Chapter 25:
As we enter the Syco building, my eyes practically pop out of my head. It's huge! When you stand in the center of the building and look up, you can see the sun shining down, and other offices with glass walls. We went up the glass elevator, my eyes wandering to each level.
"This is humungous." I murmur, jaw practically dropped.
"Wait until you see the big office."
"These aren't big enough?" I look at Harry, shocked.
He shook his head, "Nothing compared to the main office."
"Geez."
The elevator doors opened to the 20th floor. I walked behind Harry all the way to the back where the main office is, I saw 4 familiar faces sitting down in chairs, spinning themselves around. He opened the door for me, and the boys' faces lit up as they saw me enter.
"El!" They chorused.
"What are you doing here?" Niall asked, standing up to hug me.
"What? Like I'd miss out watching you guys get yelled at for your 'behavior'?"
"That's my girl!" Louis laughed, embracing me.
"Pft, please. We all know she came to see me." Zayn huffed to the side.
I smiled, "I wouldn't miss seeing you for the world." I banter to him, pulling him in for a hug. When we extracted, I thought for a moment. "Hm, did I miss someone?"
Cough, cough, "Liam," cough.
I looked over at Liam, sitting politely on the chair, acting like he didn't just say that. "Of course, how could I forget you?"
I walked over to him, hugging him. "Saved the best for the last." He chuckled, sticking his tongue out at Lou.
I couldn't help but laugh, I pulled away from the hug, and soon felt my waist being pulled back. I fell onto Harry's lap on a little black couch. "Sorry lads, but the gal is all mine." His hands rested firmly around my waist, I turned around facing him. He brought his lips to mine for a quick peck.
As soon as we pulled away, the door opened, exposing three men in black suits. I got off Harry's lap so he could go sit around the table with the rest. I just sat there, studying the men.
"Gentlemen, your American headline tour was superb!" A man with too much hair gel slicking his hair back says.
"What a catastrophy! How on earth did you get Paul to use a nerf gun?" A man wearing eye glasses asks.
"He just picked one up and started shooting." Lou stated easily.
"Wait, so, we're not in trouble?" Liam asks.
"No, not at all. You have the fans begging for more! You're on top of the world at this point!" The other man with a slight chizzle of hair growing under his chin exclaims.
"HA!" Louis points at me.
I just roll my eyes at him. "And who might this be?" The man with too much gel asks.
"I'm Ella-"
"Harry's girl." Niall finishes.
"So, you're the great Ellaphant?" The man with chizzle hair under his chin asks.
"Um, yes sir." I begin to flush, knowing that they too know about my nickname.
"Nice to meet you, young lady." The man wearing eye glasses says neutrally.
"Like wise." I smile.
The three men and the boys were discussing about upcoming shows, award shows, and the 2013 tour. I never realized it took so much planning and time to get everything to come together for a concert and tour. I was so interested in their discussions, I was hardly tiredsome. I caught onto every word they said, like a fish falling for a hook on a fishing rod.
Every now and then, I'd catch Harry's eyes on me. Checking up on me. I'd always give him this look, telling him to pay attention. He'd always smile ever so cheekily.
I zoned out a bit until I heard, "You won an award from the Teen Choice Awards." I wanted to jump up and hug every one of them, that's amazing to hear, but I just sat there. Listening. "So, you'll have to make a thank you video to send into them. Then of course, you must attend the VMAs in August."
"Aye aye captain." Louis said in a piratey-voice.
"Ok... Well, that finishes up today's meeting. We'll see you all next Sunday."
"Aye aye." All the boys harmonized.
Yup, those are my boys. My very special boys.
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Haven't Met You Yet
FanfictionAs 17 year old, Ella Parish, was crushed under One Direction's very own, Harry Styles, she never thought she'd have anything to do with them. Let alone, since she has no idea who they are. "You again.." Were the two words she feared the most, not kn...