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?


4. Meeting One Direction

We boarded the plane with many other people. Most of them spoke with british accents so they we're probably heading back home for the holidays. Once we got aboard I instantly went for the window seat. My favorite. Once settled I took out my camera.

"One for the trip?" I asked, smiling at my dad. He nodded. I held the up the camrea facing us and snapped it.

"Wow, look at you Ski, you're all grown up." he said smiling at me. Awe, he was going to make me cry. I'm such a baby cause I can easily cry for anything. Dead puppy: crying. Sad movie: crying. I'm just really sensitive.

I lurched foward as the plane took off. I watched as my dad took out his laptop and started going over some work. I looked out my window to see the airport already looking like an ant by my point of view. I snapped a picture of it, smiling. I can't believe it. I finally get to do what I've always dreamed of doing.

I took our my laptop and plugged my Dr Dre Beats headphones into it. I gently put them over my ears drowning out any conversation on the plane. I went on my music library and pressed A Thousand Years by Christina Perri, my favorite song. It's so touching. I put it on repeat and just closed my eyes. I hope by the time I wake up, this 7-8 hour long trip would be over.



"Psst, Ski. Wake up, we're here!" I groaned and just turned over.

"Oh, don't do this now Ski."

"Go away." I mumbled.

"The faster you get up, the faster you can take pictures of your new home." My eyes flung open and I sat straight up which was a terribly idea. I instantly got a bad headache and had to take a few deep breaths. I took off my headphones and shut my laptop, putting it back in my carry on.

My dad put his arm around me as we went to collect our luggage. I finally scouted mine from far away. I pushed through a croud of people before I finally reached it. I grabbed them and turned around to find my dad already with his.

"England, here we come." I said smiling.


"Is this our house?" I asked as I stepped out of the taxi. I looked up to this huge two-story house.

"It's a flat and no this is not. It's where the band lives." He helped the taxi driver with our luggage as I put my camera around my neck. I looked around and gasped at a tree in their front yard. A family of Blue Jays. I quickly put the camera up to my face and focused.


"Perfect," I whispered examining the enviroment around me.

"Come on sweetie, I want you to meet them." my dad called to me from the sidewalk. Honestly, I was a bit nervous. I was going to be taking pictures of a famous british band who for all I know could be super hot.

I walked in with my dad and gasped. This place was huge.I hude voices up stairs then footsteps. I gulped and took a deep breath.

"Hey Brian." Paul came around the corner and shook hands with my dad. He looked over to me and I awkwardly smiled.

"Wow lil Ski, you got big." he said examining my growth in size. Actually I'm very small. I'm not a dwarf size but I was only 5'3. Compared to my other friends, I was short.

"I guess you can't call me lil Ski anymore." I said laughing. I ran over and gave him a hug. He returned one but it was more of a bear hug. Wow, he worked out since the last time I saw him.

"Oh Ski, I would love for you to meet the lads." he said gesturing to the stairs. I looked at my dad hoping he would come with me but instead he just nodded and said, "Go ahead hun, I'll be up there in a few minutes." I nodded and slowly made my way up the stairs.

I finally reached the top but had no idea where to go. There were seven rooms. I think two were bathrooms.

"Ha! Told ya I'll win!" I heard a gentle british accent yell from the room on the end of the hall. I then gunshots and finally understood. Call of Duty. I quietly snuck into the bathroom and checked my appearance. Honestly, I looked pretty good. I shoved a spearmint gum into my mouth and made my way back into the hall way.

I finally reached the door and poked my head in. There we're five guys surrounded by a giant flat screen. One had blonde hair and was amazingly cute. One had a sort of quiff with blonde streaks, and omg was he hot. Next was a guy with a buzz cut. I wouldn't call him hot but he was adorable like a little teddy bear. Then there was a guy who was wearing stripes and toms. Nice sense of style. The last one had really curly hair.

"Ha I won!" the curly-haired boy yelled at the one with the blonde hair. He smiled which showed a dimple on his left cheek. Omg, that just made him so cute.

"Hey guys, this is Ski." I whirled around to find Paul behind me. So much for keeping it on the down low.

I slowly turned around to find them all staring at me. Surprisingly, they were all smiling as well. I smiled back shyly and made a small wave.

"I'm Liam." the buzz-cut kid stood up and held out his hand. I grabbed it and shook.

"I'm Niall." he said with an Irish accent. I thought they were all british? He walked over making me get butterflies in my stomach. Instead of shaking my hand he pulled me in for a hug. He was so warm. I was sort of sad when he pulled away. "We give hugs in this family." he said smiling.

"I'm Louis." the stylish one said sending me a nice smile. He didn't get up but that was fine with me. Less awkwardness.

"I'm Zayn beautiful." the quiff-haired guys rose and came over to me giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek and a hug. For the first time since I entered the room I smiled. As Zayn stepped away, the curly-haired boy appeared smiling. We locked eyes for a moment and I felt so awkward as I watched him undress me with his eyes. I shifted uncomfortably while clearing my throat. He quickly looked away embarrassed about being caught of his dirty act.

"I'm Harry." he said smiling. He held out his hand and I grabbed it but instead of shaking it he brought it up to his lips and gently kissed it. I felt goosebumps form all over my body.

"Wow, I'm surprised she didn't faint." Louis said chuckling.

"Why would I faint?" I asked.

"Oh f-!" Zayn shouted but Paul sent him a stern look before he could finish his curse word.

"What?" I asked. Did I have something on my face?

"You're... American." Niall said looking at me with sparkles in his eyes.

"Is there a problem with that?" I asked getting a bit annoyed.

"No, we just think American girls are hot." Harry simply said smirking. I felt my cheeks go hot. I looked down at my feet blushing.

"Which makes it even weirder that she's American and didn't scream then faint." Louis said.

"Why would I scream then faint?" I apparently am missing something.

"Well, you know, we're One Direction..." he said more after that but I didn't hear him. I did feel like fainting at that moment. I just freaking called One Direction hot when I absolutely, irrevocably, and inevitably hate them.

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