I groaned and sat up, my eyes still blurry from the sudden light change. I looked around the room, and saw my clothes thrown across the floor, along with his. The thought of him makes me smile, and I turn my head to face him. He is still sleeping, releasing even and slow breaths from his perfect lips. He looks so peaceful, I don't want to disturb him and ruin this perfect moment. But I must for we have a tight schedule.

"Babe. C'mon. Wakey wakey," I cooed. He stirred slightly, but stayed deep in sleep. I poked his cheek, earning me a throaty groan to be released. I chuckled at his reaction, and bent down to place a kiss on his jawline. But before my lips came into contact with his skin, I was suddenly flipped over, and was looking up bewilderedly at his face. He had a smirk on his face, and kissed my neck. I stayed frozen in place, my brain slowly registering his actions. My mind seems to only be waking up as well.

"Love, have you ever heard the phrase "Don't poke the bear"?"

I smiled at his words. "Of course I have. I just choose to ignore that particular philosophy."

He groaned and sat up. "Of course you do," He chuckled. I looked up at him innocently, and removed myself from the comfort of the bed. I strode to the bathroom, leaving my boyfriend behind me.

Liam.

Liam Payne is my boyfriend, and I'm Taylor Parnell.

And this is the story of how, well, of how this unbelievable reality came to be.


---


-Ten months before-

"Attention, passengers, we have begun our decent into London. The local time is precisely 8:24 p.m., and around 54 degrees. Please make sure your seat belt is fastened, and chairs pulled into an upright and locked position. From all of us at British Airlines we welcome you to London, and thank you for choosing our airline." I looked out my window, eager to see my new home for the coming week.

Being the youngling I was, I had no clue what I was doing. So when these people, successful people who had money coming in from every country that covered this planet, called me and offered me this job, I knew I had to take it. They had called me regarding my online blog, "Picture Perfect", and told me that it was just what they needed; a refreshing new insight and bright outlook on the simplest things. These people had called me, and asked me to be the blogger for One Direction. Now, they said I took simple things and made it bright, and beautiful, but these boys didn't need that. Simply stating their name came glamour, and perfection. But I would take it.

My heart fluttered, but not for the reasons most would imagine. I was not imagining the possible romance to uprise with one of the boys, but being advertised for my work. These boys were my ticket to success. I did not fear the hate, or criticism, or accusations that would be thrown my way by the media or crazed fans. Because nothing was going to happen. My prince charming was at my home, probably anxiously awaiting my call to say I had safely landed. I smirked at the thought of his dark chocolate eyes straying from the tv to his mobile. Carson was everything I needed. He was charming, and he got along with my parents. He was sweet, funny, not bad on the eyes, and intelligent. What more could I want?

I had hardly noticed how close we were until to the ground, but was finally shaken out of my thoughts -literally- when the plane finally touched ground. I groaned from the oncoming head ache creeping up from all the shaking. "Attention passengers, we would appreciate it if you please kept your seatbelt securely fastened until the captain has turned the seatbelt sign off. At this time, you may turn on any mobiles, or portable electronic device. Once again, thank you for choosing British Airlines, and we hope you enjoy your stay here in London."

I impatiently tapped my foot, earning myself a glare thrown by the man sitting next to me. I peered at him from the corner of my eye, and observed his profile. Seeing the stray gray hairs perched on his head, I could assume he was in his forties, soon to be fifties. Possibly younger. I couldn't tell, because his face looked young, but was covered in wrinkles from frowning, creasing his eyebrows, or of age. Possibly all three. He had a gold band around his ring finger, and was dressed for a business meeting.

His phone rang, and he picked it up on the first ring. "Love," he breathed out. Slowly his lips turned upwards. I guess that's as close as it's going to get to a smile. "Yes, hun. I have just landed…. Yes…. Tell the kids daddy loves them….Yes, love…I'll see you soon…Bye." He hung up, and glanced sadly down at his phone. Poor, lad. Probably is feeling homesick.

When I was finally off the plane, I made my way to baggage claim, and spotted a driver holding up a sheet of paper with my name on it. From my understanding, I would be driven to the hotel where the boys are staying as well, and the tour starts tomorrow. First, they'll be doing concerts that take place in the local area, then move to somewhere off in the country by the end of the week.

I strode up to the man, and grinned at him, which he kindly returned. "Miss Parnell?" He asked politely.

"Please, call me Taylor."

He tilted his hat down to me. "Well, Miss Parnell, right this way." He motioned the way, and I walked while dragging me luggage behind me.

"Taylor," I singsonged to him. I heard him chuckle, and when we reached the sleek black limo, he took my bags and placed them in the trunk.

"I presume you know where to go? Because I'm afraid no one's informed me about where my whereabouts will take place for the next few days," I asked him when he entered the car.

"Of course, Ma'am. It's my job." I left the conversation at that, and stared out the window gazing at the city in awe.

For several long minutes, me and the driver sat in silence, leaving each other to their thoughts. But he decided to finally interrupt the silence. "I'm Sam, by the way."

"Lovely to meet you, Sam," I responded.

"You seem quite collected for a girl who's about to go on tour with the five most famous boys in the world," he inquired.

I allowed myself a small smile at the thought. "Well, I guess I just know they're normal boys. And I've come on business. Not for enjoyment and vacation."

Sam nodded his head in approval. "The world could use more woman like you; driven, focused, determined. I hope you have a wonderful time, and wish you the best," He stated as we pulled up to a hotel.

I turned my attention to what was outside of the limo, and looked with wide eyes at the massive crowd awaiting our arrival. The screaming girls all turned their attention towards the car, hoping with all their might that it was one of the boys.

I looked at Sam, fear and worry probably written all over my features. He gave me a sympathetic smile, and strode out of the car. I reluctantly left the safety of the vehicle, and met him half way to gather my things. The fans seemed disappointed with my appearance, but nonetheless screamed their mighty hearts out.

Sam gave me a gentle hug, tipped his hat once more, and got back into his car. I released a shaky breath, and faced the crowd. With my head kept down, and body tense, I stalked through them, silently cursing them for not cutting a break. The bodyguards were no help, and I glared at them, as they tried to grab me. I ripped my arm away, and stomped determinedly to the entrance.

If it was possible, their screaming had grown louder, and I spared a glance up. I saw non other than Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, and Zayn Malik striding over to me. The smiled, and waved politely at the girls, but kept a steady pace towards me. Harry and Zayn placed their hands on the small of my back, and guided me forward, while Louis flanked behind us hoping to derail the crowd.

After long minutes of fighting the crowd we had finally reached the inside. I heard Harry release a breath, and I finally looked up to meet my… coworkers if you will.

"Sorry, love. You get used to it after a while. I'm Zayn." Zayn stuck out his hand, which I shook, and then I turned to the rest.

"I'm Harry."

"And I'm Jennifer." I smirked slightly at the playfulness of the brunette, and watched them banter. Harry smacked Louis upside the head, and Louis pouted. While Harry was laughing at something Zayn had said, Louis smacked Harry's bum, and ran off to the elevator. he was soon chased by the curly headed fellow who was shouting profanities, leaving me with Zayn.

"You may get used to the fans and the paparazzi, but you will never get used to them." The tanned boy rolled his eyes, and retrieved some of my luggage. We stalked off to the elevator, and soon I was lead to a room.

Being the gentleman he was, Zayn opened the door, and I mumbled a "Thank you" before striding into the room. I quickly spotted Harry and Louis who were wrestling on the floor. They seemed completely oblivious to my entrance, but sprung up like a gun had been fired when Zayn shouted.

"Oi! Quit being a bunch of asses for a moment, and welcome our guest!"

A blonde boy appeared out of nowhere with his mouth full, and wrapped his arms around me. "Welcome, tour buddy! Glad you could be joinin' us! I think we all need a change of company." I grinned at him. "I'm Niall," he said proudly.

Harry and Louis had joined us by then, and I finally turned to the last boy.

"Liam." I shook his hand, and smiled at him. His whole persona was intriguing.

"I'm Taylor Parnell. It will be nice working with you for the next few months. Thanks for having me," I said calmly. I saw Louis tilt his head curiously, and then he laughed. I narrowed my eyes at him, and he instantly retreated from my harsh glare. The others snickered at Louis' reaction.

"Loosen up a bit, love! We don't bite! Well, I make no promises about the blonde bastard," Louis jutted a thumb to Niall, who had his mouth hanging open in a shocked manor. He turned to me quickly and shook his head furiously.

"No! I don't bite! Louis-he-I-damn!" He sputtered. He then tackled Louis, and I stumbled backwards only to be caught by Zayn. He chuckled, and said, "Welcome home, Taylor. I wish you luck."

His words worried me, but the fear of the unknown was only what made it all the more thrilling. I observed the room, and the crowd who I would now be living with, and smiled.

This would be an interesting few months.

Notes

Please comment! We love getting feedback!

Rating is good too...

Thanks a ton!