Hitting The Right Note. [ A Harry Styles/One Direction Fan Fic.] UNDER EDITING!

GIF ON THE SIDE! What Valentina would've done to One Direction when they came to her door, if they didn't have so much security :P

VOTE&COMMENT PLEEASSSE :)

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" Mum? Mum? When are they coming? Why are you doing this to me?! I hate surprises! You know that!" I was waiting at the window, for my new singing tuitor to come. I'd grown out of my old one and as a birthday present my parents had decided to hire me a new one.

And now here I was waiting for them to come. But they hadn't exactly told me who  was coming... My parents had both said it was supposed to be a ' surprise ' and their surprises never really turned out good. Surprises never seemed to work my way. I just didn't like them. It was the whole fact that you didn't know what was going to happen that irked me. 

" Valentina, shut up." She said sternly, but a smile was playing on her lips. She loved to laugh. Even when she was trying to be stern. That's my mum for you. My cousin, Talica, said my mum was like a boy from that stupid band.  NeiI? I don't even care, to be honest. I don't even remember what their name is. " One Dimension?"

Out of all the things in the world, my cousin, the closest thing I had to a sister, was obsessed with a boyband. Since she was my cousin I saw her almost every day, and as you can imagine she never shuts up about the five morons.  Whenever she came over she came bearing various magazines with their faces printed on the front, and the magazine would contain things like ' Can you be a One Dee Girl friend?' She would always make me take them, and everytime I completed one she'd announce who I was most like, and then I'd slap her in the face. Quite an effective system, as after that she usually kept quiet. 

I shook away all thoughts of Talica and the 5 idiots and began to think about my singing tutor again. When on earth were they coming? How good of a singing tutor could they be if they arrived late? This was getting irritating.  I moved over to the mirror to fix my hair and headband, and after that I played around with my clothes, trying to pass the time. 

" Valentina, you're father and I are going out for a while... Have fun with your tutor!' My Mum said brightly, and my jaw dropped.

" What? You're going to leave me hear alone? A 13 YEAR OLD ALONE WITH A COMPLETE STANGER?"

' You're 14 now, honey.' My Dad said awkwardly, and I glared.

' 13, 14, same difference! But seriously! Don't leave me! They might be a pedophile or something!' I pleaded, and my Mum laughed and my Dad shook his head.

" If they were, it's be all over the news by now." My dad muttered to him self.

' News?" This was fishy. Why would it be all over the news? Unless my new singing tutor was somebody famous... Perhaps they'd got Elton John in :L?

" Come on honey we have to go!" My mother pulled my dad by his arm to the car, and I watched from the door gloomily as their care quickly zoomed down the street.

I closed the door and sighed.

What is wrong, with my parents. They leave a 14-year-old girl to dealsinging tutor. Who could be anyone! ANYONE. 

Suddenly, I heard the banging of car doors and I knew my singing tutor had arrived. Alright. Alright. I have my phone on me. If they're a pedophile, I'll call 999 as quickly as possible.

Then the door bell rang.

I slowly walked to the door, wanting to make as little sound as possible. Gingerly, I grabbed the door knob, and help my breath. I twisted it open quickly, shielding my eyes and reaching out for my phone.

" Hello? Miss? You can open your eyes." It came from an Irish. My singing tutor, was an IRISH. IRISH. Well, it could be worse.

" We're not that scary!" Joked a thick british voice. There was two of them..?

Things were getting a little bit weird. My Mum has said singing tutor, not singing tutors. Wait, she had never said that.

I decided that I needed to find out who my new singing tutors were so I prepared myself to open my eyes.

1....

2...

3!

Everything was little bit blurry, but soon enough I saw their faces and I started praying that my eyes were decieving me.