Rock Me


1. Olivia



"Don't worry, miss. Everything is in tip-top shape. If not, you can just call down to the front desk," Said the tall, lanky tower manager. I pull off my sunglasses as he stops at a set of large french doors.

"Is this it?" I ask.

"Yes, ma'am. This is our finest penthouse suite. Just as you asked for," He says, smiling.

"Just as my father asked for. Lets just make that clear," I say, smiling up at him.

"Ahh, yes. Mr.Jakobs. He stays in this suite everytime he visits New York," He says.

"I don't mean to seem pushy, but could we go in now?" I ask in my nicest tone. I'm trying to keep my cool, but it was a long flight and I'm tired. I also want to take the topic off of my father.

"Well before we do, ma'am, there is something you should know," he says.

Oh great. Bad news.

"And that is?" I ask slowly

"Well, your mother and father wish to inform you that they have a surprise for you inside this suite," He starts.

"Okay..." I say, pleading him to go on.

"I suppose you know that Ms.Lou Teasedale recently had a baby," He continues.

"Yes. Lou is a close friend of my mother's. She is One Direction's stylist," I say, getting excited.

"Well Ms.Teasedale must have a lot of faith in you, Ms.Jakobs. She has had to retire from her job to take care of her baby, and she has left the job in you're hands," He finishes.

I blink several times and pinch myself to see if I'm dreaming. Nope.

"So if thats all I'm needed for," He says, reaching into his pocket. "Here is a key to the suite and here is the key to the Escalade," Says the lanky man, snapping me out of shock.

"Escalade?" I ask, confused.

"Well you're going to need something to drive the boys in," He says, winking at me.

The lanky man leaves and I stand quietly in the hallway for about a minute before realising I should go introduce myself to the 5 guys I will be living with.

I unlock the large doors and step in quietly. Everything seemed calm in the suite and no one was in sight.

"OHH! That's how its done!" I hear Louis shout from somewhere in the suite.

"Damn it!" I hear a thick Irish accent. Niall.

"Hello?" I call.

"Hello," Someone says smoothly behind me. I jump and spin, coming face-to-face with Harry.

"Holy Shit," I laugh.

He laughs and says, "I'm Harry. And you must be Olivia, the new stylist."

I stare into his eyes for a few seconds and then he raises his eyebrows questioningly.

"Uh, yes. Yes, I'm Olivia. You can call me Liv, though. Everyone else does," I say holding out my hand for a shake. I'm surprised when he brings me in for a hug.

"Its nice to meet you, Liv. But to be honest, it doesn't sound like you fancy that nickname," He says.

"I don't," I sigh.

"Well then I'd be happy to call you Olivia," He says kindly.

I smile at him for a few seconds before we're interupted.

"Well, hello!" Liam says from the kitchen, where he an the rest of the guys have ben watching me and Harry for god knows how long. "You must be the Olivia we've heard so much about. I'm Liam, thats Louis, Zayn, Niall, and-" He stops at Harry.

"Harry," I say, giving each of them hugs. "Its very nice to meet you all."

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