Chapter One
Stupid little boy band
“I wanna stay up all night and jump around until we see the sun. I wanna stay up all night and find a girl and tell her she’s the one.” music blasted through the thin walls and traveled to my ears, jolting me up from my bed. I glanced at the clock, groaning at the time. Six forty-five in the morning. I looked out the window, the sunlight spilling into my room. I could hear the constant rings from the tall building know as Big Ben.
“Paige! Turn the music down!” I yelled as I past my best friend, Paige, room. We had moved to the city of London just three months ago, and shared a small flat together. Just one of the things I hated about the place was the thin walls, you could hear practically anything if it was loud enough. “But it’s One Direction, Marie!” she shouted back, opening her door, the music becoming louder since it had a chance to spill out of her room. “I swear, sometimes I think you only moved here with me because you want a chance to meet them.” I smirked, shaking my head. Paige had become obsessed with a certain boy band that I had no interest in at all.
“Sometimes I think you just moved here for a job and to take pretty pictures,” she teased back. I picked up my high quality camera and held it to my chest. “I did.” I smiled, stuffing the camera in my bag. When Paige and I had moved here I had scored a job with a company that had stylists work for certain celebrities. I had just finished being an assistant to one, and today, I would be my own stylist and have my own assistant. I ached to know what celebrity I would be styling, there were so many possibilities. “Go get ready,” Paige sighed, surrendering and turning her music down finally. But the song was already stuck in my head and would stay there for the rest of the day.
Once I was ready I picked up my bag and walked out of the flat, walking cheerfully to the small park just a block away from our flat. It was such a nice place to take pictures at. I hadn’t taken many photos for my blog lately, so I thought I’d update it with a few nice autumn pictures. The colored leaves crunched under my boots as I looked around for a perfect picture. Click. Click. Click. I loved when my camera made that sound. I stood under a tree and looked up, about to take a picture of a nest up high in the tree when my foot tangled on something, gravity then pulling me to the ground. I watched as my bag flew a few feet away from me, all its contents including my camera flying across the recently cut lawn. “No, no, no.” I groaned, getting on my knees and catching the few polaroid pictures I had taken in my hands. I carried them around for inspiration if I was out of motivation.
“Let me help,” a husky voice said above me. I looked up and saw a boy about my age kneeling down and scooping up some of the pictures for me. I gulped at his looks. He had floppy brown curls, electric green eyes and a dazzling dimpled smile. “Thanks,” I managed to sputter out as he handed me over my things. I put them all back in to my bag, noticing he still had one of my pictures in his hand. “Did you take this?” he questioned me, his eyes full of amazement. I blushed, biting my lip slightly. “Well, yeah, I did.” I nodded. His mouth hung open in a smile as he handed it back to me. “It’s really good.” he commented. I held back another blush. “Thank you. I-I love to take pictures.” I explained, examining my thankfully unscratched camera quickly and then looking back to him. “I noticed,” he chuckled, probably noticing how extremely nervous I was right now. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around. Keep taking pictures,” he said, turning to leave. I nodded and watched him start to walk away slowly. “Wait!” I called, stopping him. He turned around as I lifted my camera to my eye and took a quick picture of him. “Sorry...you just look so familiar.” I told him. He just laughed and walked away for the final time. I turned on my heel as I walked out of the park too, butterflies dying down in my stomach from the recent incident. But I had to forget it and get my mind set for today. I was a stylist now, I’d be meeting a star today.
I walked in to the tall building of the styling company. I instantly went to the elevators and rose to the twentieth floor, where I would be meeting my boss for my first styling job. I first set my things down in my small office, inhaling the scent of new furniture. I looked in the mirror quickly and combed my light brown hair with my fingers, touching up my lipgloss, and making sure the eye make-up around my dark brown eyes hadn’t smudged. “Let’s do this.” I whispered to my reflection and made the long walk down the hallway to my boss’s double doors. “Mrs. Fields?” I called through the door. “Come in dear!” her crackling voice called from inside. I put my clammy hand on the door knob and opened it up, seeing her at her desk. Wrinkles appeared under her eyes as she smiled at me. “Our new stylist! How great is that?” she exclaimed, nodding her head at an empty chair for me to sit in. “So great,” I agreed, nodding my head in excitement. “Well, lets get down to business. Our new client is very famous. All the girls love them, and I think this would be a great job for you.” she said, scanning over a paper in front of her. I nodded, slightly confused by the word them, but shrugged it off, to excited to care. “I’m sure you’ve heard of them. Marie you will be styling One Direction.” she finally let me know. My smile slightly faltered. One Direction? Who were they again? Oh wait.
“Are you serious?” I asked, not believing this for a second. She laughed as if I was happy to be styling them. I didn’t want to style some stupid little boy band though. I wanted to style someone who was sophisticated, who would agree with my fashion sense. “Lucky girl you are! All the girls would kill to have this job.” she informed me. I wanted to turn this down so badly, but that would look like I wasn’t grateful for the promotion. “How long will I be styling them?” I asked quietly. “For however long they want you. And I suppose you’re pretty enough that they’ll want to keep you. Hey, maybe you’ll get lucky enough that one of them will be crazy enough to fall for you, sweetheart.” she smirked, handing me over a stack of papers with details on the band. “You have a meeting with them in five.” she told me, a hint that she wanted me to leave. I stood up and stumbled to my office quickly. I then sat down at my desk and looked over the names of the five boys I would be styling. Harry Styles, Louis Tomlison, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, and Zayn Malik.
Then there was a sudden knock on my door and I looked up, five dazzling faces coming through the door. “Hi boys,” I said as cheerfully as I could as I stood up from my desk. They all smiled as they lined up in front of me. Lots of Jack Wills, stripes, Toms, sneakers, and sunglasses. “I’m Liam,” one spoke up, he wore a plaid button down, khakis and sneakers. His face was innocent, with dark brown eyes and dark brown hair. Liam Payne, the innocent one. I noted to myself. “I’m Niall,” another one spoke. This one had on a Jack Wills zip up hoodie, with a Jack Will’s shirt underneath, jeans, and sneakers. He had bright blue eyes with brown hair mixed with blonde hair. His accent was thick as he spoke. Niall Horan, the Irish one. “I’m Zayn,” a soft voice said next. He was tan, brown eyes, and black slicked hair. Sunglasses were on top of his head as he wore a bomber jacket, khaki pants and sneakers. Zayn Malik, the old school bad boy. “I’m Louis,” an unusual voice spoke next. He wore a striped long sleeve t shirt, jeans, and Toms. He had jagged brown hair, going every direction, with blue eyes. His smile showed how mischievous he was. Louis Tomlinson, the funny one. “And I’m...Harry.” a familiar husky voice said lastly. My stomach dropped as I choked at the sight of him. The same floppy curls, electric green eyes, and dimpled smile that I saw earlier this morning was looking back at me. He wore the same outfit, a Ramones shirt, jeans, and typical shoes. Harry Styles, the boy from the park. He smiled, obviously recognizing me also. “Nice to meet you guys, I’m Marie,” I introduced myself. “The girl that loves to take pictures.” Harry said, winking at me quickly. Then that was that, it was done. I would be styling One Direction. Me. Marie Shumacer, the girl who loves to take pictures.
