Forgiveness (One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter 3: Introducing Vanessa

I made this chapter extra long :) I hope you all like it. I stayed up till 5 in the morning finishing it so it might have a few grammar mistakes. 

On the side ---> A picture of Vanessa and her outfit she wore today :) 

Vanessa's POV

 It makes your lips so kissable

And your kiss unmissable

Your fingertips so touchable

And your eyes irresistible.

I groggily opened my eyes to my phone ringing.

"Hello," I said sitting up rubbing my eyes yawning.

"Hello, is this Vanessa Creighton?" said a mysterious voice I didn't recognize.

"Yes, who is this?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows, what stranger is calling me at 8 in the morning.

"It's a pleasure to speak with you, my name is Timothy Green, I am calling on behalf of Graham Norton."

NO WAY, OH MY GOD I AM TOTALLY ABOUT TO START FANGIRLING. No, stop Vanessa, be calm.

"Oh no sir, pleasure is all mine, how may I help you?" I said keeping my cool.

I heard him chuckle, "Well I must say, your One Direction article has created quite some entertainment. On the Thursday of this week, at 10:00 PM sharp Graham Norton would like to schedule an interview with you on his show, he is looking forward to speaking to you."

I groaned, falling back on my pillow.

"So I'm being called on his show so he can interview me about a band? What did there manager set this up expecting me to apologize?" I said angrily.

"Oh no, many people have found this article very intriguing and Graham Norton is one of them, now is Thursday okay for you?" I heard him ask a little frightened.

I sighed thinking this over, this is a once in a lifetime chance even if it is about those overrated jerkfaces.

"Okay, that is fine."

"Perfect, this is my personal cell so I would appreciate if as soon as we hang up, if you would text me a convenient email address where I will email you the details, you will have a car pick you up and drop you off after the show."

"That's perfect, see you then!"

"Have a good day Ms. Creighton"

"You too" I hung up yawning.

"MOOOOOOOOOMM" I yelled excitedly. My mom burst into my room glaring at me.

"What is it Vanessa, can't you see I'm on a very important call?" I heard her ask with an annoyed expression.

"I HAVE ON INTERVIEW ON GRAHAM NORTON IN THREE DAYS," I YELLED GRINNING BIG. My mom had the biggest smile on her face. I heard her turn around and say, "listen I will call you back in a few."

She ran and gave me a hug. "That is amazing Nessa, I am so proud of you! What is this interview about?"

"My One Direction article I wrote, apparently its turned into a big deal," I said shrugging my shoulders like its no big deal. My mom nodded approvingly.

"Okay, I will take off of work that day, now get up or you're going to be late for work!" said my mom on her phone again.

I sigh and get up. Me and my mom don't have a very normal relationship. We get along but I feel like her own personal Barbie doll, a possession she shows off to her friends. She's turned me into someone perfect with no flaws. Like how many mothers have a daughter who used to be a flawless backup dancer for someone as big as Justin Bieber and now is the biggest column writer for a magazine like Marie Claire? Not that many people. Sometimes, I feel like I don't even deserve half the stuff I get, it's all luck. Even then, I'm scared to make a mistake because I know I will disappoint my mother, the last person I want to upset. My dad was an extremely busy man, I barely see him but when I do I cherish it. He is a travelling surgeon. He's extremely popular so he is always called to other places to perform difficult surgeries. I have gotten this far and I'm not even 18 yet. I decided to take a year off just to concentrate on my career at Marie Claire, I didn't feel like I needed to go to a university because I have an amazing job that pays well! The minute I turn 18, I am getting my own luxurious apartment in the heart of London and concentrate on my job. I was also working on getting my job as backup dancer back for at least a year or two to get a little more experience.