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?


19. Precious Moments

Harry and I spent the rest of the day in bed watching movies and eating ice cream. We watched Titanic and I cried like a baby. Harry Eskimo kissed me and told me I looked cute when I cry. I didn't notice he was crying too near the end, when Rose was holding onto Jack for dear life,

"Harry, are you okay?" I asked, he was sobbing now but wiped his tears and nodded. I grabbed his face so he can look at me.

"Tell me what's wrong?" he wiped his tears and looked into my eyes.

"I just couldn't stand to think of what would happen if we got seperated..." he closes his eyes trying to fight back the tears but they flow down anyway.

I pulled him into a hug and he cried into my shoulder. We stood like this until the very end of the movie. I tried to pull him off me but he put all his weight on me. I looked at him and his eyes were closed and he snored softly. Cutest view ever!

I set him down on the pillow and kissed his forehead before leaving the room.


"Hey Louis, where's everybody?" I plopped down on the couch next to him. He was watching re-runs of Boy Meets World, my favorite tv show.

"Zayn's at the mall, Liam's taking a shower, and I don't know where Niall is but he looked really upset."

Niall? Why was Niall upset?

"Do you know where he was headed?" I asked grabbing my phone. He pointed toward the front door and I ran out. I was still in my pajama shorts and a t-shirt and it was absolutely freezing outside.

There was only one place I know Niall would go. I ran toward the abandoned playground not stopping to catch my breath.

I found him sitting on the swing with his head buried in his hands. I quietly crept up toward him but he sensed my presence and turned around. His eyes were puffy and red as if he was crying for weeks. I took a seat next to him and stared at him until he looked back into my eyes.

"Niall, what's wrong?"  I reached for his hand but he yanked away.

"You, that's what's wrong." he turned the swing around so his back faced me. With two hands I spinned it back.

"What did I do?" I asked. I tried to think back to the last time I saw him but the only thing I remembered was him tickling me to death and why would he be mad at that?

"You kissed Harry and forgave him, when you were going to break up with him, I thought I might actually have a chance with you."

"How did you-" I started but he already answere the question I didn't even finish saying,

"I heard you talking to Zayn last night and then I came to check on you, you said you forgave him then kissed him, like you loved him which you also said might I add." he tried turning around again but I held a tight grip of the swing.

"Niall, would it make you feel better if I told you a secret?" I said. Hopefully this would make him feel better.

"If I wasn't dating Harry, I would honestly love to date you, you were my first choice." he looked a me with hopeful eyes and I gave him a cheeky wink. I pulled him into a tight hug and he wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tighter.

"Can you promise me that if you and Harry ever break up, I could be your boyfriend?

"I promise."



On the walk home, I let Niall put his arm around my waist. First off, he could at least touch me, holding his arm around my waist doesn't kill anybody, and second off, I was freezing cold!

We arrived home and everybody was in the living room. Good, we needed to talk

"Okay everybody sit down, I need to talk to you guys."

I watched as one by one the boys sat down on the small couch. Suddenly Paul and my dad came in through the front door. I gestured to the couch, "Sit."

Without hesitation they sat down, good, let woman take control for once in awhile.

Once settled I poured out everything that has happened to me since I moved here. I told the boys how I hated them so much but now I seem to love every single one of them dearly. I told my dad and Paul that I'm dating Harry, but I didn't tell him about me sleeping with him, I told Harry that if I wasn't with him I would be with Niall because I did like him before any of the boys. I told Zayn how much he means to me, how they all mean to me. I also told Harry how his bestfriend, Niall, likes me and it breaks his heart everytime he sees us together. I told them about the promise I've made and I then remembered somethign I forgot to them. I told my dad and Paul about the situation with Niall kissing me then Harry and the whole fight. Me going to the airport and coming back. It ook a few deep breaths before I told them about what Zayn did to me. The scars weren't there anymore but I could tell they believed me.

After I finished, I felt a few wet drops come onto my hands. I didn't even know I started to cry. Without warning, the boys came over and tackled me into a hug. Paul and dad came over and joined this really big group hug.

"I love you guys, all of you.." I said into the squished huddle.

"We love you too Ski."


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