Paul's Niece.

My Room

Jessie's P.O.V

When I walked in I sensed all the boys look at me. Probably wondering if I was going to freak or something. Are they stupid, why would I do that, just because they came third on the X-Factor, they didn't even win...

Slowly, I made my way up the stairs dragging my belongings behind me. As I couldn’t carry up ten boxes up the stairs at the same time I had to keep going back through the lounge and every time I did so the talking stopped. Yeah, because they aren’t talking about me are they. Pssshhh.

Finally I had managed to take all my boxes up stairs and had placed them in the corner of my room. It took me forty-five minutes, you wouldn’t have thought that there was anyone in the house other than me because not one did anyone try to help me. How rude. Sighing to myself I plugged in my iPod to my docking station and All Time Low started blasting round the room. That’s more like it. Singing quietly began to check out my room as I had never been here before, I noticed that there were three doors leading off of the main room, peeping through the first one I realised t was a bathroom, quite a big one to say the least. Quickly I found the box with all my wash stuff and bath stuff in and pulled in to the bathroom before going back into my room and closing the door.

 Next I looked in the door the other side of the room, as soon as I opened it I gasped, it was a wardrobe, not any wardrobe but one as big as my bedroom itself, and I have a pretty big bedroom. Quickly I grabbed the two boxes that contained my clothes and placed them inside. If I’m going to fill up this wardrobe I need to go shopping.

Finally I looked in the last room, once I went inside I began to squeal and jump up and down in happiness. It was my very own recording studio. Looking at the control panel I noticed a sticky note that read ‘welcome to your new room Scamp, hope you like it. I presume we won’t be seeing you for a while so I stocked the mini fridge with food. Have fun. Love Paul x’ Wow, he actually put a kiss. Checking the min fridge to the right of the desk I noticed he had put my favourite food and drink. He was right I’m not going downstairs. Ever!

I had finished unpacking most of the boxes until only my unmentionables, posters and some shower things were left. Just as I started to untape the box with my underwear in, Zayn, Louis and Liam appeared at my door, quickly I shut the box and pushed it into my bathroom.

"May I help you?" I asked relatively quietly and maybe slightly rudely. Oops. The three boys just stared at me, what is wrong with them, all they seem to do it stare. Don’t they know that it’s rude? Apparently not.

Well?" I continued expectantly. 

"Um well, we just came up to see if you are getting on all right. Are you?" Liam asked,

"Of course I am, I'm not incapable of unpacking a couple of boxes. I didn’t need your help lugging the boxes up the stairs so why should I not be alright. Thank you very much for asking, but I have to finish this box. If you don't mind." I stated in a fake polite voice, and with that they walked out and I think I heard Louis say in his accent

"Sassy one she is! Ain't she." Pssh, he can talk, the Sass-master of Doncaster. Ha!

Quietly pondering to myself whether I was rude I placed got some paint from one of the boxes and began finishing to unpack all my boxes and place all my instruments everywhere.  

Not before long I managed to fall sleep, All Time Low still blaring out of my speakers.

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I had to update this chapter and call it a different thing, sorry. :)