Pretend It's Love

"Hey girl it's now or never, it's now or never."
Spencer always wanted to leave America to live in England. She always felt like herself there everytime she visited. So when her parents give the big news that her family was moving there permanently, Spencer was excited to live there and hang out with her friends. The only problem is that her friends got One Direction tickets and they want her to come. Spencer doesn't like 1D in any way or form. But when things get messed up, will her life become different?


11. The new clients

It was the next day and I was pooped. I stayed up till midnight - or in this case here in England, 5 am. Thank god my alarm wasn't set, because if it was, I will be dead. Anywho, I get up and walk down the stairs like a zombie rising from the dead. Sadly it isn't halloween. When I reach the kitchen, I slowly head for the pantry to dig out some cereal.

"Spencer?" I hear a voice say. I know that voice.

"Is that you?" I hear another voice, not the same a different one, ask. I too know that voice.

"Who is it?" I ask with my back still facing where the voices were coming from. Which was the dining room table.

"Spencer, lovely for you to join us this afternoon." My dad says.

"Afternoon? Isn't it like, 7 o'clock in the morning?" I'm full of questions.

"No, it's noon. Still not adjusting to the time change?" He asks.

"Yeah." I moan."Who's here anyway?"

"Why don't you turn around and look." A third different voice answered. I turned around and there they were. Sitting at the dining room table, eating breakfast.

One Direction was in my house, again.

"What are you guys doing here?" I ask.

"Your dad." Niall answered.

"My the..." I stutter.

"I didn't mention this to you yet, but I have some news." Dad says to me. I'm confused right now. "Mr. Cowell hired me to be One Direction's new manager."

My mouth dropped. "WHAT THE CHICKENS?!" I yell.

"Was that an exciting what the chickens or surprised?" Louis asks.

"NEITHER! IT'S AN I'M NOT EXCITED THAT MY DAD IS NOW WORKING WITH YOU GUYS AND I HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU GUYS ALMOST EVERYDAY WHAT THE CHICKENS!!" I answer raising my voice. I turn to my dad, "How can you except the offer? You know I hate them! It's bad enough that I listen to it with the girls but now I have to deal with them being a part of your work and possibly my life?!"

His gaze was casted onto the floor, "Simon said that their old manager quits, and I was the only guy who didn't have a client, and since they were the only ones open without a manager, was basically a promotion." He told me.


"Wait, I thought at the party you were a fan of our music. You seemed alright with the music choices at the party, and you weren't mad as you are right now, but you really don't like our music?" Liam asks me.

"Yes! My friends talk about you guys too much I can't take it. It's always One Direction this, One Direction that, and it's worst that I have to spend some of my life with you guys!" I yell. "Can this morning get any worst?"

Everyone was silent, until my dad spoke up. "I don't know how to put this but..." He started.

My anger is growing, "What?"

"Next week, we're going back to America to tour with them. Not mom, nor Brian. Just you and me."

I'm full of rage now. "WHAT?! NOW I GOT TO SPEND THE NEXT TWO MONTHS ON THE ROAD WITH THEM?! WH...WHY DID WE EVEN COME HERE?! I CAN'T BELIEVE NOW I GOT TO GO BACK TO THE ONE COUNTRY I EVER SO WANTED TO LEAVE MY ENTIRE LIFE WITH THESE GUYS!" I rant. Everyone's face was beet red in embarrassment. I didn't even want to finish breakfast. I ran upstairs to my room and slammed the door. The only time I ever came out was for dinner. Yeah, I spent more than 8 hours in my room. I felt like I was being punished for some reason, which I was. I was going back to America with the band I despise.

Then I realize that I was friends with them, especially Harry. We had the funnest of times in these last few days I've been here. I didn't know them as One Direction, the biggest boy band in the world. I knew them as Harry, Liam, Louis, Niall, and Zayn, five regular teenage guys from the United Kingdom. And I probably may have hurt their feelings by yelling at them, and possibly our friendship. Just like that, I started to cry.

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