Call Me Ella (ft. Niall Horan)

Chapter 1 - Summer Time

“In fact, I already have a job,” he tells me, opening the door for me like a gentleman. Charlie has the best manners ever and we all have to thank Mrs St. James for that. Such a lovely woman. “Guess what? You won’t be that alone this summer.”

I freeze there, staring at him with disbelief written all over my face. I blink a couple of times as if like that everything will make sense. But no, we’re still in his truck and he is still staring at me with an amused smile.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I exclaim and he laughs. Charlie laughs! “You can’t work for Rhonda. Anything is better than that! Run away from her and if you can take me with you, then do it! I’m trapped with her, you don’t have to,” I cry out grabbing his arm in a desperate gesture.

Still chuckling, he places his other hand over mine. “Relax, it’s gonna be fine. It’s only one summer and something tells me you’ll need me more than ever this time. I don’t want you killing anyone before we leave to Uni. Plus, I may get to take some pictures with celebrities,” he winks at me but I shake my head. “It’s already done, Ella. I talked to Mrs Drennan already and signed the contract. I start tomorrow morning.”

“And what are you gonna do, uh? Clean rooms and toilets like me?” I spat. I can’t believe he is this stupid.

“Nope,” he replies popping the P as he starts the ignition. “You know I’m good with engines so I’ll work with all the cars and stuff. Also as a lifeguard some days.”

“You’re the biggest idiot ever, I just want you to know that,” I point out, folding my arms, mad at him.

“You’ll thank me later for taking this job. Plus, if I survive your stepmonster, I can face anything in life.” I chuckle because he is right. I just hope he survives.

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I groan as I walk in the room. How can one celebrity be this messy? They only make my work harder. I know this is a retreat centre and they come here to relax and everything, but they are merciless. They just toss everything at the floor and believe me: bathrooms give me the chills. I don’t really wanna know what they do in there. I’ve found so many things for a life in therapy. But this is my job and summer already began. There’s nothing else to do at school, we already had our ceremonies and balls. I even was allowed to go to the ball with Charlie. It was nice for once.

Charlie and I have been working here a week already and he is doing fine. He’s seen Rhonda yelling at everyone and I know he is scared, so he tries not to cross her. I can’t complain, literally. But Charlie was right in one thing: It’s great to have him here. We can chill together at night —because all Drennan’s Retreat Centre employees live in the complex from Monday to Saturday—, drink some tea and laugh at some celebrities. This summer we have many and it’s very annoying because this season we have more young celebrities than in any other season. You can imagine how Jenny and Kimmy, my two stepsneakes, are freaking out already. They swear this summer they will find their husbands.

Ew.

Charlie was right, I’m grateful he took this job because he makes things tolerable for me.

I take a deep breath before I start doing my job in this room. I’m not sure who’s staying here, but it’s clearly a bloke, of that I’m sure, and he is not alone. Many celebrities come with their ‘friends’ and this bloke here is no exception.

I’m about to start picking clothing items when my walky-talky buzzes and I can hear Rhonda’s annoying voice. “Arabella!” She shouts and I cringe. “Where are you? You need to come down right now and help the new guests we’re receiving! This is important.”

Ugh, more celebrities. Why, God? Isn’t it enough already? How many celebrities does the world have?

“I’m coming,” I reply and a part of me is happy that I don’t have to clean this room… but then I remember I’ll have to come back later and finish this. I’m just postponing the inevitable.

With a resigned sigh, I leave the room, closing the door behind me and with my cart. I pull it in the janitor’s wardrobe and head to the hall where Melissa must be registering the new guests. I wonder if I know these. Maybe they come from America, or another country, this time.

But when I get to the hall I freeze and curse to the high heavens. No, God, I beg of you, not them!

I do know these lads, I believe everyone in the world knows them, but Jenny and Kimmy are literally obsessed with this boy band. They have been for the past three years, since they were in the X-Factor. I remember they were voting all the time and they forced me to vote for them, too. Even if I don’t want to, I feel like I know everything about them because my stepsisters would never shut up.

Charlie doesn’t know this, but sometimes I catch myself humming one of their songs or dancing when Kimmy is killing the stereo. Their music is super pop and catchy, you can’t blame me, but I hate them. Not only because they are celebrities and those are Rhonda’s obsession and the reason she ruined Dad’s business, but also because they are what my stepsisters adore. I would have nothing against them if there weren’t because of those factors.

The very thought of Jenny and Kimmy realising One Direction are in the complex gives me the chills. What if I jump from the roof now and end this agony before it starts?

But Rhonda sees me before I can run away and calls me. The five lads turn to look at me and I groan again. No one can know this but I do think they are all attractive. Let’s see if I can remember all the names. Zayn is the one with the darker skin and that exotic beauty. Harry is the one with green eyes and curly hair, the hipster of the band. Louis is the one with the blue eyes and the pixy face, but he has some facial hair now and he looks even better than in posters; he has his arm around a beautiful brunette’s waist, his girlfriend I presume. I don’t know her name. The other brunet boy is Liam, with thick eyebrows and brown eyes. The blond one is Niall, he’s the Irish one and he has his hand entwined with the hand of a gorgeous blonde. Oh, so he also has a girlfriend. Jenny will be heartbroken.

Great!

Out of the five of them, I think Louis is the most handsome one.

Okay, so I do remember their names. Three years of hearing Jenny and Kimmy talking nonstop about them has brought some benefits… I think. I try to put my best smile as I approach them and I know they are checking me out but they get disappointed. I don’t blame them, no one would look good in this uniform. Beige trousers with a blue navy polo shirt and trainers; plus, I’m the definition of ordinary.

“You’re here. Please, escort our new guests to their rooms,” Rhonda instructs me, giving me their cardkeys so I can know where to take them. Then whispering, she adds only to me, “don’t mess this up. They are billionaires!”

I roll my eyes before fake smiling at the five lads and the two girls. “Please, follow me and welcome to Drennan’s Retreat Centre,” I tell them with a courtesy, leading them to the lift.

They start moving and I take the cart with all their bags and start pushing. Where the hell is Fred? He is supposed to do this! I’ll kill him when I see him later because I have to take One Direction to their rooms when it should be him. Stupid Fred.

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Dedication to @ohnoitsthatbooknerd. Now you can scratch that from your bucket list.

Bel, xx