A Journalist and a Singer [h.s]

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Hello to all the new readers!! I'm so glad you all are here! Here's another chapter for ya :)

Maggie's POV:

I stand in the middle of the room and look around at my new home. It's the middle of the night but the lights from the city still shine in through the windows. There are piles of boxes scattered everywhere from when the movers delivered my stuff. I put my groceries in the fridge and pantry, or cupboard as they say here, and get straight to work in my room, moving my mattress to the corner of the room and throwing some sheets on top of it. It's temporary, but it works for now.

I called my mom and told her I made it here safely, but didn't get to have much of a conversation because of how early she goes to bed. I take another look at the boxes before deciding it's something that can wait until tomorrow. I rummage through different boxes, eventually finding comfortable clothes to sleep in. I get ready for bed, hoping tomorrow I can tour the city a little before the first day of work the day after tomorrow.

I wake up to the sound of busy streets. The sun is shining bright. The fall weather makes the air in my apartment cold, so I hurry to put on an outfit and get ready, hoping to warm up sometime along the way.

I leave my apartment and look around, not sure which way to go. I decided to go left and grab breakfast at a local cafe. It's a cute little place with big windows and window seats. I order a muffin and a coffee, taking a seat in the corner or the cafe. I stare out at the city, watching the people in it. They all look like they know where they are going, like they have a destination to get to. I can't help but feel out of place. It's going to take some work to make this place my home.

I eat my muffin and take my coffee to go, walking around the city and seeing all the sites. I walk in and out of shops, visit local parks, all while looking like a complete tourist. I tried to blend in, but it's not easy when you have an American accent and no directions on how to get around the city. I didn't spend long out and about, because before I knew it I was back at home unpacking and trying to make a dent in the job that's ahead of me.

I start with clothing and smaller items, leaving the larger items for when I have more space to move around. I sort the food and kitchen items, put my clothes in my closet, and start decorating the apartment. I order some pizza for dinner and sit on the floor, watching netflix on the ipad I use for work.

I end up falling asleep pretty early after getting ready for tomorrow. I should be nervous, but I'm more excited than anything. I play my normal playlist and get ready for the day, showering, curling my long, brown hair, and putting on a semi-formal dress.

Last night I looked over my schedule to see that I'm interviewing someone today, so I put on some makeup, not knowing if we are going to be recorded. I slip on my shoes and grab my keys, taking a double take at the piece of paper that rests beside it.

I pick up the note that Harry left me and put it in my jacket pocket, hoping it gives me the confidence boost I need to not make a complete fool of myself...again.

Lucky for me, the office is just a few blocks away, a short enough distance for me to walk. I get there a few minutes early and meet my boss and my colleagues. They all seemed really nice, but my desk mate seemed to stand out the most.

"Hi! I'm Sophie!" she says, taking me into a hug right away. I'm taken by surprise by it, but I don't hate the nice gesture.

"I'm Maggie! It's so good to meet you!" I tell her, sitting down in my seat. I open my laptop and look at my schedule for today, making a list of where I should be at what time. I make small talk with Sophie, getting to know her and a little but about what she does here. She gives me insight on the job and tips on how not to sink under in this profession.

After lunch I make my way to set, my pen and paper ready to take notes. All I know about the person I'm interviewing is that they are high profile and super kind. I get set up at the table on set, a white backdrop behind me. I am sorting my notes when I see a figure sit in front of me. I look up to see the same boy that I sat next to on the plane. I immediately get flustered, not knowing what in the world I should say to him. He smiles up at me and I just say the first thing that comes to my mind.

"Wow." I say, completely shocked. "It's nice to see you again, Harry Styles." I tell him, trying to keep it formal.

"Likewise, Maggie Lastname." he says, making me laugh. 

"Bones. Maggie Bones." I correct him. We share a smile before the director comes over and gives us our directions. Basically, I'm supposed to gather information about him and his life in general.

I see the cameraman point to me and I begin with my questions. This whole thing is laid back, like a conversation between two friends.

"Let's start with what made you a singer. Who or what inspires you?" I ask, my pen ready.

"My family, my friends, my fans. Everyone who has pushed me to be who I am and be the best that I can be, they're the ones that inspire me." he says, and I write his answer down.

"Have you ever had doubts that something you've done in your career wouldn't work out?" I ask, reading his body language. He shifts in his seat and fixes his hair. 

"I think everyone has. It's part of it all. If you don't have those doubts, and don't take those risks, you're probably not doing it right." he answers. I jot that down and move to the next question.

We end up talking for over an hour, sometimes getting sidetracked. He told me about his family, his time on tour, his writing style, and what his hopes are for the next album. The director yells "cut" and the crew starts packing things up, but Harry and I stay on set.

I pull my phone out to see what's next on the list of things I have to do today when the little piece of paper he wrote me falls out of my pocket. I try to grab it before he sees it, but of course, I was too late.

"You really do drool, it's pretty embarrassing." he jokes, making me roll my eyes. 

"Very funny. I'm embarrassed enough already, Harry Styles." I tell him.

"Why so formal with the name?" he asks.

"Because you're, well, you. It would feel weird if I called an international pop star by his first name." I explain. He lets out a little laugh.

"Harry's fine, trust me. What about your name? Is "Maggie" short for something?" he asks me. I set my phone down along with the note. 

"Magnolia, but I think it's too fancy. Maggie fits me better." I tell him.

He nods his head and stares at me for a second. "I agree." he says.

Our conversation is cut short by the crew telling us that we need to move, so we head back to the lobby where he has a car waiting outside.

"It was nice to see you again, Maggie Bones." he says, shaking my hand. "You too, Harry Styles."

He waves goodbye and starts towards the door. I turn around and start walking to the elevator when I feel someone grab my arm. Harry stops me in my tracks, pulling me around so that we once again are face to face. He looks down at my arm and lets go, putting both hands in his pockets.

"Is there any way I can get in contact with you, you know, for the article?" he asks. I reach into my pocket and pull out my card, once again pulling the note out with it. This time he bends down to pick it up, reading over what he had written.

"Maybe we can finish the conversation from the plane once all of this is over," he says. Is he hinting towards something? I agree with him, not wanting to question what he means by that. He takes my card and looks at the information on it, then thanks me. He walks to the door and this time goes through it, getting in his car and leaving.

I walk back to my desk and am immediately swarmed with questions of what it was like to meet and talk to Harry. Even with the millions of things running through my mind, the only word I can think of is authentic.

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I swear I didn't realize how cheesy this was until now haha I promise it gets a lot better!! 

Next update on Friday!