A New Life

Zoey, a twenty year old woman who is working undercover for the New York Times, is One Direction's new fashion designer and is unaware that there is a brawl between two of the members of the band, for her.


3. The Extemely Quick Getaway.

         After grabbing my carry on, I dashed through the waving flight attendants. I could not run into him. He could run this job before it would start. I move to the ladies restroom right before I hear a faint "Zoey!" in the background. I don't acknowledge it and still move closer to the door and just as I touched the door, I felt a touch of a man grabbing my shoulder.

       "Zoey?" He asked. I coughed and tried to change my voice a bit hoping he does not see my face.

      "What Zoey, mate? The name is Kristen, mate. I gotta use the lou." I even shudder at my terrible British accent. Without an answer back I moved into the restroom. I look at the mirror and start applying make up that I only did for parties, but now that I am One Direction's fashion stylist, I have to live the part. I move into a stall and begin changing.

       "Hey, Darling. I have to say I love those shoes." I heard from the stall next to me. I walk out to simatanoulsy get out with Lou, One Direction's hair and make up stylist. I smile and say thank you.

        " I guess they haven't mentioned it yet, but I am One Direction's new fashion stylist, Zooo-Kristin." I tried to cover it with a slight cough, fortunately she didn't catch on.

        "Oh great, Love! Let's get going then! You have the badge right?" She asked making sure that I was not some crazed fan of One Direction. I take it out of my bag without hesitation. I place it around my neck with my new name showing for her. She smiled and led me out of the restroom.

     "So, are you excited to meet the boys? I gotta admit I thought it would be sick working for a band, but then I heard it was One Direction. I needed the job and so, I took it. I needed the money and it was the best decision I have ever made."

        I smiled and climbed into the cab with Lou and still heard the faint "Hey! Zoey!" I turned back to the tall man with shaggy brown hair standing there.

        "You know that lad?" Lou asked. I laughed playing it off.

         "I had a one night stand with him; I think you guys call it shagging, but took his virginity. I used my fake name so, he calls me Zoey. It's kinda complicated." I explain to her looking back over my shoulder seeing the figure of my past behind me.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

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