Living with One Direction

"Ummmm.... Yes. You. Skylar? Is it? Skylar Martin. We've assigned you to the duty of watching over the 5 lads we've just put together. They will be a troublesome bunch. Make sure that they are well supervised, I DON'T want our things smashed, like before, when you "watched" my last group. This time, you'll be fired if that happens. Understood, Skylar?"

Simon was always moody after the Xtra Factor shows. Blood rushed to my ears. Those smoking hot angels that they just put in a band? I glanced over to see the newly formed group still cheering and hugging their moms'. I turned back to Simon Cowell.

"Alright, Simon. This time, I promise, there will be no mishaps." I tried to conceal a big fat smile.

"Good. Show them to their rooms." Cowell never even looked up from his work while talking to me. How rude!

As I skimmed my eyes back over to the boys', a sudden realization crept over me. I couldn't afford to lose this job, I'd be back where I started. No more nice Skylar. This was real. I stalked over to the band in a business-like manner........