In The End (ON HOLD)

On Samantha's 18th birthday her dad has the biggest news ever! He is now the manager of One Direction! Samantha is speechless. She absolutely hates One Direction, she thinks their ugly fakes who like to get the attention of Ladies. Just like the all the other Famous people. Her dad is one of the most famous Managers in the world so she has to deal with them.
~Everything will be okay In The End. If it's not okay, It's not the end...~

Dedicated to Sammyloves1D or just plain old Sam


1. Prologue


"Samantha come downstairs please!" My dad yelled.

I run down the stairs and then jump over the platfrom onto the next set of stairs. When I come downstairs he's on he couch, and I hear laughing in he kitchen.

"Uh dad... who's here?" I asked, walking towards the kitchen. He stepped in front of me and placed his hands on my arms, "First of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM! You are now officially 18!"

"I'm very aware of that Dad," I said and pulled away from him and towards the kitchen again. But he again stepped infront of me, "And you know how I desided to move on from Justin Bieber?" dad asked.

"How could I forget! I love you so much for that dad, who knew he was going to actually be gay?" (Sorry for the Beliebers, totally doubt he is) I said and tried to get into the kitchen again.

"Well I moved onto someone new, one of the biggest boy bands right now!" he said.

"That's great dad," I said and pushed pass him and pened the door to the kitchen. My mouth hung open when I opened the door, "Dad what are they doing here?" I already knew why but I prayed that it wasn't true.

"Samantha meet my new clients! One Direction! Louis, Liam, Niall, Harry, Zayn, meet my daughter Samantha," he said. I didn't say anything to them.

"Hi Samantha," Liam said. I put my hand it and made a small wave. I looked at my dad with my mouth still hanging open, "Tell me it's not true!" I pleaded.

"Amazing right? I can't believe they actually agreed," he said.

"First Mr. Hot shot, and now 5 children, what kind of buisness are you running?" I asked not caring that they were standing right there.   

"Samantha? What has gotten into you?" My dad asked.

"I don't know maybe I'm just sick of always having to hang out with fakes!" I yell.

"Jesus Samantha, go up to your room, I have to talk to you later!" He yelled.

"No," I said.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me I'm 18 now I'm an adult I don't have to listen to you!" I yelled. I heard the guys laugh and I turned to glare at them.

"Well if you live in my house then you do! So upstairs now!" He yelled pointing his finger out of the kitchen. I'm not one of those types of people who run away from their problems, I know my dad loves me and he just doesn't want his 'clients' to feel uncomfertable. I groaned and stomped up to my room, I slamed the door behind me and screamed into my pillow, some birthday present! So this is what 18 feels like? Still an irresponsible teenager! I don't have to put up with One Direction, I'll be somewhat nice but there's no way in hell their poster is ging on my wall!!!!

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