Shit. I sat up straighter, groaning at her. She just narrowed her eyes slightly, raising a questing eyebrow at me as she sat beside me, houses passing by through the windows.

"And why would I care?" I spat, crossing my arms as I leaned into the cushions, enjoying the last luxurious thing I'd have during my stay here.

As I expected, my remark hadn't seemed to faze her at all as she shrugged. "I will have to 'check up' on you every day starting tomorrow, as you may already know," I zoned out after that. Letting her babble on. I really didn't care. All I needed to know was make Simon and the lads think I was better, get the hell out of this place in London and get in her pants, which I planned to do, tomorrow. The get in her pants thing that is.

She was fit after all.

"SOOOO, you'll be stalking me while I'm here?" I interrupted her babbling and she blushed a bright crimson, letting a few pieces of her hair fall loosely around her high cheek bones. I fought the urge to move them away from her face, letting her do that herself.

She shook her head. "No, no, that's not it. I'll just be checking up on you. For an hour and a half each day while you're here. Either in the morning, or after I get off work, sometimes maybe in just a phone call." Damn. An hour and half to get in her pants, I may need more time.

I shrugged this time, flipping my hair over to one side as the limo skidded to a halt, the driver getting out of his door and rushing back to mine. I got out, grabbing my carry on before Amara did. Ignoring her, I looked up at where I'd be staying. It didn't look too bad. The painting on the outside of the small cottage-like house looked well enough.

But there was one problem.

A ratty looking old lady was standing out in the yard, a genuine smile on her face.

Before I could throw a crude remark out to the hag in my new lawn, Amara was at my side, whispering in my ear, "That's Lady Bell, she's the house maid, be nice would you? She's old and fragile. Plus she's only here two more weeks before she gets her month and a half off, she's paid by my father and Simon." With that she walked up to concrete walk way, toward the hag.

I groaned internally. I guess I'd have to keep this to myself.. for now. Just until I got in her pants tomorrow. Although that old..... lady, might slimmin' up the odds a little bit. Fuck. "Whatever," I mumbled under my breath as the limo driver walked up the steps, carrying my bags into the house.

As I walked into the house, ignoring Amara as she laughed with the hag.. I mean lady, damn I might not get use to this 'nice' thing ever again, I noticed it was an old timey kind of thing. A chandelier in the living room which was the only lighting for it besides the small telly and lap sitting on a stool beside the couch. It was like the cottage Eleanor and I... no, I will not mention her.

I continued exploring the house. Seeing it had a small library in the far back, dust covering almost every inch, house maid my ass. I grabbed a few, setting them on a stack on an old chair in the corner of it. Might as well read since I can't do anything that's actually fun. "Louis!" I heard a crinkled voice from behind me and cursed myself under my breath for not hiding good enough.

When I turned I saw exactly what I didn't want to, the old lady standing in the doorway of the library, that same fucking smile from earlier spread out across her lips, "I'm Lady Bell, as Amara says she's told you, anything you need, I'll be happy to get it," before I could respond she'd left me alone. Which was probably the better idea.

Wait. Quickly dropping my carry-on on the chair beside the books, I jogged up to the doorway, peeking out to see the woman fixing a painting at the end of the hall. "Where is Amara?" I called to her, causing her to turn her head to look at me, squinting her eyes a bit. Great, she's fucking partially blind.

Should've seen that one coming dumbass, my mind through at me, causing me to roll my eyes in return, before focusing back on Lady Bell. "She's went shopping deary, to get you groceries, seeming as you're broke," I swear I choked on air just then.

Broke!? I've made millions! This broad is joking! "I'm not broke," I spat, shifting myself so I was completely in the hall, "I've got millions in fifteen different bank accounts in the same bank!"

Lady Bell chuckled lightly, shaking her head at me, "As I recall Simon explaining to Ms. Amara and I," Ms. Amara? "you have to get a job to earn your money. An actual job, like McDonalds or Starbucks. Yes, Starbucks, Ms. Amara works at the one a few blocks away from here. She also works at Camco Publishing a few miles away.." The old women trailed off, turning back to the painting as I stood there; stunned.

I had to get a job, an actual job, I was broke, I couldn't contact the boys. This fucking 'vacation' keeps getting better and better. God dammit! I threw my arms in the air, groaning frustrated and walked back into the library as Lady Bell walked down the hall, turning into another corridor. "Fucking great!" I yelled, slamming my head into a wall beside the dusty window.

This was going to be a great time that is sure to be well spent here.

Keep lying to yourself, my mind laughed hysterically. "You're stuck in this with me," I mumbled, making it stop abruptly, making me smile slightly. Oh great, I'm talking to myself. Lovely.