London Calling (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 1 - an unscheduled meeting

Chelsea's POV

The first week of my gap year was the Worst. Week. Of. My. Life.

After two days of constant scrubbing my apartment still smelt of cat sh#t and there was a suspicious stain on the right couch cushion. I missed my family, even my sister (weird right?), and my job was a complete flop.

Day four in London I had decided that it was time to find myself a job. I took my Mac to the nearest Starbucks and used the free wifi to search for somewhere that would hire me. I was looking for a job anywhere really because the funds that I had brought over with me were already running kind of low. I found somewhere that paid well for the hours that I would be able to do. The position was an editor's assistant job at a local magazine. Yeah, so it wasn't glamorous but I didn't have many qualifications, considering I was straight out of high school and it seemed to fit well as I was going to go for my media degree when I got back to Australia in a years time.

When I got to the firm, my interview ran smoothly and Mr Monch greeted me with great enthusiasm. A little TOO much enthusiasm, I would have said, though I ignored it because I had finally found a job!

Day five of my gap year and I reported to work at 10:00am sharp, loaded with fresh coffee for Mr M. When I arrived at the small building I discovered that my tiny desk had been placed directly outside Monch's office door, in his direct eyeline. Okayyy, I remember thinking.

After typing up three spreadsheets and four different coffee runs, Mr M called me into his office.

"Ar yes, Miss Jones," he said, " one last thing before you finish for the day."

"Yes, sir," I replied. Actually I'd been praying that 5:00 would arrive for the last, that's right, six and a half hours, so that I could knock off. Ever since I'd looked up and noticed Monch staring at me with those creepy eyes. He didn't even look away when I caught him in the act, instead I was so uncomfortable that I turned away, and this happened multiple times mind you.

I was snapped back into reality by his continued request, "I would like you to pick up my dry cleaning and return it here by 5:30."

I nodded and he gave me the address. I made a mental note to get back as fast as I could so that we wouldn't be alone when I returned. Somehow I couldn't shake the scared feeling that this wasn't a man I would like to be alone in a deserted building with.

No such luck.

Turns out my loverly boss had given everyone else the night off as soon as I left and we were very much alone when I returned. I dropped off his clothes and got the hell out of there, I hate to say that he actually scared me a little.

Luckily I had Sundays off so I had had a break from Mr Creep. It was the start of the second week, after work Monday, and I was feeling like crap about my job and my apartment. The only thing that kept me going was the knowledge that my best friend would be coming to join me in a month and a half and I wouldn't feel so alone.

I wasn't really paying much attention as I made the trek home (shudder). When I did look up I saw a swarm of screaming, giggling girls outside one of the houses down the street to my right. One thing you notice about the houses here is that they're basically all the same. The same thin, three storied building, in different pastal colours. I remembered reading in a magazine that Harry Styles had bought himself a house in this area last year, for his nineteeth birthday. That explained the girls. Half of them where probably trying to spot the whole band together, seeing as they were rumoured to be working on their next album already. On any other day, in any other mood, I probably would have run straight up and joined the group, maybe make a few friends who shared the same passions as me (*cough* One Direction *cough*) but I really couldn't be bothered today. Especially after I'd spent the last seven hours skillfully avoiding the eye of Monch and making sure we were never alone in the same room. I was tired. I just wanted to sleep. So I continued to the next street and turned down there instead.