Foolish (James McVey)

Chapter 2

"How would you be up for playing the role of his girlfriend?" She smirks as I start to consider the possibilities.

"Me? Be his girlfriend? He's such a stuck up snob!" I scoff and cross my arms.

"We'll pay you... and it's only a three month contract."

"How much?"

"We'll see at the end of the months... but let's just say you could definitely buy a better home than this one." She looks around the house, picking out every flaw within her mind.

"So... Say if I did sign the contract... which I'm not saying I definitely will... what would I have to do?" I ask walking closer to her.

"Well, for starters, you would have to go with him to the majority of places, gigs, award shows, radio shows and tv performances. And you would have to be seen together for a few days a week... acting like a couple."

I start to think of things within my head. Yes James is an annoying person but I really need the money. And the other boys don't seem too bad, so maybe I could make friends. Who am I kidding? I never make friends, except for Anna. Evil thoughts were going through my head as the woman coughed slightly.

"So?"

"Sure... I'll do it. But only because I need the money."

The lady smirks then walks towards me holding out her hand, "Welcome aboard Eleanor, my name is Lisa."

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The next morning, my phone woke me up at 8am on the dot.

"Hello?" I say, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, smearing the make up I forgot to take off last night.

"Good morning Eleanor, we'll need you at the management building in an hour to sign the contract and sort out all the details." I recognised the voice as Lisa and grunted in response.

"An hour?"

"Yes. See you then." And with that she hung up.

I pulled myself out of bed and sorted my face and hair out before slipping into my skinny jeans ripped at the knee, a white vest top under a baggy checked shirt and threw on my trusty doc marten's. Grabbing my satchel I walked into town and followed the directions Lisa had texted me until I got to a huge building. Very tall.

"Here goes nothing." I mumble to myself as I walk through the revolving doors.

I reach the front desk and a young girl with sleek blonde hair looks up at me and smiles, looks me up and down then struggles to keep the smile.

"Can I help?"

"Yeah, I'm here for a meeting thing with um.. Lisa?" I fumbled with my words under her harsh stare.

"Right, just go straight down that corridor to the lift, up to floor 10 and it's the room right at the end of the hall." She hands me a pass saying 'visitor' and I mumbled a thank you as I take off to the lift.

That was awkward. I don't know who she was but I get very self-conscious when people look at me the way she was. I like the way I am and the way I dress, but when people do things like that it really gets to me. I try to ignore it, but sometimes I can't help it. Why did I even sign up for this? I'm going to be in the public eye the majority of the next few months. Great.

On my way up in the lift it stops at a few floors for more people to get in and I am surrounded by men and women in suits and posh clothing. I feel slightly out of place.

The lift bell rings when it reaches floor 10 and I squeeze out from the hard stares and walk down to the end of the hallway. The number "109" is on the front of the door and I reach my hand up to knock.