"Anyways let's start. And where are the other three?" Simon searches around the backyard. I'm guessing he's looking for the rest of the band members.
"So Meghan, not to sound rude here, but why are you here?" Niall asks.
"Well, there may be various reasons besides from the one I know. One, I could be here to duet with you guys, two, probably having a photo-shoot together, three, have a fake relationship with one of you, or four, the reason I know." I shrug.
"Here they are!" I turn back to see the rest of the band mates, Harry, Liam, and Zayn. I bite my lip, eyeing the curly haired one with dimples.
"Meghan, this is Harry, Liam, and Zayn." Simon introduced me to them.
"Hello." Liam shook my hand smiling. Zayn greets me with a handshake then sitting beside Niall.
"Hello Meghan." I turn, looking up to make eye contact with Harry. Boy, he sure was cute. He grabs my hand kissing it and then joining the others. I sit myself beside Simon staying quiet.
"So boys, this is Meghan Burry. Her stardom struck back in 2011 when she had over four million subcribers on YouTube. Now, she has over twelve million subcribers and fans. She's a Youtuber, singer, actress, and a model."
"On a side note, I'm don't consider myself a model or a celebrity." I inform them.
"A couple months back, I met up with her management and we joined together for many things now for the six of you."
"Wait, many things? I thought it was just for this day. My management didn't say anything else besides from hanging out with them." What were Tanya and Jesse up to with Simon? This was unexpected.
"Did you really think you were going to hang out with them?" A smirk spreads across his face.
"I guess the pretty girl isn't that smart." I glare over at Louis clenching my teeth.
"You know, I could smack that smile right off your face Tomlinson." I shake a fist at him.
"Try me." He grins. I lean over the table grabbing his collar.
"Hey! Let go of my boy, unless you want to fight over with my lawyer." Simon warns me. I death stare him down, releasing him as I sat back in my chair.
"I've made many plans with her management to help us both rise up to stardom once again. You'll be doing YouTube videos on her channel, photo-shoots, and writing music together. This will last a couple months." Simon looks at them.
"Is that all? Because I want to leave." I stand to my feet grabbing my cardigan starting to walk back inside.
"Your managers told you what you'll be doing today." I stop on my tracks facing him. Dammit. I walk back sitting a couple chairs away from them.
"Can I just at least get a ride back to my house to change? I don't want to stay in these clothes for the rest of the day."
"Don't be silly Meghan. Just borrow one of the boys clothes." I glance over at the boys as they look away from me.
"I'll stay drenched instead thank you very much." I shake my head.
"Harry, why don't you let her borrow one of your shirts." Simon looks over at Harry pointing him towards me. He nods walking towards me.
"Are you coming?" He turns to me.
"Uh, sure." I was bewildered by his actions. I follow behind him inside the mansion down the hall. He leads me to his room letting me in first. I sit on the edge of the bed fumbling with my hands.
"So Meghan, you're a Youtuber?"
"Well, I can't say I am really anymore, but sure." I slightly nod.
"What do you mean?" He raises his eyebrows.
"Well, I'm fading away from it. I'm becoming more of an actress and singer now." I try to ignore the fact that what I just said was a lie. The truth was, I was being controlled. If I don't do what they say, I might just get kicked out on the streets and lose everything I have now. I had no choice.
"Here." He hands me a white t-shirt.
"Have anything bigger?" I ask.
"You know you're not that tall." He chuckles.
"Well, do you have a shirt that you might not want anymore?"
"Why?" I roll my eyes, shaking my head.
"Do you or not?"
"I think so." He goes through his drawer and pulls out an oversized shirt. He points me to the restroom down the hall. I thank him going in. I take scissors out from my bag cutting the collar of the shirt.
I always carry a sewing kit along with a roll of ribbon for a fashion emergency. I learned my lesson a couple years back at a YouTube convention. It was embarrassing.
I slip on the shirt, lifting it over my chest. I take the sewing kit out quickly cutting and sewing up the shirt. I make some finishing touches, then putting my things away.
I walk back to his room to see him on his phone. His gaze falls upon me as I stand in the doorway.
"Mind tying this?" I turn around as he ties the ribbon around my waist. I face him, looking up at his bright green eyes.
"You look nice." He bites his lip smiling.
"Well that's what emergency sewing kits are for." I laugh nervously.
"How old did you say you were?" He asks.
"And why do you want to know?" I cock an eyebrow at him.
"No reason." He moves closer to me leaving inches between us. I lay a finger on his chest, pushing him back.
"I'm twenty-one if you still wanted to know." I wink at him walking out.
"Playing hard to get I see." He walks beside me.
"I'm not playing hard to get, or playing any games with you. I'm just simply letting you know a bit about me. Besides, I have no interest in a relationship at the moment." I shrug him off joining the others again.