Guess Who's Got Mail? (One Direction)

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

“Come on Bree!” My dad shouted from downstairs.

“I’m almost ready!” is what I shouted back. It was the day of the part and I was in my room getting ready. I was done styling my hair and putting on my makeup. I slipped on my strapless, gold, a-line dress. The top part was beaded with silver stones, the skirt was made of tulle netting and it ended just above my knee. It was perfect for the night’s event. I put on simple accessories to match the outfit. I got my subtle, gold-colored purse and went down stairs with my gold heels clicking on the wooden floor.

“I’m ready!” I tell my dad. I put on my shawl and we got in the car. Our driver turned on the radio and an upbeat song started playing. I know it but I forgot the title.

“What song is this?” I asked my dad.

“It’s One Direction’s ‘One Thing’” My dad told me. It’s very catchy and got stuck in my head. I was humming the tune all the way to the venue.

“We’re here, Bree.” My dad said. As if on cue, someone opened the door for us. I stepped outside and was greeted by flashing camera lights. I guess everyone knows about this party. After all, most of the artists from my dad’s label are here tonight. I walked towards the entrance of the hotel, posing for a few pictures on the way. I gave the paparazzi my best smile and entered the building. My dad soon followed after me.

“Later, I’ll introduce you to the boys. Ok?” My dad told me as we entered the ballroom where the party was.

“Ok dad.”

“For now, go have fun. I think Taylor’s here.” My dad smiled at me. He left me standing near the door, alone.

“Brielle!” Someone called for me. I looked to my right and saw Taylor there, standing with two boys. One was blonde and the other had brown hair. They both had blue eyes. I walked over to them and smiled.

“Hi, Taylor.” I hugged her. I pulled away and looked at the other boys who were smiling at me.

“Hi! I’m…” But I got cut off by the blonde boy.

“We know who you are. You’re Brielle Parker, the daughter of our new producer.” He said with his Irish accent. So, they’re part of One Direction, huh?

“Hi, Brielle. I’m Louis and I love carrots.” The boy with brown hair said.

“And I’m Niall. We’ve heard so many good things about you.” The blonde haired one said.

“I’ve heard so much bad things about you.” I smiled sarcastically as I don’t want to talk to arrogant jerks. I’ve seen so many bad tweets about them that I don’t even want to be in the same room as them. I started to walk away but someone pulled me back.

 “Don’t be like that. We’re not as bad as you’ve heard.” Niall said. I just rolled my eyes at them.

“So, you’re worse?” I glared at them.

“I’m guessing you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.” Louis answered.

“Just get to know us first before you judge.” Niall said. I’d rather not.

“After all, you always say ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’, isn’t that right Bree?” Taylor intervened. I shot her daggers and she gestured to the boys. I sighed and nodded.

“Well, I see you guys are as good looking as they say.” I said, trying my best to compliment them which was hard because I rarely give compliments to people I hate.