Change (Harry Styles)

'ah, welcome boys' (chapter2)

I wake up to my alarm blaring out of across my vintage-styled room. I groan, sitting up in my bed and whack the ‘off’ button my on clock.

I sigh, as I trudge across the broad hallway and into the bathroom. I turn on the shower and strip my clothes off. As I step in, the hot water dampens my hair, and splashes across my bare skin, making every single part of my body relax as the warm moisture hits it. The water also wipes my head of any thoughts about spending the day with these jerks, also known to the public as One Direction. As I step out, I hear my mother and father making racket in the kitchen, getting ready for the arrival of these five boys. To my parents, it’s like the Queen is coming or someone that is actually important.

Again, I sigh, for what seems like the millionth time today, and I have only been awake for, not even an hour yet.

I take some navy jeans and a vest top that has the American flag printed largely on it, and put them on my slim body, matching it with a navy blazer and some red vans. I run a light hand through my still-damp blonde hair, before throwing it into a messy bun on the top of my head. I keep make-up to a minimal, consisting of some mascara, eyeliner and a bit of cherry gloss on my lips.

“Ah boys, welcome. I’m Mr White.” I hear my father announce himself, obviously my living hell starts now.

“Lovely home sir” And adorable Irish accent rings out from downstairs. Okay, I may dislike these boys, but I absolutely adore Irish accents, so, I’m going to have to try my best not to be pulled in every time that member of this band speaks.

The chitter chatter that is flowing between my parents and these boys stops as I make my way down the stairs. I become quite nervous as all eyes turn towards me and my entry.

“Boys, this is my daughter Cassie. She’s going to be your photographer for the next month that you’s are staying with us.” My father introduces me to the boys who all reply a ‘nice to meet you’

“Okay, I don’t know anything about you, so you’re going to have to tell me your names” I state, looking at each of the five boys that stand professionally in front of me.

“Cassie” my father scowls me.

“It’s fine sir” A boy dressed in chinos and a plaid shirt speaks kindly to my father. “I’m Liam” Hey says, extending his arm out to me. I take it and quickly give a small shake, dropping it back down to my side again.

“I’m Harry” A curly haired boy bounces forward and lifts my hand up again, placing a light kiss on my knuckles. Yep; he’s the cocky one.

“hello Harry” I reply, snatching my hand out of his grip.

“Zayn” The one in jeans and a varsity jacket  gives a small wave from where he is standing, obviously noticing that they are currently not my favourite people in the world.

“I’m Niall/Louis” The last two blurt out at the same time.

A small laugh escapes my lips as they stare at each other in bewilderment.

“Louis” The one with the bottoms of his trousers rolled up and a stripy top on points to himself. “Niall” He points to the boy standing beside him, dressed in chino’s and a navy polo top.