Catch Me: a Directioner's Tale {UNDER MAJOR EDITING}

Chapter 2- The One With the Lovers' Quarrel

{CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION, MAY 22, 2015}

Mornings, mornings, mornings: all sunshine, cool air, birds chirping, with the stench of bacon every--- NOPE. I hate mornings.

I turned around to face the other side of the bed and I turned off my alarm. I can see the hint of my One Direction poster from the corner of my eye. Now that I come to think of it, I might wanna tear that down, if I'm gonna be working with them soon.

Yes, guys, I got signed! *Breakdances slowly*

One Direction has always been one of my guilty pleasures. Nobody except my closest friends knew that I secretly loved these lads.

In the poster, Niall was beside Zayn, Louis was beside Liam, and in the the middle is Harry Styles, my future boyfr- friend I mean, oops. Sorry, I'm not sorry. Yes, I'm a Harry girl. Shhhh.

I kept staring on the poster for 30 minutes until I reali- AAAAAAAHHHHHH! Its 7:00 A.M.!

I suddenly remember why I set up the alarm for the first time in ages. I'm supposed to be in the studio, in, like, half an hour!

Note to self: put up an Activity Calendar.

I rushed off the bed and into the bathroom to take a shower, and then back to my room to prepare. One thing you should know about me is that even if I try putting my makeup on by myself, I always am really terrible at it. So if we ever bump into each other in real life and I look like somebody punched me in the eye, don't ask. You know why.

After I dried my hair, I went to my closet and pulled out a pair of underwear and some high-waist shorts and a large white tee and tied it in the front, Cher Lloyd style (outfit at the side ------>).

I hurriedly put my outfit together and snatched my iPhone from my desk and put it in my purse together with my money. After choosing a pair of footwear, I was ready to head off for my first day in the SyCo studio.

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"Good morning," a part of the staff greeted as I walked into the building, "Ms. Alicia Watson, is it?"

I smiled back. "Yes, that's me."

"This way please." The lady started leading the way through the halls and into what looked like the studio. "This is where you will be spending most of your time writing and recording from now on. We have food and beverages right in the cafeteria. Enjoy, and welcome, Ms. Watson!"

I couldn't help but smile widely as I thanked her and bid goodbye before I was left alone in what looked like musician heaven. Only years ago, this would have only been a dream to me. But I'm here now.

The world better prepare.

Inside the gigantic room was an even smaller one-- a lounge. Yes, with a couch and TV and all. And so I see where I'll be writing a lot.

I went into the room and turned on the lights.

"BOO!" screams a voice behind me. And you know what I did. Yes, I screamed and jumped meters long from where I was before I could regain my posture and turned around to see the culprit.

I shit you not, it was Louis freaking Tomlinson. No wonder. My eyes widened. "Louis? You're real!"

You're real? Way to be cool in front of a member of the biggest boyband in the world, Alicia.

"Your...face...you...should've....seen...it," Louis struggled to let out between strong laughter. And in the background, I could hear the laughs of four more.