We'll Find A Way
Thinking Records
"You didn't have to drive me all the way to school, you know." Addie said, unbuckling her seatbelt.
Harry snorted, turning off the engine. "Nah, it's fine." He looked at Addie with worried eyes. "You going to be okay?"
Addie shrugged. "I'll be fine, although I'll admit I'm a little scared of what your fans are going to do to me. I mean, they're already mean enough on Twitter. What more if they're in your homeroom class?"
Harry chuckled lightly and nodded. "Give me their Twitters and I'll send them a Tweet. Go get your arse to school, McHale."
"Alright, alright." Addie laughed.
"What time will I pick you up?"
Addie grinned. "Around four, if that's okay? Charles, Sam, and I like to do our homework in the library after school and I-"
"I'll be here." Harry interrupted, smiling. "Take your time with your homework; I have an all-day meeting with the boys." He rolled his eyes, but a smirk played on his lips.
Harry leaned down to peck Addie's lips quickly and said his goodbyes before she jumped down the car and closed the door behind her. He watched her go up the stairs of the school, swishing her hair behind her.
Harry sighed as he stood beside Liam who was talking to Simon.
"Good job, Harry," Simon smiled, breaking the strand of thoughts Harry was drowning in.
He looked up and nodded. "Thanks,"
Harry muted Liam and Simon's conversation and turned around to see Zayn, Louis, and Niall enjoying themselves in the lounge of the building. The three were standing by the white plush sofas, looking through the bowl of fruits in the middle of the mahogany coffee table and the CD stacks on the walls above the sofas.
A lean, tall lady wearing a white, short semi-formal dress cleared her throat as she entered the room. Her long brown hair reached her small waist and her heels clicked against the tiled floor.
"Hello, boys. I'm Claire. Seeing as you are here, you probably got our email sent to Mr. Cowell." She looked at Simon, raising her perfect eyebrow. "I believe you got it, yes?"
He nodded with a smile. "Yes. We are all so fortunate to get your attention on my boys's talent."
Claire smirked and brought her attention back to the five boys. "Mr. McHale would love to meet you lot, so if you follow me upstairs..."
She turned around, showing that her dress appeared to be a backless, its cut until her waist. She lead the way to the elevators waiting, her hips moving to the beat of the soft lounge music playing.
The woman in the front desk smirked at the five boys, who were all eyeing her bum. "Eyes on the prize, boys."
"Shut up," Zayn muttered, pushing his way past Liam to get in front to see a clearer view of the young lady walking in front of him.
Two women, probably in their late twenties, opened the two wooden doors for the lot. The two wore tight black dresses, their hair perfectly curled, makeup perfectly put.
"Do you automatically get hot when you work here?" Louis whispered to Harry, who punched him in the stomach.
"Welcome, boys." A thin, young man stood up from his seat behind a long glass table in the middle of the room, his arms welcoming them with a warm smile. "I'm Peter McHale, owner and founder of Thinking Records, McHale Managements. No shit."
The five laughed as Simon shook Peter's hand firmly. He lead the six to sit down on the transparent glass table which had seven cups of tea and water bottles, one for each seat on the table.
The three white walls were all clean, with posters of artists under Thinking Records. The fourth wall, the one on the right, was a roof-to-floor wooden shelf with CDs and vinyl records stacked up alphabetically.
There was a black couch across the shelves with white throw pillows and a dark table in front of it with magazines in the middle. A long wooden table was at the other side of the room with a bottle of champagne and wine glasses neatly standing on it. The ceiling was white, but had handwritten lyrics all over it from various, popular songs sang by various, popular artists.
"Thank you, Claire." He smiled at her as he sat in the seat on the head of the table.
Claire nodded towards him and turned around, leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
Peter let out a long breath and leaned back in his seat. "Alright, let's start."
Notes
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UPDATE!!!!!!!!??!? Here's an idea ( sorry if this offended you, or made it seem like I am making fun of you) Addie suddenly go's inside the room during the meeting(make up the reason if you want). She sees the boy's and the dad talking, she suddenly freezes and pieces things together that she was used. Although she doesn't show it. Her father introduces her to the boys, she says she's met them once before. She smiles, an o so believable fake smile, to the boys and her dad. She says ; "one direction, you should hire them, they will do anything to get what they want, talented to. Can I go home I feel a little sick I just came to ask if you were able to come home today, and can I have a lift home right now I feel light headed". Or something like that , make it more interesting and DETAILED. She leaves, questioned faces everywhere, exept liam and harry. The meating continues, blah blah blah. And the end of the meeting, the dad says he would go home to cheak on her daughter, the felt uneasy about her daughter being sick al of the sudden. Then Louis, starts to ask one question , what just happened?(to addie). Great story, hope you update, Again Amazing writing Bye!!!!!?!?!?;
2/12/14