Melody

Chapter 1 - the meeting

"Chris! Where are my doughnuts?" I asked over the phone.

I had finally managed to get myself out of that dammed studio. I had locked myself in there for nearly six full days trying to finish recording album, coming out only to shower and get changed. I kind of regretted it. I was starving. I got Chris, my manager, to buy me doughnuts and leave them in the lounge. But I  couldn't find any of them now.

"I left them in the refrigerator . Search properly Hannah, I definitely left them there," Chris replied and he hung up. I got annoyed. That son of a bitch. He had better not been lying. I looked in the refrigerator again. Nothing.

My patience was seriously running thin. I needed my doughnuts. I was going to faint from malnutrition soon. I could feel it. I gave up on searching for my doughnuts and turned around. The sight that greeted me had me both shocked and happy.

Yes, you got it. My doughnuts. But in the hands of four guys I had never seen before. Truth be told, they were actually pretty hot. Interestingly enough, all of them had different hair colours; Black, Dirty blonde, blonde, and weirdly enough, purple. One had a lip piercing which, I gotta admit, very sexy. The one with purple hair also had an eyebrow piercing which was really cool. and they all had really cool tattoos. My blood boiled. They were mine. I needed them.

I walked up to them. "Whose doughnuts are these?" I asked. They stared up at me and blinked. That's when I realised that they had no idea who I was. "I work here, and I'm super hungry so just hurry the fuck up and tell me who those doughnuts belong to," I sighed.

"They're ours," the guy with dirty blonde hair said, when he seemed to get out of whatever trance he was in. I didn't believe them. I actually didn't believe them. I mean, come on, Chris said he got my doughnuts and I trusted Chris more than these boys. But then again, where did my doughnuts go? Someone else must have taken them.

I noticed then that they still had one more doughnut left in the box. I eyed it wistfully. l really needed something to eat. I felt like my stomach was on fire. I thought about asking for it, but then l thought against it and just walked away. I could just get myself something from the convenience store or something. Easy peasy. I just hope I don't faint by the time I get there.

I was almost out of the door when heard someone yell "Hey!" I  turned around and noticed the guy with blonde hair from the group of four guys beckoning me towards him. I walked over, wondering what the hell he could possibly have to say.

"so... what do you want?" I asked. "Make it quick I need to eat," I added.

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I shall introduce myself now, before I forget. My name is Winter Marie Jones. l am fifteen years old. But I'm not like most other fifteen year-olds. I have a recording contract. That is actually also because of my extremely insanely rich parents. But lam talented, if I say so myself. You see that? That bragging. That is one of my biggest flaws. I don't know why, but I keep seeing this weird disgusting need to boast about what I have and stuff. I guess its just this inferiority complex thing. I know I do it, but I can't help it. Also, from the fact that l have been speaking only about me, myself and I this whole time, you can probably tell that l am horribly self-centred. Highly unattractive. I know. I can't help that either. Basically what I'm trying to say is that l am somewhat of a bitch. Maybe I could be nice sometimes? I guess I am. Otherwise my manager would not probably still be around.

l mentioned my parents didn't l? They are crazy rich. It's something I don't really enjoy, because whenever people ask me how I got my recording contract, people automatically assume that I used my parents' money. What they don't know is that I was the one who spent 5 whole days coming up with the perfect rendition if Sam Smith's Safe With Me to recorded a demo track and tried fruitlessly to get someome to listen to it until I managed to get the email address of the CEO of the recod label and sent the track to him and had him listen to it and got the contract. I guess people just assume that every rich blonde is an airhead. Kinda sad, what our world has become. I also have four siblings. They are all really cool and I live them equally. They live in New York while I live in LA with my parents. Since they need some kind of supervision, they have a nanny and a butler who live with them.

I guess that is it for introductions. Let's get back to what happens next.

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He flashed me a smile that made my heart flutter and said, "Want a doughnut?"

And that is how I met 5 Seconds of Summer.

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P.S. The italicised part is sort of the narrator interacting with the reader kind of thing.