Hired for the Wrong Boy

Beginning of it All

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I laid back on the soft surface as my phone continued to buzz on the table next to me. My breathing had finally returned to normal, after almost having a panic attack. I stared up at the ceiling as I heard whispers in the kitchen. I paused and tried to make out what was being said.

“No Louis what were you thinking?? This poor girl has known us for four hours and now she’s going to be thrown into the spot light! I don’t even know her last name!”

“Calm down, she seems really cool and now we won’t have to worry about explaining our new friend to management. Just blame me I have had way over my limit of alcohol anyways.”

“Well of course we are going to blame you! You started this!”

“Hey Zayn is the one that found her and brought her into the VIP section! I just went along with it. I don’t see how any of this is my fault.”

“What?? I just wanted to know her name YOU dragged her into the lounge with us!”

“Guys chill out, it could be worse, I mean worse comes to worse we never see her again after tomorrow.”

That was the last straw, these guys kidnapped me and dragged me to their flat then basically destroyed my twitter. I looked down at my phone to find my mentions in the thousands, as well as over a hundred thousand new followers all asking how I knew “their boys”. I was done with whatever game they were playing, maybe I was wrong about them. Sure I fell in love with these boys over magazine interviews and their all too familiar music, but maybe they weren’t good people to be friends with.  I leaned down to grab my phone and wallet off the table before hooking my finger through my heels and making my way to the doors. The boys were still in the kitchen talking about the “problem” aka me.

Maybe I can get out without them even noticing I have left? They are international popstars for god sakes. I'm pretty sure I wont have to worry about running into them on some random street. After all they don’t know where I live so how are they going to find me? Speaking of that I don’t even know where I live…….. shit I didn’t think this through. I decide to send a quick text before making a break for it.

To Camilla: Hey can you send me the address? Need to call a taxi

Shoving my phone into my back pocket I slowly unlock the front door and push down on the handle. Unfortunately with the house being this quiet, the loud click of the lock echoes through the flat, I wince slightly. I look up to see Zayn sticking his head into the living room before looking towards the front door and locking eyes with me.

“No Jenna wait-“, I don’t let him finish though. Throwing the door open I jump down the front steps and start sprinting down the unfamiliar sidewalk. Shouts can be heard from behind me, but I duck my head and keep running. After about a mile I slow down, I can no longer hear the shouts and I need to figure out where exactly I'm going. I pull my phone out to see a text from Camilla with the address and the number of a local taxi service. I quickly dial the number and locate a street sign where I wait for the taxi to come pick me up.

I open twitter to see lots of tweets asking who the hell I was and why I was fucking around with the boys. I decided to ignore them and tweet anyways, regardless of all my new followers and their questions.

@jenjen27: Guys are dicks.

Shortly after the taxi pulls up, I hop in giving the older man my address. He begins making his way across town trying to make small talk. However after a few of my one word answers I think he realizes I don’t want to talk and turns the radio up. As I lean my head against the glass I let the coolness relax me as I go over the events from the night. That’s when I end the pity party.

Fuck it. I'm in England and I have the opportunity of a lifetime to explore this beautiful country and I'm not letting Conner or any member of One Direction ruin it for me. I don’t need to always have a guy. In fact I'm tired of always either being in a relationship or chasing a relationship that will never work. Today is a new day, I'm going to start my trip to London all over again. As the taxi pulls up to my new flat I pay the driver and run up the stairs two at a time. The smug grin on my face is my way of giving the middle finger to this night and starting over. However as I open the door I am slammed against the wall and realize the whole idea of starting over isn’t going to be as easy as I thought.