The Photographer:

Chapter 2:

Silence in the conference room. My eyes are glazed over, I cannot believe I'm going to to meet One Direction. No I'm not just going to meet them. I'm going to Live with them! I snap out of my trance to see Paul and Fallon smiling happily at me. I return the smiles with the biggest grin my face has ever withheld.

"T-Thank you" was all I could manage.

"Your very welcome dear, the lads will be coming to meet you tomorrow, and if you leave your details with me I'll keep you posted on the upcoming tour. You seem like a lovely girl, and you interview was by far the best."

With that he exits the room, I'm still in shock, I cant believe it, when the meeting is over I notice a few people giving me evil glance and dirty looks. HA there jelly, they should be. I walk slowly back to my office in a daze, by the time I'm dreamily sitting in my chair Fallon is standing at the door.

"you know what dear, take the rest of the day off. You only have an hour to go anyway."

"thank you so much" I say standing and grabbing my camera bag. I decide to walk home. Its a rather long way but I don't care. I'm going to be LIVING with One Direction. I feel like screaming it to the world. In fact I end up telling two completely random people. Just thinking about it sends tingles down my spine and makes my heart race.

By the time I get home Colette is already there and she's watching TV. Looking up and seeing the state i'm in she pulls an unreadable expression.

"are you high or something?" she asks.

"no never have been never will be, you know that. But I do have some amazingly exciting news to tell you." I say shaking.

"and what would that be?"

"well a representative came today and said he needed a photographer to film the behind the scenes lives of his clients (s)"  I begin, I can tell she already guessed i got the job. " I got the job, but you will never guess who the clientS are." I say and not even giving her a chance to answer I burst. "The clients are One Direction! I'm going to be living with One Direction!!"

"WHAT!!" Colette screams standing. "so your gonna go live with One Direction!" she looks like she is going to faint.

"YUP"

"OMG"

"when are you leaving? for how long?"

"i'm not sure yet." I begin. "Paul said he would keep me posted.

"WHAT, you met the famous PAUL? next time you see him ask him if he will adopt me so I can come with you."

"sure," I say sitting on the sofa. "Oh Col, I'm so excited."

"Wait, what are you going to wear, if your going to live with the five hottest guys on earth you need to look your best 24/7!" she exclaims, "Promise me you will let me take you shopping on Saturday.

"okay," I say shaking my head at the way she thinks.

I spend the rest of the night in a daze, I'm so happy if someone told my 16 year old self that i would be living with One Direction, I would laugh in there face. I end up heading to bed at about 7:30 pathetic I know. But I have no intention of actually going to sleep. Instead I sit and wonder what each lad will actually be like and how much i'm looking forward to meeting them.

Zayn is so dark and mysterious at first, but then you see him with the other lads and he is fun and bubbly.  He is an amazing artist, I wonder if I can get him to draw a cartoon of me.

Liam seems like a bit of a daddy directioner, he might not admit it but I'm sure deep deep down he knows he is the serious one. If Liam doesn't like me I think I will be crushed.

Louis, I really hope he actually is the funny prankster the media portrays him to be, because I personally find him hilarious. If that personality is a fake one or just one the media made up I will die. full stop. Louis and I are pretty different sence of humor wise, only beacuse im about as funny as a doorknob.

I love Niall. Not love love, he's just like one of those people you really want to be best friends with. He is so bubbly and cute, like a combination beetween a little blond furby and a leprechan. I've noticed he jumps really high when he is excited, tell me thats not adorable and I will slap you.

And finally I begin to think about Harry. Just thinking his name makes my heart miss a beat. I love him,  The fact that he only wears skinny jeans, how sometimes his hair looks like Wolverine, and how he dresses like a hobo 98% of the time. I love how he has exactly the same sence of humour as me. I love his sweet personality and how he cares for everybody.  If I could marry any guy on earth it would be Harry Styles, I love everything about him. His eyes. His Hair. His Height. His personality. His smile. He cant be real.

I cant be meeting them tommorow. Its impossible. I must be dreaming, I pinch myself around 6 times and when I come to the realisation Im not dreaming I have a full blown panic attack. Colette is right. I have nothing to wear! Tommorrow I am to meet the five most perfect guys on the planet and im going to look like a hobo.

Without another seconds thought I rush to my dresser and thrust it open, I take agea to decide what to wear, but eventually choose some tied Black and White leggings, a graffic shirt, black boots, clunky jewlry and my camo army jacket.

"Oi, shuddup, its like 12;30, go to sleep."

Is it that time already? whoops. I hop back into bed and try to sleep, it finally approaches and I enter a fitful slumber.

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Incase you couldnt tell its a Harry fanfic. :))