A lot of girls would probably kill for my job, but I don't know why. My friend and I take care of the five whiniest, most immature, neediest, childish, most annoying boys on the face of this godforsaken planet we call earth!
"You forgot charming, smart, handsome, funny, and by childish I think she means adorable. Don't you think?" Harry interrupts asking Niall.
"Yea I think so."
"Will you two get out!" I snap.
"Fine, geez women!"
"Harold!" I scold.
"Sorry Allie..."
"Good, now get out, the both of you."
Was that not proof enough?
Now where was I...
Oh yes.
The five boys.
Well me and my friend are the boys assistants which is a fancy term for slaves, as the boys put it, and babysitters, as my friend and I say.
This is the story of how we were hired, fired, chased and eventually fell for the boys of One Direction…
Now let me warn you tears will be shed, fights will occur, secrets will be told and uncovered, the press will be annoying like boys but even more so if that’s even possible, rules will be broken, hearts will shatter, and maybe… just maybe… through all of this chaos, some love can bloom.
And this all started a few months ago when Bonnie and I were working at my aunts cafe...