I took out my earbuds and drifted off to sleep. My dream were a mess like always. They jumped from me knife dancing to images of 5SOS and 1D.

I woke to the sound of my doorbell ringing. I quickly put my hair in a ponytail and threw on some bracelets to cover the scars.
When I answered the door I saw five boys. I feel like I should know them.
“Hello are you Jorda-”
“Who are you and why do I care?” I cut the blond boy off. He looked slightly offended and slightly surprised. I glared at him tapping my foot with impatience.
“Well” A boy with long hair responded this time, “We’re, um, One Direction and we thought that the uh, winner of our contest lived here.”
My expression immediately softened. How could I forget that they were coming today.
“Oh my god I'm so sorry.” I said as i rushed them inside, knowing fans would soon see them. “I'm Jordan, please come in. I’m so sorry. It totally slipped my mind that you guys were coming today. Here have a seat on the couch, do want anything to drink?”
The boys all shook their head as they made their way to the couch. Why didn't they say their names went I asked who they were. I didn't know their names. I didn't know anything about them other than that they were in the band One Direction, and were spending two weeks with me. This should be fun.
I grabbed a breakfast bar and jumped on the love seat. When I flicked on the television I noticed that they boys were staring at me.
“What?” I asked. Just Because they were there doesn't mean that I was going to be a totally different person. If they didn't like who I was then they could leave.
“Nothing,” this time it was the boy with tattooed arms that answered, “it's just we’re not used to a fan meetings us and then pretending that we don't excised.”
I hated him right now. I have no idea why.
“Trust me” I said turning off the television, and getting up. “I’m not a fan.”
I walked over to the medicine cabinet and took out my pills. All the boys were watching as I swallowed two pills with water. I began explaining the rules as I made breakfast.
“Listen up.” I commanded, “Rule one. Don't touch my stuff. Rule two don't touch my food. Rule three. Don't disturb me when I'm practicing or recording. Rule four. Don't ask about my past. Rule five. Don't try and lure Tiger out. And finally, rule six. Treat me how you want me to treat you.” I finished my speak and almost immediately the boy with long hair asked,
“Who's Tiger?”
“My pet,” I replied eating a spoonful of cereal.
"You have a pet tiger?” It was blondie this time.
I nearly spit out my cereal. I didn't know if it was because he was famous or what, but man this boy was stupid.
“Of course, I don't have a pet tiger.” I said rather annoyed, “Tiger is the name of my bunny.”
At the mention of a bunny the long-haired boy's head perked up.
“Oh yeah,” I said remembering that I didn't know, “What are your people's name?”
They all looked at me like I was crazy and thought that long hair was going to faint. They all went down the line stating their names.
“Harry Styles” Long hair.
“Zayn Malik.” Tattoo arms.
“Niall Horan.” Blondie
“Liam Payne.” Buzz cut.
“Louis Tomlinson.” Other.
“Got it.” I said cleaning up my breakfast. “Alright there are three rooms you can sleep in. There are the two guest bedrooms, one has a double bed and one has a single. And then there is the master bedroom. It has a king sized bed. You can chose who sleeps where.”
Once I was finished Niall raised his hand. I nodded at him signalling it was okay to speak.
“Don't you sleep in the master?”
Shit. Why did you have to bring this up I pushed back the bad memories and said, “No I don't. Now if you don't mind I’m going to shower and get ready for the day, feel free to settle in.”

Notes

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