She's not afraid (One Direction/Selena Gomez)

Chapter1

I'm sitting in the large living room, feeling giddy with excitement. I want to shout, run and tell everyone who is coming to visit, but I have to wait. I can't pay a thought to the voices from the broad television, which disturbing the quiet air, I can't do anything to keep me busy; I simply can't focus. I'm too nervous to function. My mind is like a disoriented fly; whatever distraction I chose for myself it keeps flying back to the knowledge that I'll see my dad any minute now. The slightly ajar glass door let in the scented summer air and made the minutes less stretched out.

I don't get to see my dad very often and even then our time together is brief. The business he is in consuming his time tremendously, and stealing his attention from the love and devotion of his only child. Nevertheless I don't whine about it even though my dad's job is a mystery to me, because he never talks about it not in front of me anyway. All my brain could scramble about his work is that something illegal might be tangled in, and because of our last name, which is often associated with mobsters, the riddle is getting a bit simpler to me. To be completely honest I can't find it in me to complain about my dad's job, because it is the main reason for us to be rich.

Don't get me wrong I'm not your typical rich bitch of a girl; no I'm more...normal one. All though all my desires will be without a question fulfilled; my dad would always so graciously buy anything I'd wish for - except maybe unicorns since they don't exist. Even so I don't let that privilege spoil my brain. I rather do things by myself and for myself, and usually dismiss the service that my personal driver, chafe and maid are there to provide me with.

Even in school I'm not popular, mostly because I'm not this fake girl with tons of makeup on, yet I'm not total loser either. I call it happy middle social status. I have few friends, with whom I just chill out, go to parties and shopping, but we won't share secrets with one another. I would never even think of telling anything of great importance to them, because they can't keep anything for themselves. To be fair they are experts on throwing unforgettable parties and giving amazingly good fashion advices.

Thankfully yesterday we went shopping, and I bought beautiful sleeveless skater dress that I'm now wearing, which ended just above my knees. White peter pan collar decorated its neckline. The fabric of the dress is colored in light pink that white ribbon around my waist so beautifully dividing. My white wedges nicely completed my look; they made me much taller. I styled my long, dark brown, hair into a messy bun and didn't let myself be bothered with any make up, mostly because my dad doesn't like it.

With the attire I have on I look like a nerd - good girl, which I think I am. I confess, I'm daddy's girl and that is why I have good grades, good manners, read books, and when I was younger I took self-defense classes, learned how to shoot with a gun, and some other interesting stuff. Things I had to learn, aside from things in school, my dad insisted on and usually I don't disobey or object him.

"Miss Montague, your father is here and he wants to meet you in his office." Middle aged maid suddenly announced.

As soon as those words left her lips, I jump on my feet, running pass her through wide doors, which are always opened, across spacious foyer, then turning left. Big brown door halted my steps. I take a deep breath and straighten my posture, before open the door and without a pause walk in.

"Daddy!" I yell, when my eyes found my dad.

I dash to his side and wrap my hands around him. He hugged me back, giving us few moments. Slowly he pulls from the hug and clears his throat: "Hello baby girl! Nice to see you! Please sit, we need to talk."

He points to the dark brown couch; behind it stood half paneled wooden wall, and on either side of it grew short indoor trees in brown pots. I sit down on the leather chesterfield sofa, looking around this sizable room. His office was painted in cream color that nicely embellished the darkness of the heavy wooden furniture. Dark brown wooden decor gives that old, classic touch. The office looked like it was taken straight from the movie about rich criminals.