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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9. Drunk On Love

Once we arrived back home it was already 8:45, Paul and dad had to go to management's office.

"We'll be back around 12:00 or 1:00. Stay inside and no going out." Paul said sternly for the sake of my dad. We all nodded our heads and said our goodbye's.

"Thought they'll never leave." Niall said while plopping down on the couch next to me. He put his arm around me casually. He probably didn't think it meant anything but I could feel my cheeks turn red.

"So what time are we going to the club?" Zayn said sitting next to me aswell.

"Um, did you guys not hear Paul? We can't go out." Liam said mocking Paul's tone.

Harry laughed his adorable laugh of his, "And when do we ever listen to Paul?" He smirked which made Liam cross his arms over his chest.

"I called Lou to help you with your clothes for tonight." Zayn said turning to me.

Great, I thought. I'm going to have to stand half naked while a woman tries to dress me. Not really how I get ready for school in the morning but I guess this is the life of a photographer for a famous boy band.

***

"Zayn told me about your little situation." Lou said while measuring my stomach width. I bite my lip trying to act confused. It didn't work.

"I won't tell the boys, what kind of friend would that make me?"

She grabbed a few dresses and told me to try them on. I stripped down to my bra and underwear and tryed this tight red dress. She eyed me up and and down then wiggled her finger for me to turn around.

"Thanks Lou." I have to admit, Lou is like the big sister I've always wanted but never had.

"Just one question, what if Haz really does like you? Do you think Harrys cute?" she then threw me a black dress that was even tighter. Even though I struggled putting the dress on, I just thought about her question.

"Well he is cute but it won't last and anyways, I'll tell him when I'm older so we could look back and laugh at this."

I finally got the dress on and twirled without her asking to do so. "Perfect." she whispered.

 

 

"Ski, it's time!" I heard Zayn yell from below. "Coming!" I replied.

I examined myself in my mirror and smiled while laughed. I looked like a freaking hooker with a tight black dress, shiny black heels, and a cute black necklace that matches my purse. Lou did my make-up aswell which looked absolutely amazing. I usually don't wear much make-up so the only thing I recognized was eye shadow and eye liner. She also curled my hair with tight curls. I have to admit, I looked sexy.

Before heading downstairs I winked in the mirror and put on a layer of lipgloss. I stepped downstairs and saw all the boys staring at me. Liam had a admiring look but the rest of them.. I'm not even gonna go there. I looked over at Zayn and almost laughed. He knew I was fifteen yet he still undressed me with his eyes. Awkward.

"You look smashing love." Liam said while outstretching his elbow for me to take. I gladly took it, "And you guys look rather handsome." I said in a british accent. They all laughed at my failed attempt to talk like them. "We'll work on it sweetheart." Louis said while taking my other arm and leading me toward a nice Black Charger.

 

I knew when we were close to the club because I could hear the loud music.

"Here's your ID." Zayn handed me a plastic card with my name and all my information. Everything was correct except my age. It said 18. I smiled at him and he winked at me in return.

"Let's party!" Harry said as he ran out of the car and toward the front door with a long line of people. We skipped everybody and was immediatly let in. I guess you can get in first when your famous. Something I have to get used to.

Once we entered the club my ears almost died. There were lights everywhere and tons of people grinding on each other. It was pretty gross. I will never ever do that in my lifetime.

Okay maybe I did it once or twice at a friend's sweet sixteen but I was high off adrenaline.

I felt a hand grab mine and pulled me to, what I guess, is the bar.

"Now since your only fifteen, you can't go run off and have a one-night stand with a random stranger." Zayn smiled and chuckled a bit.

I gave him a sneaky grin and just shrugged.

"Ski, I'm serious okay? I don't want you getting hurt."

It touched my heart to know that Zayn really cared about me. I watched as his eyes looked from mine to then up and down my body. He bite his lip and smiled.

"Don't even think about it." I said giggling. He held up his hands in defense.

His eyes then looked past me and I watched him smile behind me. I followed his gaze and found this beautiful girl wave at him. Without taking his eyes off her he said, "I'll be back."

I looked around and I absolutely had no idea what to do. It wasn't until I heard a man clear his throat that I came back to reality. I looked to my right to see this amazingly hot dude smiling at me. He had dark messy hair with baby blue eyes. I had a thing for eyes and oh goodness did this boy knock me off my feet. Did I mention he was hot?

"Hello love, what's your name?" he asked with a deep british accent which was the sexiest thing ever.

"My names Ski." He held out his hand and I gladly took it but instead of traditionally shaking it, he brought it up to his mouth and gently kissed it making me melt inside. "What's yours?" I asked mesmerized.

"Caleb"

"Let me get two orders." he tells the bartender. Uh oh.

"Oh no, I don't drink." I protested but it didn't seem like he cared. "There's a first for everything, love." He handed over the drink.

"Urrrr.." I stared down at the clear drink considering my actions. If I didn't take it he'll probably think I'm weird and tell all his other hot friends and I would be a coward but If I did I could have the night of my life and probably not remember anything. Well, isn't that what's suppose to happen?

"Oh come on love." he held his drink in the air and so did I. "For first timers." he said. I gulped it down in one gulp. I closed my eyes and hoped this tingly feeling went away but it didn't.

I immediately start coughing and my throat starts burning like crazy. I need water like now.

"Here take anotha." he hands me over another one and I shake my head in a polite manner to say no.

"Oh come on love, don't be a wimp."

Being stupid I took the small glass and gulped it down. It wasn't as bad but it still burned like hell.

"Three's a charm." he held another one with a charming smile. I smiled back and took it. I once again gulped it down. It didn't sting but instead I felt energized. I felt like I could ride a bull.

RedBull gives you wings.

 Oh gosh, this drink is already making me go crazy. I wonder if this is how my other friends felt at the parties I went to.

 

The next few hours were unforgettable. I made three new friends! All were blondes. There names were... ummm... I forgot but they were amazing dancers! All the boys danced with them. When I joined them a few random guy strangers started grinding on me from all sides. The weird thing is, I didn't stop them.

One of them turned me around and planted a sloppy kiss onto my lips. It was gross but I just went along with it. I haven't even had my first kiss yet. Yeah, this would totally be a story to tell my kids. "Tell me about your first kiss mommy? Oh honey, I was only fifteen and completely drunk and didn't even know the guy!" Psh, yeah right.

His hands then went from my back to lower and lower until it reached my bottom. But it stopped right there because I suddenly was whirled around by a pair of strong hands.

"Hey jerk, get off her!" Harry said with anger full in his eyes. The guy didn't even argue, he just laughed and went to another girl that was a few feet away.

"Harrrrrrrreeeeyyyy." I slurred my words trying to pull his strong gasp off of me. "Come on." he tightened his grip on me and led me out the front door. I stumbled the whole way out even tripping a few times but luckily, Harry caught me.

"Wow, babe your drunk." he said as he put me in the passenger seat. He walked around and got inside the driver's side.

"But what about Leeeeyumm, or Zaaaayn, or Louissss, or-" I totally lost my train of thought and just gave up.

"They'll find a way back." he started the car and we were on our way somewhere.

"Why are you taking me away from the awesome partyyyy." I asked rolling the window up and down, mesmerized for whatever reason.

"Zayn said to check on you and to take you home if you go crazy and that's exactly what I'm doing."

I frowned. Did I really go that crazy? All I did was drink three shots of stuff I don't know and grind on random strangers... Oh and then when I met those girls, they gave me a few drinks...

"Anyways, I wasn't having any fun." he tightened his grip on the wheel and drove faster. "Why?"

"There weren't any pretty girls to get drunk on." he laughed at his own little humor.

"Well, you have meeeee." I layed a hand on his knee, a little too close to you-know-what. I felt him tense up and I giggled. Wait, omg Ski stop, just stop. You're drunk.

In a matter of minutes, we were home and he was carrying me into my room. He plopped me down on my bed and was about to walk out the room but I called his name. He walked back to me and I simply giggled at the sight of him. I got up and walked over to him.

"Ski, what are you doing?" he asked as I put my arms around his neck and pushed him against a nearby wall."

"Shhh." I whispered seductively, putting a finger to his lips. I once again felt him tense up. He even started shaking a bit and stuttering.

"Sk-Ski, you-your dru- drunk." he tried to say but I quickly shut him up by putting my lips on his. My heart told me to stop because Harry was eighteen, I'm fifteen and I'm also drunk but my head said to go even farther.

My hands started playing with his hair and he gave up trying to protest and had his hands feeling up and down my body. We stayed like this for a few minutes, just making out against the wall and feeling each other but I guess Harry couldn't take it any longer.

He pushed me onto the bed and was on top of me in near seconds.

"I-I want you Ski." he whispered into my ear seductively while stroking me up and down my sides. I know I shouldn't be enjoying this because I was only fifteen but oh my goodness, did Harry know how to turn a good girl to bad.

Suddenly the real Ski inside of me woke up and I pushed Harry off of me.

I felt so exposed and vulnerable. This isn't me, this isn't Ski.

"Ski, are you okay?"

"Please get out." I spoke aloud. I'm not sure if I was talking to Harry or the beast inside me.

Harry stood up and scratched the back of his neck.

"Look, I'm sorry if I went a bit too far..."

"Look Harry," I said looking up at him, "please let's just pretend this night never happened."

He nodded and looked at down at the floor.

Well this is embarrassing, I thought to myself.

We both jumped at the sound of the front door downstairs. Harry turned around and began to walk out of the room.

"Thanks for taking me home." I called out.

He turned around and smiled showing his left dimple, "No problem love."

When he left I took off my dress and heels and just slept in my underwear and bra. Although the thing is, I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop thinking of Harry and the events that took place only moments ago.

Harry touched me.

I liked it.

This was hard to process through my mind.

Harry kissed me.

I loved it.

Zayn then popped into my head.

"I don't want to find out my best mate is kissing a fifteen year old."

I rolled over with a groan. What am I suppose to tell Zayn now? This is not how I planned this Photography job to go.

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