The Horan Letters

Chapter Three

"And where the hell have you been?" Molly demands the second I walk through the door.

"And nice to see you too. How was your four hour lunch?" I smirk, shocking myself with my attitude.

"Don't get an attitude with me. I am your boss, just remember that." She says, her eyes narrowing.

"Technically the boys are."

I throw myself onto the couch and pull out my phone, seeing a message from Niall on my blog.

"So that's where you were? With them? Even after I told you that you weren't allowed to talk to them?"

I look up at her and just nod. I realize just how annoying her American accent is. And how annoying they way she crosses her arms and slumps over, sticking her head out a little like some retarded animal or something. Oh, how about the way she narrows her eyes at me, making her look like a snake or something. Wow, what has gotten into me?

"Well, why I go apologize for your behavior, you stay here and pack everything up. And clean up this mess too."

I jump up, throwing my arms out a little.

"But I already cleaned everything. And how do you expect me to move everything by myself?"

She shrugs. "Figure it out."

She whirls around and begins walking out before she stops halfway to the door.

"Oh, you missed as spot."

She turns around and turns over an entire rack, spilling clothes everywhere. The legs of the rack catch on one of the tables, turning over make up and spilling powders all over the floor. She turns around and knocks over one of the giant tour suitcases, more clothes piling out. By the time she finally leaves, two trash cans have been over turned, two more clothes racks, and a thing of makeup, which spilled powder and liquids all over the place.

Molly pauses at the door and flashes a fake smile.

"Oops! Have fun!"

With that, she turns around and flounces out the door, leaving me to the disaster.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I mumble, staring in shock at the destroyed room. This will take me hours to clean up, and it's already six o'clock.

My cellphone dings and I turn away from the mess for a moment to check it. A text from Niall appears, saying its him and asking how things are going.

Not very good.  I text. Molly was pissed when I came back. She left an entire mess for me to clean up. More like a disaster zone.

Oh no! Is it bad? He texts back.

I quickly take a picture and send it to him.

No, not bad at all lol. This will only take me like seven hours

Be right there.

I chuckle and throw my phone on the couch and begin working. Part of me wishes that they really will come, but another part doesn't want to be selfish like that. Oh, well. Guess this will be a good time to listen to music and have some alone time without the tyrant.

{NIALL}

Five minutes after Sky sent me that picture, I'm opening the door, well more like pushing it since something is blocking it, to the dressing room. Loud music blares from inside.

"Hello?" I call out, eyeing the room. It looks ten times worse in person.

"Did you die?" Harry calls, pushing the door farther open and walking inside.