Fairytale Gone Bad √

Chapter 2

          I was not a fan.

        That fact didn't make me feel less guilty, but still. I wasn't a hater either. I was somewhere in between. The mustache man and the cane man left a little while after I agreed to do the job, and left me their phone numbers. I soon found out their names: the mustache man was called Abe Carter, and the cane man was Robert de Ville.

        I stopped by the music shop just long enough to quit my job. I didn't say why and I didn't tell them I was leaving to London in three days. In three days, I was leaving my family to move in to a flat in the city. Sure enough, my neighbors were the five boys I was supposed to destroy. Mr. De Ville made sure I got the flat in the same building and all. I was supposed to meet the band an hour after I got out of my flight, which was both scary and exciting. 

     In three days, I was starting the thing that was both one of the best things that had ever happened to me and the worst mistake of my life.

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       *THREE DAYS LATER*

        I was going back to London. Aside from the fact that I was meeting One Direction, that was what scared me the most. I was going back to London. That place held the best and worst memories of my life. 

          No, I chastised myself, Don’t go there, Beth.

          I could barely see anything through the plane’s window. I sighed, reminiscing about my dad’s reaction when I told him I was moving back to London. He flipped. Of course I didn’t tell him I was moving because of his mistakes. It would’ve been a lot worse. I was fine with him yelling and telling me that I was a bad sister for abandoning Ella. That particular comment made me call my best friend Mira, who lived a few blocks away from our house, and ask her if she could take care of Ella for a few months, at least until I could find somewhere else for her to stay. There was no way in hell she was staying with our father. Over my dead body.

          Mira was only a couple of years older than me, but she was already married and carrying a baby boy, expected to be born by the end of January. She was like a sister to me, and there was no one else on Earth I rather leave Ella with. I trusted Mira with my life. She was the only one who stood by me when my mum...

          I shook my head, trying to block those thoughts. I couldn't think about that, not here and not now. An automatic voice echoed, warning that the plane had arrived.

            I was officially in London.

            I tried to stay calm as I collected my single suitcase. I looked around, trying to see any sign of the man that was supposed to pick me up and take me to the flat, but I didn't see any poster with 'Beth Lewis' around. Just when I was about to call Mr. de Ville, a guy with dark hair and black rimmed glasses appeared running out of nowhere, with a huge poster with my name written on it in bright pink. I hid my face in shame, as he ran around with the poster held high. I sighed and moved towards him, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned suddently and nearly knocked me down but I grabbed his hand before I fell.

           This was going to be a long, long, long day.

           "Hi!" he beamed, smiling. "My name is Max."

           "Hi." I answered, with a lot less enthusiasm. "I'm Beth."

           "I know! I'm supposed to keep an eye on you while you're here... hum, working."

         I looked up, probably searching for patience. A very long day, indeed. When I looked back at him, Max was still smiling. I sighed as he asked to take my suicase and handed it to him. The poster was left on the floor of the airport.