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Chapter Two

"And the tears come streaming down your face, when you lose something you can't replace"

Fix You - Coldplay

-Hayden-

The light from my window came streaming down onto my face, waking me up a good thirty minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off.  I lay there, lost in my thoughts for what seems to be the millionth time this week.  After I signed that damned contract last night, they finally announced to me who the artist was.  Now I see why, because there is no way on this planet I would have signed that contract knowing I was supposed to be a social media bodyguard for One-fucking-Direction.

After dad took his hands off my eyes to allow me to see their photo across the screen in the "media room" last night, it took all my energy to smile and act excited.  I mean duh I was excited, I was getting paid a generous amount, and for doing nothing but reading fan fictions and looking at rumors and deciding what was okay and what had to go, but I would have to delete my own damn Vine account.  Here, let me explain this a little better.

You have multiple kinds of fans. 1) The obsessed-til-the-day-they-die ones, who have loved that artist since before they were famous.  2) The one that just recently fell in love but are still obsessed.  3)The ones that love said artists but don't stalk them.  And so on and so forth, right?  I don't really love One Direction per say, I just recently started liking them actually.  I had been so excited for their album Four I thought I was going crazy, but I think that I love them because of Harry. That sounds horrible probably, but everyone has their opinions right? 

I sighed as my alarm finally went off, signaling me to get up and get ready for my first day at work.  I slowly made my way to the kitchen for coffee to get my body going, because I was not a morning person, never have been, never will be.

Once I made my coffee, I went back to my room and headed to my bathroom.  I was so stressed out last night that I started unpacking all eight bags, until my body basically forced me into sleep. I pulled out my hair straightener and plugged it up while I brushed my horrid morning breath away.  I got ready in record time, everything seeming to understand that I couldn't handle them not cooperating.  I was even lucky enough to make my eyeliner do a perfect little wing, on both eyes.  Since today I was meeting everybody important, I decided to wear a pair of my black skinny jeans with a white button up shirt tucked into my pants, and black heels.  Professional, but still cute.  I sprayed some of my trusty Chanel Chance perfume, grabbed my purse and phone, and headed downstairs.

I walked into the living room, trying to find dad.  I started to get out my phone to text him, still not knowing my way around the whole house, until I peeked and saw Josh sitting at the island in the kitchen.

"Hi Josh, you wouldn't happen to know where my dad is, would you?" I asked sheepishly, laughing towards the end, noting that Josh scares easily, even when someone is wearing loud heels.  I noticed that he was again, wearing a suit, but at least today's was navy blue, not jet black like it was yesterday.

He finished his coffee, walking it over to the sink and rinsing out the cup.  

"Actually, your father had to be at work a little earlier than usual, so I have been asked to escort you today, until we go and purchase your own vehicle,"  he said as he walked towards the front door.  I followed behind him, wondering if someone had ever mentioned I was getting a car.

"What car?" I always was a nosy person.

"Well if you're going to live here for the next ten months, you have to have a car to get around," He was still walking.