A Summer's Job (1D)

3:"I Hate Him"

Christina's POV

Dammit. They're here. I sighed, "Thanks Mandy, please buzz them in."

I sat in my seat, waiting for them to arrive. What do you say to a world wide boy band that you hate? My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a knocking at my door.

"Come in!" I shouted reluctantly, I should have just pretended I wasn't here.

The door opened, revealing Liam, Zayn, Louis, Harry, and Niall. They sat in the white leather couch in front of me, and stared at me. Especially Harry. He couldn't keep his eyes off of me, and I just wanted to slap him.

"Hi boys," I disguised my hatred, "so I'm Christina Layford and-"

Zayn cut me off. "Are you the daughter of Lauren Layford?!" He seemed very excited.

I held in the urge to roll my eyes. "Yes, I am. Anyway, I will be your assistant the whole summer, so whatever you need, you'll get."

They nodded, pleased, then Liam spoke up. "Can you show us a tour?"

"Sure." I said, even though I didn't even know much about this building.

I stood up and they followed. I turned to look at them. "Any specific place?"

"The arcade!" Louis cheered.

I went up the stairs, looking at the directories. Luckily, I found the arcade in no time without the boys knowing that I had no idea where to go. They ran in, and started jumping around. I sighed. "Have your fun boys. I'll be in my office if you need me."

They nodded, and I walked away. As I was walking, something or someone pulled me into the dark janitor's closet, pressing me against the wall. "What the hell?"

The light was turned on, revealing a smirking Harry. Why am I not surprised? "Hello, love."

"Um..why did you bring me in here? Do you need anything?" I honestly didn't care and just wanted to get away.

"I want you." he said seductively and leaned in.

His lips almost met mine, but I pushed him away. He turned and tried again, holding my waist firmly. I squirmed in his grip, trying to get away from this annoying asshole. "Stop!"

"But you said whatever I need, I get." he whispered in my ear.

"Yeah? Well I wasn't implying rape in the closet!" I shouted in his ear.

"It's not rape if you enjoy it." he winked.

I felt disgusted. I slapped him in the face, and ran out of the closet, as he swiftly came out as well, following after me. Oh joy. I ran faster as he picked up his pace, and then I finally made it to my office. I locked the door, and ignored all his pleas and knocks.

I hate him. They haven't been here for more than an hour, and I already hate Harry Styles. My prediction was right, one of them wouldn't take no for an answer, and make a move on me. Pig.

I stayed in my office for a while, and the knocks finally went away. He gave up. I noticed that my shift has ended, and I started to pack my stuff to go home.

I left the office, and saw that the five boys were sitting in chairs in front of the front desk. Mandy was telling them something. Harry noticed me and licked his lips, winking at me. I almost puked. I noticed Niall glared at Harry. Well thank you Niall.

I went outside, and started walking home. I really need to get my own car. About thirty minutes later, I arrived home, feeling tired even though I didn't do much today. It was all that running I had to do to get away from Mr. Styles.

I hobbled into my room, and jumped on my bed. My stomach started growling, and I realized that my mom wouldn't be home for another hour. I can't wait for an hour.

"FOOD!!" I shouted and ran down to my kitchen. Yeah, I'm not all serious if you thought that. I'm quite ridiculous.

I came to my kitchen and started my search. My kitchen is huge, the walls are red, I have granite counter tops, updated appliances, and black and white floor tiles.

I found spaghetti, and my eyes lit up. I love Italian food. I started setting up the dining room table, and started to cook. I boiled the water and then put the noodles in. I set the timer for twenty minted, then sat at the table.

I played on my phone, until the timer went off. Finally, food is done. I went to the kitchen, and put the spaghetti in the bowl. I got out the gravy(tomato sauce, but Italians call it "gravy") and stirred.

I put it all in a huge bowl, and put it in the middle of the dining room table. I got out the soda, and poured it in a glass. I came back to the dining room, and put some spaghetti in a plate. I grabbed a fork and started stuffing my face. In an elegant-who am I kidding? I ate it as fast as the speed of light!

Suddenly the doorbell rang, interrupting my eating. Doesn't my mom have her keys? Unless it's not my mom..the thought got me excited. My thought: it was my dad.

I ran to the door, opening as fast as I can. I looked at the visitor, and my happy feeling turned into a disappointed feeling. It was so not my dad. And suddenly I felt sick.

It was the boys of One Direction.

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