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On the walk over, I stayed silent. I felt kind of bad, as Louis was trying so hard to get me to say something other than "Yeah" or "Okay", but I really wasn't sure.
I wasn't sure why I'd accepted his offer. Sure, it was only a week, but why did I do that? Sure, I needed a job, but could I really trust this guy? Sure, he'd said he was in need of a makeup artist, but...
My arguments didn't make much sense, the more I thought about it.
The thing is, I just didn't want to open up to anyone. After a whole year (at least) of living alone, and literally alone, it was weird.
No one ever talked to me. No one ever looked at me, for God's sake.
So now, standing behind Louis Tomlinson as he knocked on the door of the home of One Direction, it was just kind of odd.

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"Harry! Get the door!" I yelled from the kitchen as I stood with the door of the fridge open, looking inside.
"I'm busy! Can you get it?" Was his reply from halfway across the house.
Then, Liam's voice: "Shut up, you two, I'll get the door." His voice floated from the hallway.
I kept looking for some food (Hey, a man's going to eat when he's gotta eat, okay?), partially listening to the conversation going on at the door.
Things were normal, Louis' voice drifted to the kitchen, as expected. He'd seemed kind of distant lately, however.
But then, Liam asked, "Who's this?"
Then I was listening, food forgotten (And if the food is forgotten, it's pretty goddamn serious.).
"This is... someone I met. She says she used to be a makeup artist, and she needs a new job. I thought, since we just lost ours, that there might be a chance we could hire her." Louis replied.
I heard some stomping, obviously the source of it being Harry. He would, of course, come running down the stairs as soon as there was an unfamiliar person at the door, and the word Louis had used was "She".
"Lou! Where've you been?" He asked, then changed his tone of voice to address the 'she'. "And who is this fine young-lady?"
Curious, I peeked around the corner so I could see the door. Louis was leading a girl whose features I could not see through the door as he shut it behind him. The girl was wearing a worn gray hoodie, and all I could see was the black hair falling down her shoulders. She was looking straight at the ground.
Liam was smiling softly and holding out his hand, "I'm Liam." He said politely.
Of course. I almost rolled my eyes. Liam, being all polite and whatever.
Harry, on the other hand, attempted a flirty smirk and stuck his hands in his pockets, just waiting for the girl to glance up and gawk.
But she didn't.
"Liam," I said, "Sorry to interrupt, but, well..." I paused, "We're out of chicken."
Liam glanced at me, Harry glanced at me, Louis glanced at me.
And, yes, the girl glanced at me too. And she smiled. And giggled. "I'm assuming you're Niall." She said. It wasn't a question. I nodded.
She then looked back down. The smile that had crept up on my face disappeared.
"So," Liam said, "Makeup artist."

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Well, I guess I can just skip the parts about the contract and stuff. It was quite the bore, sitting there reading through everything, signing countless papers, when finally we were done.
I guess I can skip to the part when we were all sitting on the couch.
I was still looking down, and I wasn't too keen on speaking to these boys anymore. They... seemed nice and all, but I didn't want to be around people at the moment.
"So, Melody," Harry piped up from somewhere to my left. I shot my head up to glare at him, about to snap, 'How do you know my name?' when I remembered the contracts. He must've seen my signature. "That's a beautiful name." He continued.
"Melody..." Liam repeated, like he was testing the word on his tongue.
Then Zayn: "Melody. Quite unusual. I've never heard that name before." He muttered.
And, Niall, even, "Melody? That's... my mother's name."
I gave him a quizzical look. He shrugged, "Just kidding."
"Yeah, my name is Melody." I confirmed simply.
It felt kind of awkward to be lodged in between five celebrities, now officially their makeup artist for at least a week.
I'd learned quite quickly that some were just like the Internet and gossip described them, and others were the exact opposite.
Harry, of course, was definitely the flirt. He wouldn't stop flashing me his dimples and giving me slight touches on the shoulder or arm or something that would give me goosebumps.
Liam was the sensible one, no doubt. Though he was all responsible, he was also really silly. I think he was the nicest, and most polite.
Zayn was not, at all, shy. I'm sorry, but no way. Zayn was crazy. I'd been a little intimidated at first, when all I could look at were the tattoos and hair and permanent look of... something on his face. But he was ridiculous, almost as much as Louis.
Niall was silly and ate a ton. I thought the rumors were exaggerated, but they were not even close, actually. He was so easy to talk with, to be honest. (Of course, I hadn't done much talking, but when I did, most was with Niall.)
Louis, yes, was the funny one. He wouldn't even stay on topic, really, but I'd noticed something. He wasn't really talking as often as I'd thought he would, and had seemed a little more distant around his bandmates than he had been with me.
Huh. Puzzling, yes it was.
Anyway. Louis was at my right. Liam was at my left, followed by Niall on his left, Harry on Niall's left, and Zayn at the end.
I was lodged between these two, looking at my hands and twisting my fingers uncomfortably in my lap.
"So, are you from around here?" Liam asked me.
I grit my teeth. It wasn't that I didn't like them, but didn't they get the message that I didn't really want to talk? I mostly just wanted to go home, even if it was crap.
"Yes." I said simply.
Liam grunted, and then Niall said, "Maybe, since you're our makeup artist now, it'd be easier if you moved in."
I scowled, tensing at the sudden suggestion. But Niall's comment was met with mutters of approval, even from Louis, who said, "That's actually a good idea." Even though I couldn't quite see him, I knew Louis was looking right at me, thinking the same thing I was.
I clenched my jaw, "Well... I don't know. You guys seem so..." I said hesitantly.
"What?" Harry prompted.
"It's just you guys are so brotherly or something. I've never heard of a makeup artist staying with her... clients, anyway." I said clients like it was questionable. Which it was.
"Technically, Melody, you work for us. So it wouldn't really be that weird." Harry countered.
"We have extra rooms." Zayn added.
I paused for a solid minute. The guys let me think, thank God.
In the end, I finally shrugged, which was difficult, as I was squished between Liam and Louis, "Why not? If you guys don't mind..."
"Believe me, we don't." Harry said, his voice heavy with some hidden thing I couldn't really place.
"I just need to go to my place and get some stuff."
"Do you need one of us to come help?" Liam offered.
I was about to shake my head and decline, but Louis piped up at my right shoulder, "I'll go with you."
Before I could object, Louis got up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to my feet.
The other guys got up as well, all muttering about things.
Harry: "I'm gunna go set up the room."
Zayn: "I'll be with Harry if you need me."
Niall: "I'm, uh, hungry."
Liam was the only one who smiled at me and said, "Welcome to One Direction, Melody."
"But I'm not in the band." I said, pulling away from Louis for a moment, confused.
Liam seemed surprised, "But you are a part of the family, right?" He replied before turning away and not giving me a chance to reply.
Then Louis took my wrist again and pulled me out the front door.

Notes

Thought I'd try some Niall P.O.V.
Sorry I haven't updated in awhile.
Here it is :)
Love ya'll
~MM