Having Simon Cowell As My Father (One Direction)

5 (part 1)

Clara's POV

We reached the hotel that my dad was staying at and when I looked out the window and boy were there alot of paparazzi. We both got out of the limo and entered the plaza. Ok this is amazing.  "Um no no no there can't be paps. I mean Louis, why did you have to give that girl your carrot, and ask for it back?" woah that sounded like Liam Payne from One Direction. I decided to have a look and it was Liam from One Direction. I decided to call my dad. I dialed his number quickly and waited for him to pick up. "Ok boys I will be busy for a little bit today. So be on your best behaviors.*riing riing* Who could that be?" My dad answered with his this is Simon Cowell speaking. I started to walk into the room that One Direction was in. "Hi daddy. Turn around." He turned around and all of the boys were staying. "Mercy good you showed up. How was school?" I rolled my eyes and sat on the couch. "Yeah it sucked. Good thing this is my last year in High School. I swear if I ever step foot in that freaking High School after I graduate, oh wait I won't. Raven it's ok come in here." She came into the room with a white face. "Um my mom needs me at home for my little brother. Gotta go." She ran back out of the room. Great left alone with british people. "Mercy, I'm afraid we have to leave to England in two weeks time." "Okay. The sooner the better!" "And today, you have to get to know the boys so you all can be friends." I stood up with that one and so did the rest of the boys. I still had sunglasses on for what ever reasons. I pulled them off and sat back down. "How long until your done with work?" I said rubbing my temples. "Great so I'll leave you guys alone. Have fun." He kissed my forehead and went out of the room. I stood up in front of the boys and stared at them head to toe. Then I came closer. "If you get me on ANY freaking magazine, I will skin you alive. Hunter style." I said making myself clear. I grabbed my purse and got my straight iron out of it. I made an evil grin and stared at Harry. "Harold Edward Styles. It would be ashame if your curls were caused in an accident of being straightened." His eyes grew wide. "LIAM, GRAB HIS RIGHT ARM, NIALL HIS LEFT. ZAYN GRAB HIS LEFT FOOT AND LOUIS, GRAB HIS RIGHT FOOT!! Harry, your curls die today." I started laughing at Harry who was pinned down. I laid my head on his chest and pulled out my phone. "Everyone say CHEESE!" we all screamed cheese and I snapped the photo. "This is going on Twitter. hahahaha!" I just kept laughing. I calmed down and looked at Harry. "You thought I would straighten those curls?" He nodded. "Well your wrong. Louis is going to do it!" Louis gladly took the flat iron and started messing up his hair. "hahahahaha!" I yelled as I sat on his right foot. After about ten minutes, Harry's hair was all straightened. "Oh My Glob!!! You son of a BleeBlob!!! I burned my flipping finger........OW!!!!!!!!! IT BURNS!!!!!!" I said after I accidently put my finger on the flat iron. "Wait I'm hungry. Anyone got a carrot or other foods??" I asked as I got up.