Simon Cowell's daughter! (Myles love story)

Chapter One

Kaci's POV
Well it was the start of another normal boring day here in Brighton, I got up, got a shower, got changed into my black skinny jeans and white shirt with my apron over the top. I shoved my lengthy brown hair into a pony tail and put my glasses on over my dull brown eyes. Soon after I had pulled my black nike trainers on to my feet and walked downstairs to see that there was someone in my house. How come I didn't hear anyone, what? "Hello.. who's there?" I asked to the mysterious visitor I had in my house. "Kaci, it's dad, sorry I didn't mean to scare you but I just wanted to ask you something." The voice who I now know to be my father (Mr Simon Cowell). "What's up dad?" I asked, "well, I know that you've always had a dream of journalism and I know you have a secret passion for singing and music-" "So, what are you asking dad?" I interrupted him. "Well if you hadn't interrupted, I was just getting to my point, I want you to go live in The X Factor house for the duration of the live shows as I am wanting an article or some journal kept about how the contestants are handling the whole let the public take control regime." He finished. "OMG dad that would be amazing, I would love that, but there is a problem, what about work?" I rambled. "It's fine, I have spoken to them and I also know that you have watched the show so I know that you are aware of who got through and everything but I have one final thing to ask.... Who's your favourite contestant?" "Rak-Su" I replied, I have to admit Rak-Su make me happy and they are like super hot!! But I was not going to tell my dad that I thought that.
"Well come on then Kaci, let's get you to the house, go pack your stuff you're going to be there for at least 6 full weeks and you'll need some fancy outfits." He finally said but half way through his speech I had walked upstairs and started packing my clothes. I threw a range of clothes in a suitcase; my underwear, a few dresses, tops, jeans, skirts, a few pairs of heels and trainers. I left that at my door and then started to fill my backpack with hair ties, my hairbrush, my charger, earphones, my makeup bag, a book, a journal and a pencil case with my best pens in it. I put my backpack on my back and grabbed my suitcase and carried it down the stairs to my father and his driver. "Hey dad, I'm ready." I spoke loud and clear. "Okay honey, let's go, Joe get her case and take them to the car please." He said. Joe then took my suitcase as we all walked out of my house I made sure to lock it all up and make sure everything was secure before I properly left. This is it off to London I go.