It Has To Be You {The Sequel}

Reece's P.O.V:

When we finish tidying up a bit, I think about what Ed said to me about a meet and greet. It'd be very cool to do one. Maybe I can speak to Amy about it.

I think I will after we finish up here.

And then I've got to choose a bodyguard or whatever.

'What are we going to wear tomorrow?' Abi asks, as I stack the last of the wires and cables in a cupboard. Angelo definitely made a mess of my studio.

'I have no idea. Probably just skinny jeans and a cool top.' Nikki shrugs.

'Typical Nikki.' I mumble, grinning.

It's true, she's always wearing skinny jeans. And Converse trainers. But I can't talk, I mostly am as well.
Converse are the best shoes ever. I also like Vans and Reebok trainers, though.

'What about you, Reece?' Mariah turns to me. I shrug and tuck a loose strand of my curly blonde hair behind my ear.

'I don't know. Shorts maybe. With black tights and my Vans or Reebok trainers.' I reply, sitting on a wooden crate.

Everyone else joins me, as soon as they finish what they're doing.

'You know, you should hire a clothes designer or someone to choose your clothes for you.' Shyla tells me, sitting down on the floor in front of me.

'No way. It was hard enough work to hire Hayley and Zana. I am not going to hire someone to look through my wardrobe.' I shake my head resolutely.

'But you've still got to hire a bodyguard thingy.' she points out, not wanting to let the subject go.

'That's different.'

'How is it?' Shyla raises her eyebrows at me. Unlike me, she can't raise just one eyebrow.
Ha.

'Reece, Shyla, shut up. We need to figure this out.' Mariah glares at both of us.

I sigh and lean forward, putting my elbows on my knees and resting my chin in my hands.

'Fine. We should all go the same.' Shyla nods at Nikki, who looks bored.

'I am not wearing tights.' Nikki responds. 'No way, no way.'

'Nikki, you'll look cool. Haven't you seen me in tights and shorts? Or in the magazines?'

Nikki still shakes her head at me, going red for some reason.
I suddenly remember. 'Hey! You used to look at girls in magazines who had tights and shorts on and you said they looked fantastic!' I cry triumphantly.

'But not on me!'

'Fashion make-over time when we get back.' I whisper to Shyla, our earlier feud gone.

She nods, smiling.

'And for Abi. But I think they'll both be wearing shorts and tights at half-seven tomorrow.' I wink at my step-sister and lean back.

'It's time for lunch.' Abi's stomach rumbles and I laugh.

'It's time for lunch according to your stomach.'

'Yep.'

'Okay, well, I'm tired. Let's get some lunch and then get home.' I stand up and stretch, wiggling my ankle about.

'Okay. Shall I come again tomorrow?' Mariah asks me, as we all walk towards the door after turning the lights off.

'Yeah, can do. Do you want to have lunch with us? At AppleBee's or something?'

Mariah shrugs, smiling at me. 'Sure, thanks.'

'Guys, go find Charlie and get him to wait. I need to find Amy and talk to her.' I tell my friends before running off to find Amy.

At least my ankle doesn't hurt any more. Thank god.

I find Amy where I left her this morning, with a cup of coffee in her office with James.

'Ah, Reece.' she looks up as I enter her room.

'Hey Amy.'

'There's a guy coming round in a minute to see you. I think you'll like him. He's your new bodyguard.'

'But you said I could choose!' I exclaim, sliding into the leather chair beside James.

'Yeah, well, she changed her mind, didn't she?' James grumbles, glaring at Amy.

Uh-oh. What's happened here?

But I'm not going to ask them, because it's their business and I, frankly, don't want to know.

Amy just glares right back at him before saying to me, 'Here he is. He's called Jason. He's really nice but can be very business-like when he needs to be. He'll be just the thing to keep Jude in place.'

The door opens again after a few knocks and a tall, burly man comes in.

'Jason, hi. This is Reece.' Amy introduces us.

'Hey Reece, nice to meet you. I must say, I'm a huge fan.' Jason smiles at me. He's got dark hair, but light grey eyes, which are like mist on an early morning in England.

His comment makes me blush. I laugh, 'Thanks.'