The Switch (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Sophia Miller is a very easy-going person, thank you very much. 

Sure, she likes rules (they are for a reason), and sticking to schedules (punctuality is key), and has certain boundaries (lots of them, in fact), but she personally saw none of those as faults. In fact, she finds that they help her get ahead in life, and do not, and please note the stressed not, make her a fun-sucker, party pooper, or a general stick in the mud. Nor are her knickers in a knot. Actually, her knickers are perfectly ironed and colour-coordinated with her bra, just in case you ever wondered.

Sophia prided herself in taking on life head-on, grabbing opportunity by the balls, never failing to meet her responsibilities, and damn it if she didn’t do it all with a smile on her face.

There are just two things that really, and she means really, get under her skin- The first one being when people were late.

Which, unfortunately, her sister currently was. 

“Emily Victoria Miller, if you do not get your ASS out here this very instant, I am leaving without you!” Sophia’s hand furiously bangs on the bathroom door of the apartment her sister and her were currently sharing, causing her knuckles to god bright red, clashing with her light blue dress. “And don’t think I’m kidding, because I’m not! I refuse to be late.” She pauses, taking a breath. “Again.”

She really loves her sister, truly, she does. She was her best friend, her living diary, and probably the most irresponsible twenty-four year old she had ever met in all of her own eighteen years of life.

“Coming out now, Sophie-Sweets!” Emily responds, opening the door as she clips her second earring in its rightful place. “And you’re taking the boys tonight to give your dear-old, lovely sister a break to celebrate Matt’s 25th birthday, right?” She pouts for a moment and Sophia nods, letting out a hurried sigh.

This happens to bring us to the second thing that really, really gets under Sophia Miller’s skin: Harry Styles.

Because when her sister says you’ll take the boys? The boys mean One Direction. It just so happens that Emily Miller has the dream thousands of girls would literally kill for. She majored in public relations in college and scored the chance of a lifetime to work as the boys’ handler- A fancy term for babysitter. Her job consisted around going to every press event, concert, and public party the boys might be out to make sure they remained in good light in the public. Niall drinking too much? She made sure he got home alright. Zayn picked up a couple girls? She made sure the information about his sexcapades went without being leaked. Liam got mixed up in an altercation? She got him cleaned up. And when it came to Louis and Harry? Well, they were enough to drive any sane person crazy.

Which was exactly Sophia’s problem ever since she agreed to take a summer internship with her sister.

She had completely gone crazy, all thanks to Harry Styles.

Louis she could deal with- The crazy shopping trips for striped shirts at ungodly hours, the pranks he pulled just minutes before performing resulting in frequent wardrobe teams and the fire department being on hand at all times, and the occasional slip-up in an interview which he pulled off with a little pout, puppy dog eyes, and a sweet ‘I’m sorry, love’.

But Harry? Harry liked to jump up and down on every last nerve, driving her to what she thinks will probably be her great demise- All before she even reaches the age of twenty.

Sophia shakes her head slightly, her dirty blonde hair flipping over her shoulders. “Yes, Emily, but you owe me.” She looks her sister up and down, checking to make sure what she was wearing was the least bit appropriate. Despite the cleavage, she realizes it’s the best she’ll get. “Big time.”