I hate/love Harry Styles

5. Unexpected

Nicole's POV

"Nicole! We're gonna be late" I heard my father's voice. Great! It's holiday and they don't let me sleep. I groaned pretty loudly. I hoped out of my comfy bed and headed straight to the shower. It's Monday. My father should go to work, I mean now I have to either. It's that stupid deal. Like I even could find a better job. I'd be near the celebrities, making their make up, helping them if they want something. Actually, it would be good. I've always liked to work near my dad. No..I take that back. I still dislike him. I don't hate him now, but I'm still hurt. 

"Nicole!!!" He shouted again. Luckily, I finished the shower, now I have to find some clothes to wear. I changed into some dark, skinny jeans with a fahsionable top. It looks like the London weather doesn't care it's summer. I put on some make up, before I went downstairs. I let my long, brown hair dry naturally, so the waves were more present.

"You have 6 minutes to finish the breakfast. Starting now!" My dad told me. He was a bit mad this morning. Kevin was already ready, he grinned wildely beside my dad. I raised an eyebrow at my furstrated father.

"5 minutes 40 seconds left" He said seriuosly. Is he kidding? He's kidding right? No, he's not. Shit.

"Okay okay. I'm ready" I decided to skipp the breakfast this morning. It'd be probably better.

"Great. Let's go" Wow..he's really a busy producer...

We got in the car, as my father drove like a maniac to his work. There will be a big concert next week, so we went to the reharsal, to a big arena. He didn't told me who's gonna perform. Probably a random singer, or a band. Nothing interesting. Why am I supposed to be there? If there's gonna be only reharsal, then I don't need to make make ups. 

"Am..why do we have to go with Kevin exactly?" I asked my dad.

"It's your workplace now, remember? Even though, the concert is not tonight, I want you to get use to the place, to the situation. And furthermore, Kevin was praying to come, weren't you Kevin?" He asked Kevin.

"Yes, I was. I'm dying to watch Nicole when she screws things up." 

"Kevin! One more word and I'm gonna steal your money" I threatend him. 

"Like you know where I keep them." He said.

"I'm gonna find out, trust me" I looked at him, smirking. He can be quite annoying sometimes. After he met my gaze, he decided to shut up. Good choice.

"We're here" My father suddenly informed us. I quickly got out of the car but I was taken aback by the view. There was already a lot of fan, screaming like hell. It's not even the concert's day.

"Who's gonna preform? Justin Bieber?" I asked laughing. There were only girls, so I suppose it's a teen star. My father didn't say anything, he was just grining wildely. Weird. We made our way to the entrance. The security guy has already (of course) known my father. We stepped inside. It was huge. We were at the backstage. Everybody was running, everyone was busy with something. I saw my father talking to somebody.

"Oh, she is my daughter, Nicole and my son, Kevin. Nicole's gonna work here during the summer. She's gonna make make ups because Sarah had quit anyway. Nicole, this is Mark our director." My dad said. I quickly shook hand with him.

"Nicole. Nice to meet you" I said politely.

"My pleasure" He said, also very politely.

"I'm gonna go 'round the place." I told my father. He nodded.

"I'd told the others that you're gonna work here, so don't worry" He reassured me. 

"Okay, great. Kevin? Are you coming?" I asked him. He just nodded heavily.