The Styles Project

One

The Styles project

Characters:

One Direction as themselves

Ashley Benson as Sarah Flinte (In the picture if your on a computer)

Danny Devito as Tony Jenkins

Karen Gillan as Gabby

I'm going to out a character list up every chapter but only if there will be new people.

Chapter One.

"Sarah! Where the hell are the Kardashian photos I wanted them on my desk by yesterday but still, no Kardashian's are in my sight!"

I could hear my boss, Tony's, voice boom across the office. Quickly I ducked behind my computer.

"Shit" I whispered, "shit, shit, shit!" I fumbled through the vast piles of paper work mounted on my desk. Where the hell did I put them?

"Flinte!"

"One moment sir!" I popped my head over the monitor and I was met with his intimidating gaze.

After about the thirtieth picture of Taylor Swift I saw the Kim photos.

"Oh thank God" I muttered just loud enough that a woman walking past heard and snickered, "here sir!" I flashed them around whilst I ran towards him.

Tony was a short broad man with no hair and he had an equal number of chins as he did bags beneath his eyes. He snapped his red suspenders and snatched the pictures from me, flipping through them with greasy fingers.

"Perfect! Punctuality Flinte, it's all about timing that's what makes journalism tick!" he gestured for me to follow him as he plodded down the corridor, wheezing with every step.

"Yes sir" I followed hesitantly to his office where he pointed to a dark brown leather couch in front of a deep hazel, wooden desk that could easily seat six people for an evening meal.

I sat down, sinking into the crevices of the sofa.

"Flinte, what is the name of our fine company?" He hopped onto the desk opposite me, his feet dangling mid-way from the floor.

"Tony and Hop publishing sir"

"And who is Tony?" he picked up a small owl ornament on his desk and began to fiddle with it in his hands.

"You are, sir ..." I wasn't sure where he was leading so I straightened up and looked just above his head out of the window to divert his piercing gaze.

"Yes Miss Flinte! And who said blondes weren't smart!" he chuckled but it soon transformed into a throaty, smokers cough.

"I'm sorry Sir but I'm not sure I see your point?"

"Ahh, well Miss Flinte, my name is literally written all over this company. So if it fails, I fail too. That I why I only employ the finest of journalists into my sanctuary."

Oh great, this was it. I was going to lose my job. Goodbye Tony and Hop publishing, goodbye dream job, goodbye snazzy apartment. Hello life on the streets.

"Your work on the Kardashian project was brilliant, verging on perfection! Kim cheating, caught on camera! I don't know how you did it but it was fabulous"

I let out a long breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding in, "thank you sir, it took a lot of time and research"

"And that was time you were willing to give up for the sake of your career."

Promotion? Raise?

"I have a preposition for you Miss Flinte. Have you heard of the band One direction?"