Set Up: Prologue

It's never good when your mum and her boyfriend are waiting in the living room when you get home from Sixth-Form – is it? Call me selfish but at that point the only thing I was thinking was 'please don't be pregnant', because I really couldn't deal with that.

However when Simon, that's mum's boyfriend by the way, was the one who spoke first I knew it wasn't going to be as bad as a new sibling, it was going to be worse. Much worse.

You see, Simon has a way of trying to do good and accidentally making it worse instead. Like the time that I was unfairly given a detention and he stormed down to the headmaster's office and made it ten times worse and ten times more embarrassing. Or when I really liked this guy and he invited him round for tea. That didn't end well.

And let me tell you now, this time was no different.

"I've got a surprise for you." He said. "I know you were saying how boring this summer was going to be so I've got you a job as a personal assistant." See, I told you so. "For One Direction." Brilliant. Absolutely bloody brilliant.

I probably should have mentioned that Simon isn't just 'Simon from next door' but 'Simon Cowell' the rich, famous guy that basically runs One Direction. So he actually could just set me up as One Direction's personal assistant in just case I got bored.

Now I know what you're thinking, 'just say no'. And I wanted to, I really did. But I was sure mum wanted some alone time and Simon does try hard, even if he always gets it wrong. So I resigned myself to my fate and pretended to be excited.

Unfortunately Simon wasn't making it any easier. He was blabbering on about how I would "follow them everywhere, do everything they do, meet everyone they meet and practically become a sixth band member. Every girls dream."

Honestly, when will he get a clue? I mean, who really wants to spend their summer with a bunch of conceited teenagers who can't tell their mouths from their bellybuttons. Okay so I hadn't actually met them yet at that point but it seemed pretty likely.

At least I was going to get paid.

So I retreated to my bedroom to let the world know what horrible fate I was being sentenced to before beginning to pack.

Half way through packing, or as I like to call it 'shoving everything I own into a suitcase', Simon came in to explain to me what was going to happen. I would meet them tomorrow at the studio and would be able to get to know them a bit and get used to the job. Then the tour would begin. I would be sleeping on the tour bus with them and their body guard when we weren't sleeping in a hotel and I would go everywhere they went that was work related, but could do whatever I wanted when they had time off.

Okay, do I didn't sound like the worst job ever, but I still didn't want to spend my summer babysitting one direction. And yes, I know it's my own fault, and yes I know I could have said no, so really I shouldn't be complaining this much. But I still couldn't manage to get myself remotely excited as I lead in bed that night, trying not to think about how it was my last night of freedom.

Tomorrow I was going to meet One Direction. Whoop-de-doo.

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