Lindsey POV

You have got to be fucking kidding me.
I exclaimed as I threw the magazine off the side of the bed. Why do I even read Sports Illustrated anymore? I asked myself not coming up with an answer.
One mistake, one huge mistake was all it had taken to bring everything crashing down. I stared around at the rather blank walls of my apartment. Most of my money had come from sponsorship's while I was swimming, so left on my own I was having a hard time making ends meet. I did however get to keep the stuff they gave me which was probably the only reason I had a smart phone instead of a flip phone. Dori started singing from my phone letting me know that someone was calling.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming......
I really should change my ringtone. Checking the caller ID I saw that my sister, Cynthia, was calling.
"S'up Thea." I answered the phone falling back onto the bed.
"Are you still at home Lindsey?" Her stern tone echoed through the phone.
"Yes." I said slowly.
"I thought you were going to go look for a job Lindsey you promised." She whined through the phone.
I groaned in response. I had held several jobs over the past two years. Everything from mopping floors to serving brownies but nothing stuck. People always started to get weird, the job started to get boring and I ended up getting myself fired.
"I have tried nothing seems to work Thea." I complained.
I heard her sigh into the phone.
"Lindsey when will you ever grow up. Well I have a proposition for you and it does involve working." She said calmly.
"Please tell me it is better then the last one." I said hopefully.

Cynthia worked as junior management for Modest!Management. While I was the poor one Cynthia seemed to have it all together. That is except for her useless little sister that was always getting into trouble. Thus Cynthia had tried several very unsuccessful times to "fix" me. It often involved a crummy job that I hated.

"I think I found you a job.” Cynthia stated. I groaned into the phone telling her I wasn’t interested.
“What is it this time? A janitor? A secretary?”
“No, I think you’ll like this one.” My silence presented to her all my doubt that I would.
“Well a member of staff quit for one of our acts and we are scrambling for a replacement and I think you will do quite well at it. So, I recommended you for the position and they thought that you would do as long as you are up to it.” She said rambling.
Cynthia had a bad habit of rambling and never quite getting her point across. I thought it made her sound like a complete idiot sometimes but apparently it worked for her job.
“What is this job?” I asked in a flat tone.
“A personal trainer of course.” She said like I was stupid.
I thought about it for a second. I definitely had the experience to do it. I had honestly never thought of it before. Being a personal trainer would use what I already know, gave me a chance to yell at people, and being a people person wasn’t necessary.
“When do I start?” I consented.
Cynthia squealed into the phone causing me to pull it away from my ear.
“See I knew you were the right person for the job. See Linds you are getting yourself on the right track. Who knows if the job works out……”
“Cynthia.” I said annoyed.
“Oh yeah you start Monday at 8.” She admitted. “Well bye little sis I’m proud of you.”
I hung up the phone shaking my head and wondered what I had gotten myself into.

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Monday morning came too soon. My alarm got me up at an hour I hadn’t been up at for a while. I pulled myself out of bed and into the shower before slipping on tight sweatpants and a tank top. If I was going to be in the gym I might as well dress accordingly.
Cynthia had called me one too many times over the weekend babbling on about how I was doing the right thing and that she was so proud of me. I didn’t get why deciding to try out a job got her panties in such a twist.
The management office was already bustling as I came in off the street. Cynthia had told me earlier that this is where they wanted to meet. I walked up to the front desk and the secretary gave me a weird look. Apparently she was used to people in suits and ties.
“Um I’m Lindsey Waters. I was told to meet someone here this morning.”
The secretary raised her eyebrow before looking back at the computer.
“One second.”
I waited patiently tapping my foot as her fingers typed quickly on the keyboard. I looked around at the people bustling through the building. They all seemed rather absorbed in their own lives although that was pretty common for London.
“Well Miss Waters the meeting you are talking about is it room 408. If you go up the elevator and take the first right it should be at the end of the hallway.”
The secretary finally answered giving me a fake smile and gesturing with her pen. I smiled in return and followed her instructions.

Reaching the door marked 408 I knocked lightly with my knuckles.
“Come in.” A male voice announced.
I opened the door and saw a long table with people and suits lounging around it. My sister looked at me with a smile from one end of the table.
“Ah Miss Waters how kind of you to join us.” Confused I took the seat next to my sister.
“We wanted to see you this morning to clear up a couple of things before you start. First of all please sign this.” The man at the head of the table boomed. He handed me some papers held together by a paper clip.
“It is a confidentiality agreement it has all the standard procedures and protocol.”
I scanned the document carefully. It was just a standard agreement I had seen them before. I grabbed the pen and scribbled my name at the bottom.
“Secondly I’m sure the reasons were your own but we just have to check. You did leave the Olympics two years ago of your own accord instead of being forced out correct?” He asked.

I breathed a sigh of relief as to how the question was worded. Many interview I had had in the past had asked me my reasons. Once they were more interested in my personal life then giving me a job I was done considering it. I flashed the man a smile.

“Yes sir I left of my own accord.”
“Very well I think you are ready to start. I’m sure your sister can show you to where you need to be."
I nodded my head at got up. I followed Cynthia down the hall to another door.
“I figured you would like to sit down with who you are working with and figure out a schedule before starting?” Cynthia asked probably hoping she wasn’t wrong.
Cynthia acted differently around the office. She was quieter, more timid. I flashed her a reassuring smile.

“Of course I have to figure out where my starting point is.”
Cynthia’s smile broadened.
“Well they are right in here we told them to wait for you.”

I looked at her confused she hadn’t told me I was working with more than one person.
I opened the door misjudging the weight and sent it slamming into the wall on the inside.
I winced at the sound as the 5 boys inside looked at me startled. I recognized them from the posters and ads I had seen as one direction.
“Hi.” I said awkwardly.
“....Hi.” The one with long hair said tentatively.

“Um well, I’m Lindsey I’m your new personal trainer. I doubt we are going to be friends, I’m just here to make sure you guys look good in the pictures they take of you.” I stated.
“You’re the new trainer?” The one of the other bandmates answered.
“Is there a problem with that?” I asked raising my eyebrows.
He shook his head. I sat down in a swivel chair facing them.

“Well first of all I need to know your names and then we need to figure out our goals and starting points.” I started folding my hands together.
They looked at me kind of baffled.

“Um well I’m Niall, that’s Louis, Harry, Liam and Zayn in the back.” Niall stated flashing me a smile. Zayn lifted his hand in the back at the mention of the name but the other three still just stared at me. I’m pretty sure I caught Harry checking me out though.

“Very well, brownie points to you Niall for taking charge. But that doesn’t mean you get brownies because from now on all sugar be it biscuits or soda is off your diets. For that matter alcohol is of your diet as well.”
The boys looked at me shocked while my words sunk into their brains before they started talking in overlapping voices. I raised my hands for silence.
“They are paying me to make sure you guys are in shape I intend to do my job. Now what are your goals?”
“To grow fat and lazy.” Harry joked leaning back and patting his stomach.

“Not on my watch.” I remarked before turning to the rest of the boys.“Now do any of you have legitimate goals and not jokes or do I need to make some up?” I asked. They all shrugged their shoulders.
This was going to be harder than I thought.

Notes

so first chapter down an undetermined number more to go :)
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