Superstar - a Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter I - The Mission

(Hello! This is my first Wattpad story and it's also my first story written in English, so I need to apologize in advance for any mistakes! I really really hope you guys like it. - C )

It's a Monday morning as any other. I leave Starbucks with my cup of coffee - I asked for a very strong one, since this weekend was hard and full of work with celebrities breaking up, getting married, announcing pregnancies, faking relationships and all of this makes me work a lot, considering that I work for the online version of Superstar, the most important celebrity magazine in the world. Everytime Britney Spears decides to go out for ice cream with her kids or Rihanna has a wild night and is caught on camera, I need to write about it and post as soon as I can. Being the first source is crucial in this business.

As soon as I enter the Superstar building, the lovely Sheila, the receptionist, welcomes me with the same huge smile as everyday. It doesn't matter that's still 7 a.m and it's the first day of the week, she's always in a good mood.

- Good morning, Zoe! You look amazing today, girl! This time you really nailed this haircut. Look at those bangs! Go-girl! 

Oh, did I forget to mention that she always manages to compliment us as well? And this has been my haircut since I was thirteen and my mother decided that I needed to hide the first signs of my teenage years - those terrible, terrible zits. I'm in my twenties, so they're long gone, but I never felt the urge to change my haircut. Somehow those bangs help me hide my face - and that's really helpful when you're a shy person. 

I know what you're probably thinking right now. How is she a journalist if she's shy? And here's the answer: I've always liked to put on the paper everything that I felt. Since I didn't have the courage to say a lot of things I needed to say out loud, I focused on writing them. So I got my degree in Journalism to be able to improve my writing. No, working in a celebrity magazine wasn't always my dream (never was, actually), but it pays the bills and I can write, right? Ok, it's about the Kardashian's new plastic surgeries and Brad Pitt's new girlfriend, but still. I get paid well and I'm still able to work on my first novel during my free time. Sort of. As if I have any.

Once I'm in getting close to the newsroom, I hear the usual noise of talking, typing and laughing. As soon as I enter the room, everything stops. Ok, this doesn't happen very often. Actually, It's never happened before. What's going on? What could possibly have happened to me during my walk from Sheila's desk to the newsroom? Is my nose bleeding? Is my bra apparent? Everyone's staring at me. Not normal. Not normal. Not normal. Oh God. The last time this happened I was probably nine years-old and was forced to play Tinkerbell in the school play and forgot all my lines once I saw the crowd watching us.

- Good morning?

I try to say, but end up sounding like I was making a question. The first face that I see clearly is Candice's, the beauty journalist who's responsible for the magazine editorials with the most different celebrities. I don't think she likes me, but I highly doubt that's something personal. I just think she doesn't like girls who don't come to work in high heels and don't do everything they can to go to Paris or Milan to cover Fashion Week. As usual, she doesn't smile at me, but today she looks different. It's almost like she's... angry at me or something.

Nobody says "good morning" back to me. That's awkward. When I try to find my desk, I see that Nina, one of my very best friends, is sitting in my chair. Her eyes are wide open and she looks really pale. What the hell is going on here? When I finally reach my desk, I say:

- Nina, could you please tell me what's wrong with me? Why is everybody looking at me like I'm some kind of alien? I know I'm not... - She interrupts me.