S a m e M i s t a k e s
Chapter 7
Maddie's P.O.V.
Present
I picked my keys up off the table and started out the door. "I'll be back," I yelled as I started through the door way.
"Child!" I heard Lexi's voice scream at me. "Where are you going?"
"I have hockey," I lied, running out the door before Brad figured it out. He always knew. I drove down the street to the highway, got on. I was going to LoudMouth Studios. Matt and I planned this two weeks ago. We were running tight on cash, and needed something to keep the house, and keep me playing hockey, because it was the only way I had a chance of going to University of Toronto next year. I got off the highway, and wound around the backroads before finding the large grey building.
"Can I help you Miss?" A lady at the front desk asked gently. I walked over to her desk.
"Hi, I'm Madelyn Park," I started. "I have a meeting with Mr. Cowell today," I watched as the women pulled out the small file I had sent in weeks before.
"He's in room one, follow me," The women lead me down a small hallway, and I was suddenly extremely happy I had brought clothes to change into before I got here. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=67087786) A purple sweatshirt to pull over my white tank top, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, and heeled booties. My gray Anthem made beanie to cover my messy hair, my zipper bracelet, and the ring Matt had given me for my seventh birthday, I turned and read it before I walked into the room. 'not all who wander are lost.' I had done my makeup in the car before I walked into the building. The receptionist slowly turned the doorknob to the room, and walked in in front of me. "Mr. Cowell," She said delicately. "Miss. Madelyn Park is here for you and the boys," Boys? I thought to myself. Who would he bring with him?
"Yes, yes. Please, send her in," His voice sounded so different from the phone. "Boys, behave," I heard him say sternly as five strange accents bickered amongst themselves.
"Who is this girl anyway?" I heard an Irish accent speak up, and papers rustle. "Some crazy athlete," I heard another page turn as I started to walk in. "Ohh, she's a hot athlete," The voice said again.
"NIALL SHUT UP!" A different accent yelled at him.
"Oh, Miss Park," A man I assumed was Simon stood up. "I'm so happy you could come in today," He reached out and shook my hand. "I'm Simon."
"Pleasure," I said quietly shaking his hand. "I'm Maddie," I felt five pairs of eyes glued on me.
"Yes," He sat down, gesturing me to do the same, I sat down next to the blonde boy. His eyes locked on me. "I'm sure you know who the other five people in this room are," I looked over at them, and shook my head no.
"Sorry Sir," I laughed awkwardly. "I kinda don' t pay attention to the media. Well, unless their talking about hockey," I mumbled.
"I'm Niall, Niall Horan," The boy sitting next to me said. I looked over at him. His Irish accent sounding extremely strange. I was suddenly aware of my Canadian accent when I spoke.
"Hi," I looked back over to Simon as the five boys introduced themselves, each with a slightly different. Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Harry Styles. They seemed oddly familiar, but I couldn't tell you why.
"Well, now that your somewhat familiar with the boys, I'd like to hear you sing with one of them," Familiar? Did Simon just say familiar? I just met these idiots.
"Sure," I said awkwardly standing up. I walked into the recording box with Zayn, as the receptionist came back in the room, and whispered something to Simon. He called over the mic in the room.
"Maddie, there's a young man and women here asking for you?" I hit myself in the forehead and started laughing.
"Can I get out for a second, let them in please?" Niall opened the box door, and the receptionist lead two people in. "Can I help you two?" I laughed hugging both of them.
"You're a liar! Brad yelled kissing me gently.
"And, you're in a room with One Direction," Lexi said laughing before realizing what she had said. "One Direction!" She looked at me with a happy almost panicked face.
"Yes Momma, One Direction," One who?
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