Holiday

Chapter Four: This Kid's Brain

Emily

Beep beep beep beep beep

I groaned as I turned off my annoying alarm. I grabbed my phone, seeing that its 7:30 in the morning.

That dream was so bizarre. Meeting One Direction? Wow.

I stood up and made my bed. After a few minutes, I took my phone and got out of my room. I immediately stopped at the sight.

Holy shit, so it wasn't a dream.

Harry was over the stove, cooking something while Niall and Zayn were at the dining table on their phones. Their heads turned to me and smiled. "Good morning, kiddo" Niall greeted me. "H-hi, good morning," I said, stuttering a little. Zayn raised an eyebrow "You alright?" I rubbed the back of my neck "Yeah, uhm, sorry I just completely forgot that you guys were here" I confessed. They laughed but stopped with their eyes wide. I looked at them confused, but when I saw Niall swiftly looking down, I finally understood.

I crossed my arms over my breast, "I uh, I'm just, gonna go and put on a bra" I said, turning a bit red. "Yeah, you probably should," Niall said, chuckling. I nodded and went back to my room. As soon as I closed the door, I covered my mouth with my hand and placed my other hand on my hip.

That was so embarrassing. You're not alone in this house anymore, Em. Keep that in mind.

I went back out, now wearing a bra underneath, meeting four out of five boys at the dining table. "Where's Louis?" I asked as I tied my hair. "He's just taking a shower. He'll be out in a bit" Harry told me from the fridge. I nodded. "Sorry, we don't have that much space here at the table," I apologized. "It's okay, Em, you giving us a place to stay is more than enough for us. Don't worry," Liam said, ruffling my hair. I gave him a playful glare, for ruining my freshly tied hair. "Hey, guys" Louis came out, drying his head with a towel the same time as Harry bought food to the table

"Oh, Harry, you didn't have to," I said, furrowing my eyebrows. "Im so sorry I didn't prepare a proper meal for you guys," I told them. "Stop apologizing, Ly, like Liam, you gave us a place to stay, and that's enough," Zayn said shaking me by the shoulders. "Yeah, and besides, we're going to be helping out here in doing chores and stuff," Louis added. I sighed "I just feel guilty,"

"Don't be, because we treat each other as family, and we're going to do the same to you. You are officially part of our lives," Harry said. I smiled, blushing a little. "You guys are way too nice to be real," I commented, causing them to chuckle. "Come on, let's eat, im starving" Niall exclaimed. We dug in the meal that Harry has made for us. Pancakes, bacon, and eggs. My favorite. This kind of made me miss my mum's cooking. She always prepared the best meals for us. When I realized that, I was deep in thought, I quickly took a bite of the fluffy pancake so the boys wouldn't notice.

"So, Emily, do you have work today?" Harry asked me, before taking a sip of his tea. "Yep, the whole day actually," I said, finishing up, taking my plate to the sink and washing them. "As a waitress or as a whatever your other job is?" Liam said. I laughed. "Other job, have a bunch of stuff to shoot," I told them. "Shoot? Like a gun or in a film?" Louis asked, also finishing up. "Film," I told them, grabbing the dish soap. "What is your other job exactly? Because base on the call yesterday, it sounded like you worked in some kind of office, but now you're saying that you have some stuff to shoot" Niall asked, leaning on the table, looking at me curiously.

"It's a bit complicated. I'm an artist or entertainer, or whatever you want to call it, but I also, am a part of management. Although I don't have a specific job there. I sometimes, help with logistics, in publicity and stuff, I pitch in finance from time to time, but I usually do the managerial stuff," I explained to them as I dry off the cleaned plate and utensils. "So you're a managing artist and a working student waitress," Liam slowly said, receiving laughs from the boys. "This kid's brain, I swear," Louis said under his breath, shaking his head while he washes his plate. "What? It's true, yeah?" he exclaimed. I laughed and nodded. "You guys gotta admit, the boy has a point," I said, drying my hands with a hand towel, smiling at them. 

"Moving on, can you explain like how you manage to juggle two jobs and school?" Zayn asked. I walked towards the table and stopped, crossing my arms. "What is this an interview?" I said, laughing. "Come on, we just want to get to know you more. Also, we want to understand how you do things around here, so we wouldn't be confused as hell?" I laughed. "Okay, well uhm, on Mondays I have online classes in the morning as well as on Tuesdays, but the only difference is that I have a shift at the bakery on Mondays in the afternoon while on Tuesdays I have to go to my other job for rehearsals or any other things that I have scheduled for that day, also in the afternoon. Wednesdays, I'm at my other job for the whole day. On Thursdays, morning up to afternoon shift at the bakery, and on Fridays, another whole day at my other job. Oh and I squeeze in a few schoolwork and paperwork in between them," I informed them. 

"Whoa, how about weekends?" Harry questioned, looking at me. "On weekends, I'm free but sometimes on Saturdays, I do the things that I haven't completed on that day so, I really only have Sundays as full-on free with no work, at all," I explained to them. They stared at me with a hint of sadness in their eyes. "And, how long have you been doing this exactly?" Louis said. I thought about it for a while. I pressed my lips. "For about, two years now, I think?" Their jaws dropped a little. "You've been on your own since you were seventeen," Liam stated, in disbelief. I nodded. "Do you mind if we ask why?" Niall said, slowly. I tensed up, looking at the five curious and sad faces in front of me. "It's a long story, and I have to get ready for work. Maybe next time?" I said, forcing a smile, before going into my bedroom. 

I let out a breath that I didn't even know that I was holding. I don't want to tell them how petty my life is. I don't want them to feel sorry for me. My life just full-on sucks and I don't want to let some famous celebrities know my situation. It's just... sad. It's pathetic, I know. But I don't like talking about it. It makes me upset because I regret it, and I can't do anything about it anymore because, after two years, my relationship with my parents hasn't been the same. I'll probably end up telling the boys, but not right now. It's too soon.