Age Is Just A Number

This book is basically about a 15 year old girl named Ski (Pronounced Sky) who has a passion for photography. It's basically her life. Her dad happens to be best friends with One Direction's body guard, Paul. When Paul has a conversation about One Direction needing a new photographer, Ski's dad recommended her and she is now One Direction's new photographer. Problem is her dad didn't tell her that she would be working with the famous One Direction, just a popular band and she hates One Direction. A lot.

Would she fall for one of the boys? And if she did, would her age, being just 15, stop her from loving him?

Based on the title of my book what is your opinion. Is age just a number when it comes to love?


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17. Complications

The boys had a photo shoot the next day and management wanted me to take a few photos for who knows what reasons but all I know is that we had to wake up bright and early which I absolutely hate the idea of waking up so early.

The other sad thing is, I was the first one up. Harry was still sleeping on the floor beside the bed, don't ask but i'll bring it up later...

I quietly got out and tiptoed through the hall to Zayn's room. I haven't been in any of the boys room except Niall's so I had no idea which one was whose. One door did have a 'Z' on it so I assume this one is it.

I quietly walk in to see him snoring softly, wrapped in sheets of blankets. There were clothes thrown everywhere and it smelled like a rat died in here. It was pretty gross.

"Pssst, Zayn." I poked his head and instantly his eye peeked open making me jump back a little.

"Whaaaaaaat doooooo youuuu waaaaant." he groaned. He flipped the covers over his head trying to block me out but I pulled them right off revealing hiim only in his underwear. "Well this is awkward.." I mumble to myself. He chuckled at my little comment and did the unexpected.

Without warning to pushed me down onto the bed and put his arm down on me making sure I couldn't get up.

"Zaaaaaayn, I'm not going back to bed, I'm already wide awake and we have to be up anyways for the photoshoot."

He just layed there without moving a muscle. He left me no choice. I slowly pulled the pillow from underneath my head and smacked him with it. He shot up and sent me a death glare. "Love you too!" I said smirking.

He got up and went to the bathroom that was connected to his room. It took him only three minutes to wash up. He came out and looked much better than before.

"Look, the boys are still sleeping and I need some help waking them up." I said trying hard not to stare at Zayn's abs. He's your best friend Ski, nothing more.

He looked at me and smirked, "Go get your phone and meet me back here."

I ran out of my room and grabbed my iphone. When I came back, Zayn was outside his room plugging in a ipod/phone speaker. I smiled, perfect idea Zayn. I plugged in my iphone and shuffled through which songs to play. I finally found it and turned the volume all the way up.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready."

He pressed play and Gangnam Style started playing really loudly. We heard shuffles and then as if in sync Liam, Louis, Harry, and Niall came running out their bedroom doors. They looked at us with angry faces.

"What the fu-"

"Now now Niall, no need to use dirty words." I said crossing my arms. He smirked and started chasing me. I ran downstairs trying to escape from him.

"Help!" I yelled up to the boys who just laughed from up top. He finally caught me in the living room and tackled me to the ground. I grabbed my wrists with one hand pinning it above me while tickled me with the other. Dang it. Niall knew my weakness.

"Ahh, Niall stop!" I giggled. But of course, he didn't. "Niall!" I screamed at him but started to laugh again because I was so ticklish.

"Niall, that's enough." Niall stops and we both look up to see a red-faced Harry. He frowned but offered a hand to help me up. I gladly took it but instead I pulled him down with me.

"Payback." I said laughing. I got up myself and then helped him up.

The boys came downstairs and joined us. "So, why again did you wake us all up ?" Louis asked rubbing his eyes.

"You guys have a photo shoot and I get to take a few pictures!" I said jumping up and down with excitement. The boys smiled at me giving me a warm feeling. These boys were amazing.

"Well, let's get ready shall we?" Liam asked. He got up but Louis jumped on his back. "Piggy back to my room please, peasant." Louis clapped his hands while we all burst out laughing.

***

We arrived at a warehouse that was fulled off camera's and white walls, green screens, and those white things that look like umbrellas when you take a school picture. (You know what I'm talking about right?)

I met the head photographer whose name was John Silver. He showed me all of his favourite cameras and best shots of his which were absolutely phenomenal.

The theme for this shoot was springish. Ready for the new season that's coming. The boys were first placed in front of the green screen with flowered shorts and shirts with a beach ball. I took a few snaps along with John. One was of all of them smiling then one burying Zayn in some fake sand that was brought in, and one of them hiding behind surfboards but only their head poked out from the side.

"Wow, you're pretty good at this." John said after a few more pictures. For some strange reason somebody brought in purple paint.

"What's the paint for?" I asked.

"We like to surprise the boys sometimes." John gives me a small wink before telling the boys to go stand on a small 'X'.

They moved ontop of the little red x and BAM down comes purple paint of over them.

"Paint fight!" Louis yells while scooping up some paint and putting it on Harry's head.

I stay my distance and took some shots of the boys chasing each other. It did get pretty messy. The boys were covered in purple paint, even their hair was purple!

"Heyyyy Skiiii." I heard Louis say weirdly. I saw him scoop up a pile of purple paint and walk toward me.

"Oh no no no no." I said walking backwards. I knew this was going to end badly so I went and gave my camera to John who whispered, 'goodluck'.

Louis threw the purple paint which splashed all over my face. The boys uproared in laughter as I try to wipe it off my face. Harry's and Niall's laugh was the loudest so I had to target them first.

I scooped up two handfuls of paint while the boys weren't looking and walked over to them. I put on a sad puppy dog face and faced Harry and Niall. "You guys hurt my feelings." I said. They shrugged their shoulders which made me mad.

I put my hands on both their faces and just smudged the paint all over their face while they just stood their with their eyes closed. Once finished, I wiped the rest on my already purple painted clothes and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Sucks to suck, doesn't it?" I said smirking.

We eventually ended up in a paint fight and John snapped a few photos of us laughing and just having so much fun.

"Hey get together." John said before going behind the camera ready to take a shot.

Since I was a bit short, I stood in front with Niall and Louis with Zayn, Liam, and Harry in the back. Harry was behind me and gently put his hand on my waist. A little too close to my bum which made me shift uncomfortable. You couldn't see it in the shot because of the angle I as standing in but it still made me uncomfortable the way he touches me.

"Harrrry." I whispered through a smile. I grabbed his hand and removed it from my waist.

"What?" he placed it back but this time exactly on my bum.

"Harry." I said turning around to face him. I was getting annoyed. I may be dating him but I still felt it was a little disrespectful to touch me like that considering my age.

"Oh come on babe," he said putting his hands on my waist , pulling me toward him. I swear, if he touches me one more time...

I pushed him back, not too hard but enough where he could get the idea of me not liking him touch me that way.

"Well that's all for today, thanks guys and great work today Ski." John gave me a thumbs before he started to pack up all his equipment.

It got awkward because I was still in the position when I was talking to Harry. "Canw e go home... Now." I said walking toward the exit still dripping with paint. I needed to talk to someone about how I have been feeling and I know exactly who to talk too.

I gently tapped at his door, "Zayn?" I peeked inside to find him laying down, looking at his laptop.

"Oh ya? Come in." he said making room on his bed.

We already arrived home from the photoshoot and were already about to head to bed. Harry was the first one to knock out and he hasn't talked to me since I told him to stop touching me that way.

I took a seat next to Zayn and started twiddling with my thumbs. "What's up?" he asked closing his laptop. He looked at me knowing something was on my mind.

"Can we talk? Like I need someone to talk to about something and you're the first person I thought of." He put his arm around me and pulled me in close. "Of course, you can tell me anything babe."

"Okay well, I don't like the way Harry is touching me... It doesn't feel... right.." I started. I looked at him and he nodded for me to continue.

"I mean, I knew we're going out but I don't like the fact that he touches me when I'm still only fifteen and how... he keeps... pushing me.." I whisper the last part. This was just so hard to say, especially to a boy.

"Pushing you to do what?" Zayn said sitting up, his voice getting serious.

I stayed quiet for awhile but finally spoke after a big breath, "To have sex with him..."

Zayn's eyes went wide and I felt him tense up a bit. "Harry's trying to force you to sleep with him?"

"Well sort of, I mean he'll push me on the bed and start kissing me but then he tries to take off my clothes but I tell him to stop but he doesn't at first but eventually I'll push him off."

Oh my gosh, this is so hard I feel like bursting into tears. I never even liked thinking about it so actually saying it hurts even more.

"Ski, this is serious." he says looking me in the eyes. "Well um not really because it's not like he's raping me but I still don't feel comfortable of him touching me like he does."

Zayn nods and looks as if he's in deep thought. I cuddle up close to him because I feel safer when I'm around him, he's like my big brother.

"So, what are you going to do about it?" he asked after about a few minutes of deep thinking.

"I want to take a break from dating and just focus on my photography but do you think you can tell Harry? I don't want him to yell at me or I don't want to break his heart." Zayn nods understandingly. Thanks goodness for people like Zayn.

"Oh, can I sleep here tonight? I don't want to be alone." he chuckles but nods, "Sure, that's fine."

I smile up at him and he smiles back down at me. I give him a quick hug before laying my head on his shoulder and drifting to sleep. He rubbed my back and kissed my forehead every now and then which made me calm down and forget about today and everything.

"Goodnight Zayn." I whisper, barely awake.

"Goodnight babe."

 

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