The Horan Letters

CHAPTER ONE

"Red. Give Zayn the red shirt with the black jeans. That'll look good. And keep Niall's outfit. I like his the best. I did really good with it."

I give a huff and search through the pile of clothes for the red shirt I was told twenty minutes ago to discard. Pushing my glasses up on my nose, I pick the shirt out and hand it to Molly, my boss. Well, more of a slave driver than a boss.

"Good. Now go to the back, the boys will be here from rehearsal any minute and I don't want you to be in the way."

"Yes, ma'am." I say timidly. I stand up, throwing the clothes into a basket for me to put away later, and scurry to the back room where we store all the clothes racks and extra tour things. Just as I'm pulling the curtain separating the two rooms shut, the five guys from One Direction walk in. An instant smile lights up my face. It's the same smile I have every time they come around. Unfortunately, I've been instructed never to talk to them. And this job means too much to me to lose over fangirling.

"Hello, Molly, ready for tonight?" Harry's husky voice asks, a wide smile on his face.

"I am. But what about you? You guys are the important ones." Molly says, laughing.

To them, she sounds sweet and nice. To me, she sounds as fake as acrylics on her nails. I've seen her nasty side, and I've seen her One-Direction-is-in-the-room side. This would be the second one.

"But you're the one who makes us look so good." Zayn teases.

"Well," Molly says, clapping her hands. "Zayn and Louis, why don't you go try your outfits on. Liam, Niall, and Harry, I want to see what you think about yours before you try it on."

Zayn and Louis walk over behind the changing curtain which is right next to me. I can hear their laughter and teasing coming through the thick, black curtain.

"I like this tee shirt." Harry says, holding it up.

"Good, it was a new for you. Niall, what do you think?"

"It's okay...."

"Are you sure? What's wrong with it?"

"It's just, all the other boys are in tee shirts and jeans, and I'm in a blazer?"

I can see Molly roll her eyes. "That was my assistant. I tried telling her you would want to be in something more simple, but she insisted. The poor thing was so excited I couldn't bear to say no."

Quite the opposite, actually. I told her Niall wouldn't like it, that the American flag shirt with the bleached jeans and high tops would be a better choice, but no, a blazer and black pants would look better. Thanks, Molly.

"You have an assistant?" Louis asks, trying on his Rolling Stone tee shirt and jean jacket.

"Yeah, she just helps organize everything."

"Where is she?"

"Oh, probably running around somewhere, trying to find some guy to flirt with, or a paparazzi person with a camera for pictures. Sometimes I think the only reason she took this job was to get in the spotlight."

Once again, quite the opposite. I took this job because I knew it would look good on my résumé for any future in fashion. I want anything but to be in the spotlight.  

Then I hear the sound of "'Ello! We're One Direction!"

"Crap!" I whisper shout. I pull my phone out of my pocket and shut it off.

"What was that?" Niall asks.

"Oh, uh, that was just her phone. She has that annoying ring tone-"