn't showing up.

I started drawing in Pinkie again, not knowing what else to do. Suddenly my intercom went off. I answered it. "Yes?"

"Hello Christina." it was Mandy, the woman at the front desk. She is very sweet.

"Hi Mandy." I greeted.

"You know One Direction?" um who doesn't?

"Yep." I answered.

"They're here."

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