Guess Who's Got Mail? (One Direction)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

“Bree! What is this?!” I hear my dad shouting as he barged into my room while I was still sleeping. I willed myself to open my eyes. And what a mistake that was!

My dad was furious. Anger was evident in his eyes. Great, what have I done now?

“Good morning to you too, dad.” I muttered.

“What’s this!?” My dad was pointing at a picture in the newspaper. I squinted so I could see clearly.

“What?! The paparazzi saw this?!” It was a picture of me slapping Liam with all the guys looking shocked. I snatched the paper away from my dad and scanned the paragraph below. The headline read:

“Bad Blood between Liam and Brielle?”

We recently saw One Direction and Brielle Parker walking down the streets of New York. And before we knew it, Brielle slapped Liam! Brielle fled from the scene, leaving a pained Liam and shocked band members behind. What happened between the two? Was it really bad that Brielle had to slap him? Too bad for Tom Parker, getting her daughter to get along with the boys of One Direction is going to be really hard.

“Yes, Brielle. They did!” My dad said, glaring at me. “Why did you slap Liam?”

“He insulted me!” I refused to say that Liam included my mom in the insults, that’ll make things worse.

“That is no reason to slap him!” My dad sighed. “We have to fix this.”

“I want to get some sleep.” I said and laid back down. I slipped into the sheets and snuggled onto my pillow.

“Oh, no you don’t! You’re coming with me to the office, young lady. We are going to talk about this.” My dad said after he pulled the blanket off me. Goodbye, sleeping in today. I groaned and sat up.

“Do I have to? You could just tell me the details later.”

“Go and get ready, Bree. Now!” My dad ordered and went out of the room. I got up and mumbled till I reached the bathroom. I slipped my clothes off and hopped in the shower.

“Ah… warm.” I breathed and got my bottle of chocolate scented shampoo instead of the strawberry one. Hey, I wanted to be different.

After the shower, I felt relaxed and serene. A long shower always calms me down. I got in my walk-in closet and put on a tan shirt, pants and an orange cardigan. I straightened my hair then put on minimal makeup. I slipped on a random pair of boots and went downstairs. Dad wasn’t there so I assumed he was already in the limo. I put on a brown coat, a beanie and got outside.

Once I was in the limo, I checked my twitter. Oh my gosh. The picture of me slapping Liam was all over twitter. I groaned and put my phone back in my bag.

I got out of the car and headed straight to the building before my dad got out. I walked to the elevator and pressed the button to the top floor. I leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor.

“What are they going to have us do?” I groaned and put my head in my hands.

“Bree?” I heard someone ask. I looked up and saw Harry standing at the entrance of the elevator.

“Hey.” He helped me up and we exited the elevator. We walked silently to the conference room. He opened the door for me and I walked in. I saw Louis sitting at the head of the table, spinning the chair around. Liam was sitting next to him, staring at his phone. Zayn and Niall were talking to each other. Niall glanced in my direction and smiled. I strode towards him and sat in the seat beside him.