I managed!

I'm Summer. Summer Doth. I know, weird name, but that's the least of my worries right now. I'm dating a footballer, I'm a singer, my Dad's a manager.

But the problem is who he manages.

You guessed it; One Direction.

Urggghh, right?...................................that's what I THOUGHT?

Soon enough, things change..But is it for the better?

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1. This is me

 


 

 

Hiya, I'm Summer Doth. I know, weird name. But you can't blame me, blame my Dad. He chose it. Anyway, I live in Bradford, and I have a dad. No mum. She died of Cancer last year, when I was 16, so it doesn't take a genius to work this out; I'm 17. I'm not the popular kind of girl, but I'm not a nerd or loner. I guess you could say I fit in just fine. I'm a singer, and my dad's a manger. He's managing Little Mix right now, but they don't really get on, so my dad's looking for a new band to manage. Oh, talking about bands, I'm in one. We're called Starz. Original, I know. It's me, Livvie(Olivia), Mel, Rose, and Kay. So, I have green eyes, and blonde, curly hair. Little bit of tan and tall, not skinny, nor fat. That's me at the top!

 

Anyway, that's enough about me. Right now, I'm trying to find an outfit. Apparently my dad has found a band to manage. I picked out a blue skirt and a white plain t-shirt. I brushed my brown hair and ran downstairs.

 

''Summer!'' My dad shouted from the kitchen. I went to the kitchen and saw him sat down on one of the chairs. But there were five other boys.

 

OH NO, NOT THEM!

 

One Direction were gathered around my kitchen, talking with my dad. I guess this would be ANY girl's dream, but oh how I hate this. THIS is definitely not my dream. I faked a smile and sat down in between dad and a the one with a quiff and a yellow stripe. I don't know all of their names, but I hate them, that's all I know.

 

''Summer, meet One Direction.'' My dad said, going through all their names. Turns out the one I'm sat next to is Zayn. And then next to him was Niall, then Liam, Harry then last Louis. I smiled at all of them and got up. ''Err, Summer. You hadn't said a word to the lads, introduce yourself.'' My dad ordered, loudly.

 

''Well, hi I'm Summer, I like singing and I hate a particular band otherwise known as ONE DIRECTION. Oh wait, that's you, sorry.'' I hurried, sarcastically, blinking in a flirty/joke way before turning on my heel and rushing up to my room.

 

I hope THAT gave them a taste of my mind.

 

I went onto my computer and tweeted for a while, before I heard a knock on the door.

 

''COME IN!'' I yelled. I had to yell, seeing as my room is half sound proof. The door creaked open and in came...Zayn.

 

I turned around, giving him my back, sighing.

 

''Look, we know you hate us...but will you give us the chance to change that?'' Zayn asked, with a Bradford accent. I frowned and span to face him.

 

''Fine. Now leave me alone.'' I ordered. He nodded and left. I wanted to scream so much, so instead I started singing.

 

''When I'm nervous

I have this thing,yeah

I talk too much

Sometimes I can't just

shut the hell up

It's like I need to tell someone

anyone who'll listen

and that's where I seem to mess up

Yeah, I forget about the consequences

for a minute there I lose my senses

And in the heat of the moment

my mouth starts going

The words start flowing, ahhh

But I never meant to hurt ya

I know it's time that I learnt to

Treat the people I love

LIKE I WANNA BE LOVED...'' Before I could finish (Jessie J, Nobody's Perfect) The door was burst open and in stumbled Zayn. I crossed my arms in frustration, and burrowed my eyebrows together.

 

''Ear-wigging, huh?'' I asked, as he stood there awkwardly, trying to find his balance. He laughed awkwardly before sighing and stood up properly.

 

''I was just about to leave, but then you started singing, and I couldn't help but listen...'' He started.

''Aw, how sweet. NOW LEAVE.'' I  screamed, making him jump. His head dropped and he walked out, sadness showing clearly in his eyes. I smiled, and just then, my phone started ringing. My manager.

 

''Hey Chloe.'' I chirped into the phone. I could hear her giggle on the other end. Me and Chloe had gotten so close since she became my manager. We were like sisters.

 

''Hey, girl. Look, you need to get here now. We have to record a new album soon you know. The other girls are already here.'' She explained. I nodded, but before I can hang up, she continued. ''Wear something SAUCY!'' She squeaked, making me laugh.

 

''Alright. See ya later.'' I hung up, threw my phone on my bed and looked through my wardrobe. I picked out some shiny, silk green leggings and a blue tank top, and a bright green vest underneath. I strapped on some heels and put my hair up in a high pony tail. I applied my usual make up and left.

 

I ran downstairs and was about to leave when someone behind me coughed to get my attention. I span around and put a hand on my waist.

 

''Whoa.'' Zayn said, blinking rapidly. I shook my head and turned back around, and before he can say anything else, I left. I got into my car, took off my heels and drove.

 

Stupid heels, who can drive in 'em?

 

When I arrived, I put on my heels, opened the door and got out. A few whistles erupted from some jerks behind me. I was going to start crying when I remembered what my mum told me before she died...

 

''When boys whistle, don't turn around. You're a lady, not a dog.''

 

I hated it when boys act like this, it makes me feel insecure.

 

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