Living In The Lights

Jazzie- a big pop star- has to choose between the British flirt, Harry Styles-known for being a player; and the Irish and adorable, Niall Horan- known for having quite the potty mouth. And maybe another member of the band that's crushing on her. She contemplates choosing neither of them, but once her double-crush is out in the open, she has no choice, but to choose.


3. Mutual Meeting

Jazzie's POV.
Later that day, I had a photo shoot and then another interview for Seventeen Magazine. After that, I had the rest of the day to relax. It was about 3 o'clock and I was beat. I lied down on the couch for a second and I instantly fell asleep. I woke up to my phone ringing at about 5:30pm and decided to answer it since it was CeCe-last time I didn't answer her call, she almost exploded. "Hello?" I said, still in my sleepy voice. "Hello, Jazzie. I've got a meeting scheduled for 6 o'clock and wanted to remind you just in case you had forgotten." It took me a second to comprehend what she had just said. "Wait, what?! I thought I had the rest of the day to myself!" I whined. "Now, Jazzie, you know how I hate whining. And besides, it has to do with your album; someone is requesting to collaborate with you." I understood what she said that time, I was just so tired and annoyed, I didn't even want to respond. "Hello? Jazzie? Are you still there?" I wanted to hang up and take a nice long shower, but I knew I couldn't do that. "Yes, I'm still here. I got it, I'll be ready in a few minutes." I usually handle these kinds of situations pretty maturely, but today, I was exhausted; that was my excuse to throw a tantrum. After my episode on the floor after hanging up with CeCe, I got ready for that stupid meeting. I was already running late and CeCe was going to freak. I just threw on a pair of frayed, washed out skinny jeans and an Aéropostale T-shirt. I did my hair natural, it came down to my mid-back; wow it was getting long. I put a bit of makeup on- hey, it could be a hot teenager, like Justin Bieber- I quite liked him.
Niall's POV.
My plan worked perfectly. We were sitting in a large room, waiting for Jazzie and her manager. I talked to Paul earlier and asked him what he thought about collaborating with Jazzie on a song in her new album. It would be a great opportunity for all of us, and I could get to know her better- I didn't say that last part, that may seem suspicious.
Harry's POV.
I was growing impatient, I really wanted to meet Jazzie, she would fall for me, of course; and then we would live happily ever after. My thoughts were interrupted by-who I'm guessing, was Jazzie's manager coming through the door.
Jazzie's POV.
I opened the door and was greeted by Dave- my body guard. He drove me over to the studio, and I knew already that I was in big trouble. I was about 10 minutes late at this point, and I knew I would get 'grounded' by CeCe; which included basically being her personal assistant for a week- it was awful; that woman is messed up. As I was walking into the studio, my phone rang. "Hello?" I said cautiously- it was CeCe. "Jazzie, where in the world are you?! You were supposed to be here 15 minutes ago!" She practically screamed into the phone. "I'm on my way up, 2 seconds." I hung up and I knew that I was about to get it. I played it cool and acted like a professional. CeCe 'sweetly' greeted me at the door. "There you are, you little brat! Get in here!" She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room. After I tore her fingers off of me, I looked up and saw five, very good looking, and very familiar boys.
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