A/n hiiii :) there's a trailer up there ^^ I think you should watch it before you read :) it was a very dedicated reader that made it and I love her to bits for making it for me ! So watch the trailer before you start :))

I looked around the vacant shop, sighing and taking my old phone. I want a new one, but I can't afford it.

Yeah, I work in a vans shop, you'd think you would get payed well in it, but that is sadly, not the case. With the pay I could barely afford a pair of vans myself after everything is paid for. My mother wanted me to go to college but of course me being me and being lazy was like 'no mom, I'll get a job and save up, then I'll go, it'll be a lot less stress.' Two years later here I stand in the exact same spot with nothing substantial in my bank account. So putting it into simpler terms, college would have been far less stressful than your mother shouting at you for all she's worth when you get home.

It's the same old shit everyday, I get up, I go to work, I come home and mom always has something to shout at me about. I don't even listen anymore, which only angers her more but hey, if you were being shouted at on a daily basis I bet you would get bored of it pretty quick too.

This vans shop is a tiny one at the bottom of the street in London. Since the bigger one opened in the middle of the street this one is just going downhill. They're probably going to close it soon. God help me when they do, I'll have no money and no job. That's two more things my mother could shout at me about.

"Hey Jenny, you can go on your break in ten minutes." My co-worker, Tiffany said. She is literally the most annoying thing ever. She is the biggest slut ever and I hate her so much.

We sat in silence for about five minutes, the usual for us, we never have more than five words to say to each other. We have nothing in common, it sucks working with someone you perpetually hate and despise for various reasons that I am not even going to get into because in all seriousness, I would end up ranting my break away.

She left me alone again and went upstairs to probably slack off like she usually does but I didn't really care anyways. I looked around the bleak room in despair. Apart from a few pairs of overrated shoes there's not much else here. No wonder this place is always so deserted.

The only light in this place was the natural light from the sun, and you don't get much natural light here in London any more.

I was about to get up and yell at Tiffany to come downstairs when something through the window caught my eye. There was actually a crowd outside the shop. A massive crowd of people at that. What's all that about? I gulped because I am going to have to go out in that in a couple of minutes for my break and frankly, I am not very good in big crowds. I get claustrophobic and could possible have a panic attack. I rubbed my face with the heel of my palms knowing there was no way in hell I was going to be able to go out in that.

Then, I noticed something peculiar, the crowd was actually a group of screaming girls and they were also moving closer and closer to this shop and seemed to be following these two lads at the front who were trying to shield themselves. There was what seemed to look like two bodyguards on either side of them but what queried me was why the hell was this crowd following them like this?

My thoughts were interrupted by the door of the shop opening then slamming shut afterwards. I barely had time to register what was happening when there were five people standing a the door. The two big bulky men holding the door shut.

"I knew we shouldn't have come." The brown haired one said running a hand through his messy hair. The blonde one just rolled his eyes. I stood up from my seat, a little shocked by what was happening. Who were these boys? The stupid old seat squeaked as I got up and all their eyes turned to me. I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as the two boys stared at me.

"C-can I help you guys?" I asked them, feeling a little nervous, which I always am in front of customers. The thought never occurred to me until then, maybe that's why my pay is so low, I suck at my job.

"Nah, we're just trying to get away from the crowd as you can see." The blonde boy said, his Irish accent strong. "Sorry for all this."

"Hey. she looks pretty doesn't she?" The dark haired boy said, who hadn't spoken until now.

"Michael, shut the fuck up, I am not hiring her." The blonde spat at him.

"Why would you hire me?" I asked them, totally confused.

"Does you job pay you well?" The man, I now know is named Michael asked me.

"Um a bit personal but no it doesn't." I said, a confused look taking over my features.

"Would you like a job that pays you well?" Michael asked me.

"Michael." The blonde warned.

"Well, yes I would but you'd never find one h-"

"Ah, ah, ah, speak no more." He said, pressing his index finger against my lips, hushing me. I backed away from his finger and threw him a dirty look for touching me.

"What the hell is going on here?" I asked them. My eyes adverted to the two men trying to keep that door shut. I could have given them a key to lock it but it was amusing to watch.

"Do you not know who they are?" He asked me, gesturing towards the brown and blonde boys standing in the middle of the small shop. The crowd was still screaming outside and it was starting to do my head in.

"No, am I supposed to know?" I asked him.

"That's Niall Horan and Louis Tomlinson." He announced. I still looked dumbfound, having no clue who they were. "From One Direction." He said, obviously looking for a bigger reaction. "Still nothing?" He asked me and I shook my head. "They're only in the biggest boyband in the world." He said.

One Direction? One Direction? I guess the name does sound familiar they sang that song- oh what's it called, um you don't know you're beautiful or something.

"Am I meant to be impressed or something because those names seriously mean nothing to me." I admitted. I seriously didn't care of they were in the biggest boyband in the world, they're just normal people at the end of the day, nothing special about them.

"See Niall, she is perfect for the job." Michael said to the blonde boy who is now named Niall.

"What job?" I asked him as Niall glared at him.

"I am trying to hire someone to be Niall, here's girlfriend, he said he didn't like all the girls we interviewed because they all knew who he was and look at this Niall, someone who doesn't have a clue who you are and couldn't give a shit." Michael said turning to face Niall.

"Yeah, she doesn't give a shit and neither do I so no need to hire her." He said, looking at a pair of burgundy vans.

"Would you like to be Niall Horan's girlfriend for a while?" He asked me and I stood there a little shocked for a bit.

"Um what?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"He's having a little trouble finding a girl, it will make his image look better if you pretend for a bit with him." Michael smiled hopefully a me.

"Pretend?" I asked him.

"Yes, when you guys are out in public maybe hold hands, pretend you're in love and everyone is happy."

"What would I get out of it?" I asked him.

"A very large salary." He smirked.

"Michael please don't do this." Niall begged him.

"Niall, you know this is my job, modest hired me to do this and I have to do my job." Michael said to him. "So what do you think," He paused, obviously going to say my name but he didn't know it.

"Jenny." I told him.

"So what do you think Jenny?" He asked me.

"Um, I don't really know about this..." I trailed off. It was all so sudden, like how was I meant to answer right away like that?

"You know what, here's my card with my number, if you want to do it just phone me, we are in London for the next week so you have until next Wednesday to make up your mind." He said, handing me a small card with a name ad a number on it. "Will you think about it for me? If you call we'll take you in for an interview and agree on prices and rules then, agreed?" He asked me.

"I am not sure yet, I highly doubt I will." I said. Niall and the other guy wasn't even paying attention anymore they were both showing each other something on one of their phones and laughing. I sighed but took the card from his hand anyways. He give me a smile.

"Will you at least think about it?" He asked me.

"Fine, I'll think ab-"

"Oh my God is that Niall from One Direction." Tiffany said running over to Niall getting all excited. I rolled my eyes and slipped the card in my back pocket. Niall looked a little uncomfortable as she threw herself into his arms.

"Could you guys get that crowd away from here? It's my break time and I want to leave." I said.

"Sure." The brown haired boy said.

"Jenny, you don't talk to Niall Horan like that." Tiffany hissed at me but I just rolled my eyes again. Once the door of the shop opened the screaming was so loud I just ran upstairs out of the way.

"Think about it." I heard Michael shout at me as I ran up the stairs.

What the hell just happened? Why did they ask me? And am I actually going to do this? Probably not knowing me. I'd be too shy to do it. I took out the card and peered at it subconsciously before quickly coming back to reality and going back down the stairs to finally go on my break. Tiffany was shouting something at me but I ignored her and ran out the door anyways.

The shop was full of girls, buying things they thought those boys touched. I swear teenage girls these days are demented, I don't even know what's going through their heads, they need help. But then again, maybe I do too because I am actually debating whether or not to do this when my mind should be set at no, but I can't help think it might help me get the money for college and I might make my mom proud.

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A/N This is only my second fanfic, but I wanted to write another one a bit different to my first one. So if you're reading thank you so much, I don't know how often I'll b updating seeing as I am still writing another one, but I'll try as often as I can because it's fun to write haha

A bit of a weird starting but oh well, if you vote and comment I'll love you forever :P Thank you !!!