Maggie's BOYS

"Starting over is easy.....said no one....ever!"





Follow me... as I embark on a new, crazy and utterly insane road to self-discovery as a MENTOR/HANDLER/TBD for the super group One Direction. Be there as I forge relationships with these five young men, learn who I bond with and who I don’t. Heart strings are pulled, buttons are pushed, and lines are crossed. Is this the excitement and adventure that I had in mind or am I on a journey that is destined for disaster.

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8. Welcome to the 1D family

 

Back in my room err…suite, the first thing I do is kick off my very uncomfortable yet awesome looking heels. I make my way to the bedroom and throw my purse and two inch binder on the bed. I strip out of my clothes and throw on a pair of green “Pink” cotton capris and my favorite tie-dyed pink and lime green pullover hoodie. Once completely settled I pull out my phone to call my best friend. 

“Are you sitting down?” I ask Melissa, wanting to prepare her for the news that I was about to hit her with.

“Yes actually, I am sitting at my desk paying some bills,” she says seemingly preoccupied. “Why what’s up…err…ooh…how did your interview go?”

I had spoke to Melissa earlier this morning and brought her up to speed with all my activities of the previous night. However, she appeared more impressed with the fact that I got to see “Hannah Montana” than anything else. I hopelessly tried to make her understand that Miley Cyrus hasn’t been “Hannah Montana” in a long, long time, but she didn’t care. “She will always be “Hannah Montana” to me,” she admitted. And they call me the crazy one.

Humph.

“I met the band,” I say.

“And….”

“Don’t freak out,” I tell her.

“Uh, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Maggie, spit it out already!” she cried. I could tell that she was starting to get aggravated with me.

“One Direction.”

“W…what?”

“You heard me,” I calmly say.

“It sounded like you said…..One Direction;”

“I did,” I say with a smile.

“Stop playing,” she demanded.

“Melissa, I’m…not…playing.”

“Oh…my…God, are you freaking kidding me right now?”

“No,” I say now laughing at her. “I am not kidding, I promise.”

“Oh wow, Ashley is going to flip out when she finds out,” she says.

“I know, right? that was the first thing that popped into my head after I got past the initial shock.”

“Tell me what happened, and don’t you dare leave anything out,” she said with extreme excitement.

I go on to tell Melissa all the details of my interview, if you can even call it that and then about the actual job offer itself. I tell her about Louis making an ass of himself, and how I called them out for purposely deceiving me. I then explain that after Nina’s sincere apology, all was eventually forgiven.

“Oh my goodness Mag’s, are you going to take it?”

“I’m thinkin about it,” I say as I nonchalantly flip through the pages of the binder.

“I think I would take it,” she says.

“You do realize that these are not actually boys, but men in their early 20’s? Not to mention the fact that they are all incredibly sexy and…that they all have friggen British accents, except for Niall he has an Irish one.”

“I still think that I would take it,” she says. “Besides, when will you ever have an opportunity like this again…uh probably never.”

“I don’t know…I definitely have a lot of thinking to do.”

We continue to talk for another 20 minutes or so when we are interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Shit, who could that be?” I say to her. “I am not expecting anyone.”

“Well go open the door and find out,” she says.

“I am,” I say. “I will call you later.”

“You’d better.”

I end my call and climb off the huge bed, in my bare feet I make my way across the vast area to the door.

I am greeted by a pretty woman in an unfamiliar looking uniform, her name tag says “Caroline”.

“Hi,” I say as my green eyes go wide after catching a brief glimpse of what she is concealing behind her.

“Miss Margot Kincaid?” she asks as she looks at a card in her hand.

“Yes, I’m Mag…err…Margot,” I say correcting myself.

“I have a delivery for you ma’am,” the pretty woman says.

“Are you sure you have the right room?” I ask, knowing she does because she already said my name.

“Yes ma’am, I’m sure,” she says smiling as she hands me the small card that says: MARGOT KINCAID - SUITE 1555.

“Well, okay then,” I say as I motion for her to come in.

I step out of the way and anxiously watch as she pushes the cart full of gifts and goodies into my room.

“Someone sure does like you,” Caroline says smiling as she starts to remove the items from the cart.

I can’t help but grin ear to ear at the site of all the gifts, and I am trying really hard right now to keep my composure, when all I really want to do is….attack! For some crazy reason I feel like a little kid on Christmas morning.

I excuse myself to go grab my purse, while Caroline finishes unloading the cart. I return to find that my entire counter and part of the small dinette are now full of gift baskets, roses, and assorted boxes.

I give Caroline a generous tip and thank her as I walk her to the door, I watch her briefly disappear down the hallway, before I step back into my room and close the door.

I stand in the middle of the entry way looking bewildered, “where do I start,” I ask myself as my eyes dart back and forth between the counter and table.

I decide to start with the roses. They smell wonderful, there must be at least three dozen red roses meticulously placed in this beautiful crystal vase. Yes, I said a “crystal” vase. I have been around Melissa and her flower shop enough times to know that this is not your typical vase. I remove the greeting card that is neatly tucked in front very carefully as I don’t want to disturb the pretty arrangement. A smile forms across my face as I read "WELCOME TO THE 1D FAMILY…WE HOPE!" It is also signed and personalized with little messages by almost everyone that I have met so far. That is really sweet, I think to myself. However, the one signature that stood out to me the most was Louis’, if that is even his signature. Nina probably had to hold a gun to his head to get him to sign it, or just signed it for him. I laugh at the thought of them having to fight him over signing a simple card. That boy is going to cause me trouble, I can feel it in my bones.

I move on to one of the three gift boxes and I open it to find a pink “I heart New York” t-shirt. “Aw, how cute,” I say outloud.

I couldn’t help but laugh outloud when I opened the second box and saw that inside were two sets of pajamas, one was a tank and shorts and the other was a tank and long bottoms which both sets were adorned with the faces of the boys. I can hear the jokes now…so I think I might save those for Ashley.

The third box which was much bigger than the other two, peaked my interest the most. It was a plain looking box, and I could tell that a bow was placed on top to dress it up. I let out a gasp when I initially opened it, out of mere shock I closed the box immediately, then opened it again to make sure that I was not seeing things. Inside were a dozen of the most glorious, gigantic chocolate covered strawberries that I had ever seen. I did not know that strawberries grew to be that friggen big. There were white chocolate ones, milk chocolate ones, dark chocolate with white chocolate swirls. Oh my God I was in heaven. This gift was definitely my favorite thus far.

I reluctantly pulled myself away from my strawberries to check out the two remaining gifts. One was a huge basket of you name it and it was in there. It contained four different types of wine, two red, two white. A bottle of Dom Perignon champagne, assorted meats and cheeses, some type of fancy rosemary and olive oil crackers, smoked salmon spread, caviar and a huge array of Godiva chocolates. I was literally blown away. It will take me a year to go through all of this…okay maybe not the wine and champagne…but the food.

The last basket which not quite as big as the other one, but just as amazing came in second as my overall favorite. It was a basket loaded with tons of beauty products. It contained full bottles of shampoos and conditioners, brushes, hair scrunchees, bath salts, bubble bath and even assorted popular colognes...including the one by the boys, body sprays and lotions, skin cream and so on. I am undeniably a lucky girl…who could so totally get used to this.

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The continuous buzzing of my phone woke me from my strawberry coma. I slowly reach for my phone and I see that it is April, (Noah’s girlfriend) calling me back.

“Hey girl,” I say as I rub the sleep from eyes.

“Hey Maggie,” she says.

“It’s good to hear your voice.”

“Yours too,” she says quietly.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” I ask, pretty much already knowing her answer.

“Nothing really, just missing Noah,” she says confirming that I was right.

“Have you heard from him?”

“Just through his letters. God Maggie I miss him so much,  I can’t handle being away from him this long. I am so miserable. I am not eating or sleeping very well. I just lay in bed all day thinking about him.” She emotionally blurts out.

“April honey, it will be okay, I promise. I miss him terribly too, but we have to let him do this.”

“I know, and I feel awful because I know how much this means to him, but…but, I just want him to come home.”

“Listen, I tell you what…as you know I am out of town for a little while, but when I get back…if you want we…and maybe Melissa and Ashley too, can go to the beach for a few days. We can go relax and have some fun before you start college in the fall. It might help get your mind off of Noah being away.”

“That sounds really good Maggie, I am actually a little excited now. I have never been to the beach before,” she says.

I can hear the excitement in her voice and I am glad that I can help her feel better. I know she loves my nephew, hell they have been together since they were 14 years old. But they are still so young and I am so afraid that they are going to jump into something that neither of them are ready for…like marriage.

I thought, that through our many long conversations about the pros and cons of marriage…I had convinced them that it is best to wait until after they finish college. But now I am not so sure that they are going to listen to my advice. If he misses her, half as much as she misses him and I am sure he does…they are not going to want to wait. I can hear their argument now…”Girlfriends can’t live on base, but wives can.”

“Well sweetie I will see you in about 10 days or so, and have fun shopping for that bikini,” I say as I think I hear someone knocking on my door.

“I love you Maggie and thank you.”

“I love you too,” I say before hanging up.

I slide off of my messy bed and make my way toward the door. I check the time on my phone as I walk and I can see that it is almost 8:00pm. I am not expecting anyone, and you wouldn’t think that it would be another delivery, not this late.

I tried to look through the peep hole as the knocking continues, but even on my tippy-toes I could not reach. I guess they assumed everyone was six foot friggen tall when making that door.

I reach for the handle and slowly open peeking through the crack. I see a manly figure with a familiar mop of curly dark hair standing in the hallway.  

 “Harry?” 

 “Hello, love."

 

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