Finding Direction

Chapter One

"Leave him." Eva was talking about Gemma's good-for-nothing boyfriend. She hated how he had her wrapped around his finger and that Gemma was too much of an idiot to notice at how she was being manipulated.

This was exactly how her mum was like. Too caught up in a world of love and lust that she failed to notice anyone other than her bastard of a boyfriend. She achieved in neglecting to fullfil her role as a mother to her daughter though.

Eva hands clenched as she thought about her mum. Not matter what her mother done to her, she couldn't find it in herself to hate her.

"Who are you to tell me what to do." Gemma seethed at her, her hard exterior back up. Things turned around a 180 as quick as a flash. "Like your mother is any better."

Eva flinched, expecting the comment but still it had affected her.

The doorbell rang before she could reply, probably the best for both of them.

She walked to door, straightening out her ruffled clothes. She tried to regain her composure and not show how much that last statement about her mum had affected her.

Opening the door, she saw a tall, muscular guy standing in front of her. She tried to hide any evidence of fear beneath her eyes. She lived in a particularly rough area and knew that these kind of guys were satisfied on fear. "Yes? Can I help you?" It didn't hurt to be polite.

"Are you Eva Hunt?" The man said in a guttural voice.

She was confused. How did the man know her name? "Why are you asking?" She asked, and was gradually closing the door.

"That information is only for Eva Hunt. Do you know where she is?"

Her heart rate sped up. "I don't know who she is. If you'll excuse me," She made a move to close the door.

"Miss Hunt? I'm Simon Cowell." Eva's head turned in his direction quickly, "I would like to make a proposition with you, if you may let us inside."

"I'm sorry." Eva's eyes were wide. "I know you're talking but all my brain seems to process is that you're Simon Cowell.

Simon let out an earnest laugh. "Pretty and funny. The boys will love you."

"Boys? What boys?"

"Aah. And that is what I came to talk to you about. If we may continue this inside?"

Eva shook her head to get out from her daze. She still couldn't believe that Simon Cowell, a man of vast wealth, was standing upon her modest home. If it could even be called a home that is. "Of course." She stood aside as she let them in. Along with the frightening man from earlier.

She bit her lip as Simon looked around, judgement in his eyes. She knew he was already forming a conclusion unto what type of life she lived. "So about that proposition..."

"Oh of course. Where do I start... you are the famous writer from Wattpad, yes?" He enquired.

Eva's mouth felt slack. How did these men know about her?

Simon laughed, and as if reading her thought's he answered, "Two words, my dear. Contacts and money. The two can get you anywhere in life. Anywhere."

She already didn't like the tone of his voice and wondered where this conversation was heading. Simon sounded like the typical megalomaniac millionaire who was probably itching to get out of her flat.

"You do know about all this... drama, associated with One Direction right?"

Eva nodded her head. And it wasn't good news. The band were acquainted to reports of drug abuse, alcoholic problems and other things that celebrities usually did but being One Direction, they get more publicised than the rest.

Simon acknowledged her nod and continued on, "The management and I have decided to take action on this. And you are what we have decided on, dear."

"I still don't get it."

The business man sighed as if impatient with a kid. Well she probably was a kid in his eyes.

"Due to your internet fame, you can influence other fans such as yourself to like them again. To portray them as the good people that they are and contradict these awful reports the media are giving the public."

The girl pursed her lips. "So you want me to lie to them?"

Eva didn't believe the media anyway and who was she to judge them. But Simon was basically telling her to portray the boys in a different light and she couldn't do that.

"That's the thing Miss Hunt." Simon calmly stated. She envied how composed he seemed to be when she, on the other hand, was barely holding back herself. "The boys aren't like that. I know them personally and I can't bare to watch them go down."

"I don't think I can..."

Eva began to process this information before Simon's next statement riled her up; "How much?"

Eva stepped back in shock from this. "Excuse me?"

"It is clear that you are in need of some finance help." He waved his hand around, clearly referring go her flat. He smiled at her, as if he thought she wanted what he was saying.

"You-you" Eva's mind was reeling with anger as she took on what Simon was telling her.

"Just state how much and I'll help you if you help me." he continued.

"You egotistical man!" She burst out, stepping in front and practically pushing them to the door. "I suggest you take you and your beefy sidekick out of this house before I do something I'll regret late on. You've done nothing but cause problems for me and if you and the management could stop being so stupid and realise there's more to the problem than paying some desperate girl to help you, then maybe the band won't be falling down as it is."

"Please Miss Hunt. I apologise for any misunderstanding--"

Eva cut him off. "There's more to running the band than making them perfect in front of the publics eyes, Mr Cowell. They're humans aswell, they were never perfect in the first place."

"Please-"

She began to close the door. "Perhaps you could start with knowing that."

p.s I have nothing against Simon and the management, sorry for making them seem this way

simon cow-ell- I feel like a right idiot for spelling it wrong haha thank you to those who pointed it out!