"So very charmed to meet you," sparkling emerald eyes looked directly at my father. I am Christina Dylan.
I wanted to be a singer, so my filthy rich father got me a producer meet up. I was now meeting One Direction, a Brit-Irish boyband who heard my single, "Stars", and decided they wanted to meet and promote me.
"And this is the famous singer, Christina! Pleasure to meet you," Harry Styles was talking to me! Control your inner fangirl, I told myself.
"Pleasure is mine!" I said politely, and my voice was strong and not weak and wavering like my insides.
"Alrighty boys, do your worst, she doesn't need too much work," my father said before kissing me on the forehead and exiting the building. I watched him drive away in our discreet black car, and realized I wasn't going to be seeing him for quite a while.
"Let's start with an interview!" Louis joked, handing me a piece of paper and a pen.
1)Do you eat carrots?
I have a pigeon named Paul, too.
2) What are your vocal ranges?
Aren't you supposed to be telling me that?
3)How many times have you had sex?
That is a secret for me to keep, and possibly a luck one of you to find out! ;)
4)Will you go out with us one night?
Depends, where are we eating and what are we doing? -Christina Dylan
"I like your sense of humor!" Louis said.
"And I like that she put a winky face after a sexual sentence," Harry teased.
I blushed a deep crimson red as they tried to decipher my words. Most probably, the were just words, there to entertain, serving no real purpose.
"Alright Christina, can we hear part of your song, 'Stars'?" Zayn asked.
"Fireballs in the universe
out there, to be seen
Being wished upon
And used without their knowing
But I can observe their magic
When they talk to the girls, the boys, the mothers and fathers of the generation!
Why detain yourself?
Let yourself dream!
Just dream!" I smiled and bowed when the boys started clapping, "And they're trapped in foreverness," I finished with a very Christina Aguilera sound.
"I've got no suggestions," Louis said.
"I do!" Harry smiled deviously, "How about you take off those layers covering your beautifulness, cause then my balls would be on fire!"
All the boys gaped at him, and I chuckled to myself.
"Love, He isn't kidding," Niall said in his thick Irish accent. My inner fangirl was dying, he called me love!
"Oh, I know," I responded with moderate coolness, "That is why I was chuckling, because he's gotta earn my body!"
"How old are you?" Liam asked.
"I am newly 18," I said, proud that I was around their age.
"How does being an adult suit you?" Harry asked
"It isn't as bad as being 20, so I suppose I can thank Louis for taking that spot today!" I replied teasingly.
"Ugh, honey, don't remind boo-bear. I see a grey hair on my head and I freak!" Louis did his sass-master impression.
I honestly felt comfortable around the boys, they were sweet, funny, innappropriate, and absolutely smoking hot! PLUS, the liked her music, which was insane, considering that she wrote that song in a day, and it just popped into her head.
"So do ya want to come to dinner at my place? We're all gonna be there, and my mom is gonna cook!" Harry asked with enthusiam that couldn't be faked.
"Where else am I gonna go, Harry? I am gonna be with you boys for a long long time, and I don't know when I am going to be picked up. My dad left me with 10 grand, and is having my entire wardrobe shipped to your place Harry, so I am assuming I am gonna be camping there for a while while he tours,"