A Photo Of Me And You -*Finished*-

Working Big To Get Home

"Okay, so we didn't find your hotel. Again." Louis says as we sit in his car eating ice cream.

"Ooh, I can try to call Brandy," I pull out my iPhone and I call her, putting it on speaker and on my lap.

"Good Lord, Mia! Is that you or some rapist!? If it's a rapist I will come and find you and cut off your h--" 

"Whoa," Niall whispers.

"Chill out, Brandy. I'm okay. No rapist," I cut her off. 

"Where have you been? It's been two days and Ms. De Luca almost killed me because she thought I knew where you were," Brandy sighs. "Where are you?"

"Some ice cream parlor's parking lot," I answer. "You?" 

"At the airport. We're about to leave, like in three minutes. Ms. De Luca said looking for you was a lost cause and that she'd leave a note with the London police." Brandy states, "Sorry." 

"No, I can get a plane back," I answer, kind of whispering. 

"Look. The plane's departing soon, I gotta go. I'll see you soon, okay?" Brandy and I say bye and she hangs up. 

I press the "End Call" button. "Well, what do I do? I have no money for a ticket back to Georgia and that means all my stuff is gone. Great." I sigh. All the boys exchange glances. 

"We can lend you the money," Liam says sweetly. 

"No. Nope. I do not accept charity money." I shake my head. 

There was a long silence. Then Niall says, "How about you work for us? Maybe some personsal assistant. You earn the money, it's not given to you, and you have a free place to stay. With us." 

"Even if you do give me a job, I have NO clothes," I rub my temples. 

"Well," Louis says, "We could go shopping." 

"What?" I ask. 

"We go shopping. We buy you the clothes now, and since you don't accept charity money, you can pay us back." Louis says. 

"That sounds like a good idea," Zayn says. 

"I don't know..." I whisper. 

"C'mon," Harry says, "Do this for yourself." 

"Fine. Okay. But I will pay back every cent," I respond. 

"Okay," Louis starts up the car. "Let's go." 

I exit the little fitting room to look in front of the tri-mirror. I turn to the side, looking to see if the jeans fit too tight. 

"Looks good," Niall called. I laughed. The store had been cleared out because of the boys. So now it was pretty silent. 

"Good?" I ask. The boys nod and I throw the jeans into the little pile of the "Yes" clothes as

I walk back into the fitting room. I pull on a blue blouse with white lace all the way down the back and shoulders. I pull on a pair of black skinny jeans. Looks good. 

We shop for another thirty minutes and then we leave. 

"How much was it?" I ask. Zayn hands me the receipt. "Is that a lot? I don't read Pounds." 

"That's about 255 dollars." Zayn answers, quickly doing the math in his head. 

"Oh. Okay," I nod. "Now I just need the job. Then I can pay you guys back, buy a plane ticket, and go home." 

"Well, we can go talk with Paul, see if you can do anything. And if you can't, well just find you something to do." Zayn says.

"I hate to be a bother," I put my head in my hands. "Wait!" I pull out my bag. I grab my little wallet. Inside, is about five hundred dollars. I smile. I put out three hundred dollars. "Look! Done and done," I hand the money to Zayn. "The rest for letting me live with you guys." 

"Uh, how long have you had this?" Zayn asks with a funny face. 

"I just now remembered." I answer. "I thought I had left my money in my suitcase." 

"Well. Now all you have to do is buy the plane ticket," Liam says. "I'll call Paul, see if there's a job available." 

"Okay." Liam says into the phone. "So there is? Oh. Mmhmm. No, no. That's all right. Okay." He hangs up and looks at me, "Do you speak French, Italian, Spanish, or any other language?" 

"Uh, yes to Spanish, some French, and I've got Italian down." I answer. 

"Okay," Liam says. "You've got two choices. Either our personal translator or your the organizer for our interviews, recordings, etc." 

"I'll take organizer. I'm a wonderful organizer," I say as I pull out my camera from my bag. 

"Okay," Liam says. "You've got the job." 

I sigh loudly. "But where will I stay?" 

"With Zayn," Liam explains as Harry and Louis go head to head in Temple Run. "He offered since he has an extra room." 

"Okay," I nod. "Sounds good. But how much does organizer get paid an hour?" 

"Uhh, in dollars, around fourteen," Liam says.

"So, if a plane ticket to Georgia is around a thousand dollars, I'd need to work around 75 hours." 

"Wow. You did that in your head?" Niall asks. 

I nod. Niall smiles, "Cool." 

I hold my breath. First day. First day of heading back home. "Uh. Hi. I'm Amelia Sanchez."

"Hello, Amelia," the lady says, "I hear you're going to organize the boys' schedule. Now, that's a tough job because you've got to work around their daily things. Such as, Louis like to about a good 45 minutes to get ready. While Liam gets done in 15. Understand. Work hard. That's my advice to you." 

"Thank you," I say. 

As I walk back to where the boys are at, I think, What have I gotten myself into?