Living in London

what if...

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What If

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I looked towards Louis as he was driving. Despite what most believe, he is actually a good driver. I feel safer in his car than I do in Harry's, for one. I don't have anything against Harry, it's just that he tends to get excited and take his eyes off the road a lot. And by a lot, I mean nearly every ten seconds.

I shook the capped coke bottle in my hand, watching the bubbles rush towards the plastic. Louis shot me a glare. "Don't you dare open that in my car."

I grinned back at him, purposely popping the dimple in my left cheek. Yeah, I only have one. I'm cool like that.

When we arrived back at the complex, no-one was home. We placed our shopping bags on the table and dropped onto the couch together. I leaned against Louis and he put his arm around me, flicking through the tv channels. It was nice. Safe.

Ever since I'd fallen for Zayn, I'd seen Louis as more of a brother than anything else really. His protectiveness, his way of cheering me up. He treated me like a sibling, and I treated him that way. I was a bit annoyed at the boys though. Danielle had been in London for two weeks but apparently they were hiding her from me since I wasn't allowed to see her. I'm not sure who's rules they were but according to someone, it would be best if Danielle and I had time to 'get used to the idea of each other' before we actually met each other.

Boys are stupid- who knows what goes through their heads.

I looked around the apartment, mentally sighing. I had to find a job soon; I've already payed my share of the rent for three months and the money in my bank account was dwindling. No way was I going to ask the boys if I could set up an I.O.U for the rent or anything, so I had to find a job.

I turned to look up at Louis. "Can you help me find a job? I'm too lazy to get myself employed."

He looked at me, chewing the inside of his cheek. He is thinking way too hard to be thinking about the question I just asked him.

"Well, the boys and I have been discussing this for a while," he began.

Oh joy, they talk about my lack of employment. I must sound like a hobo to anyone who overhears their conversations.

"I want you to hear me out before you say no."

This should be good.

"What is it?" I asked hesitantly.

He lifted the remote control and flicked the tv off- that's when I knew this was serious. I swallowed nervously as he looked at me, trying to choose his words. What if he's going to ask me to leave? I can't move out! I love this place too much... I love these boys too much.

"We've been thinking... we really think you should record some tracks and give them to Simon. We honestly think you have potential, Ari, and we wouldn't tell you that if we didn't believe it ourselves. Consider it?"

I sighed internally, biting my lip. "Fine," I said, eventually, looking down.

"Seriously?"

I nodded at him and offered him a shaky smile. "Why do I get the feeling that you don't want to do this?" he asked.

"Because I don't, really."

"What are you scared of?"

"Giving them my music."

"You're not really scared of that," he told me and I raised my eyebrows at him.

"I actually am," I said but he shook his head.