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"The strangest part about being famous is you don't get to give first impressions anymore. Everyone already has an impression of you before you meet them."
- Kirsten Stewart

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Ariella

Today is my first day on the job.

First task: Meet Harry Styles.

Due to my father being an owner of a large company and all he was able to get me into the stadium Harry is performing at tonight, dad has many connections.

I put on a pair of three-quarter length of white skinny jeans. I put on my black shirt, which was too large for me but still looked good, with phases of the moon printed on it; along with a pair of white converse. I applied a light layer of makeup and put my hair in a messy bun.

I want to look nice, I mean, I'm meeting Harry-freaking-Styles; but I didn't want to look overly nice because I don't want him to think that I tried to look like a supermodel just to meet him. I don't think famous people like it that much. So I decided that my outfit was the perfect look.

I arrive at the stadium and take my entry pass out of the side of my camera bag put it around my neck. I get out of my car and place my camera bag on my shoulder, I start walking towards the entrance. I see a large line of fans and parents already lined up, and it's only 12pm, they are letting people in at 5:30. Gosh people are crazy. As I am walking towards the entrance I notice one girl with bright red hair and many dark freckles, wearing a shirt with Harry's face all over it standing two people behind the front of the line. As I get closer, I see her death staring me, I give her a 'what the fuck are you looking at' face.

The guard checks my pass and lets me through, I hear the red head girl growl as I walk in. That was the oddest encounter I think I have ever had in my life.

I look around the stadium, it is absolutely massive. This Harry guy must be a huge success if he is able to sell out this place. I start walking until I hear footsteps come on stage. I turn my focus to the stage and see the one and only Harry Styles on stage in his famous black skinny jeans and black t-shirt, with his hair in a man bun. He looks drop dead fucking gorgeous.

He taps on the microphone, "Sound check" he says into the microphone with a slight smile, his raspy voice filling my ears. Then, I hear many screams of teenage girls come from outside the stadium. Harry shakes his head laughing at the fans reaction.

"Soft vocals first," I can just hear a woman say, guessing it's his vocal coach. He nods his head.

"Now you are standing there right in front of me. I hold on it's getting harder to breathe." He sings into the microphone. His voice could send me into complete euphoria. Yet again, teenage girls go off. His vocal coach hand signals him to go higher. "I'll keep my eyes wide open, yeah, don't let me, don't let me, don't let me go 'cause I'm tired of feeling alone" He sings, I close my eyes at the angel like voice. I hear the girls outside ruining the moment, I decide to join in and clap.

"Well done!" I yell out to him. His vocal coach have a quiet discussion that I can't hear, nor can I make out what they are saying. After she leaves, Harry jumps off the stage and walks down towards me. I know I should be star struck but I'm not really, like I'm nervous but not as nervous as I should be.

"I think I'm a bit tone deaf, don't you think love?" Harry jokingly smirks.

"A bit? Try a whole lot." I half smile wiggling my eyebrows.

"So who do you work for?" Harry asked. I think my heart stopped for a minute, I can't have him finding out that I'm a paparazzi.

"What do you mean?" I question.

"You have a camera with you." He said pointing to my camera bag, "So I assumed it's for your work. Please do correct me if I am wrong."

"Oh, I'm just really into photography so I thought it would cool to get some pictures of the, I guess you could say, before scenes, of a big concert. Plus, I've heard some of your music. It's kind of cool. Only kind of though" I smirk at him.

"Well I better change that so you think it's, fully cool," he winks, "Are you staying for the concert?"

"No I don't think so. I think you've already got enough girls that love you."

"Yeah, maybe, but they are here for me and I am here for them. They're not only my fans but my family"

"You must really love your job."

"It gets a bit lonely sometimes, but yes, I do" He nods.

"Harry, hurry up we have to set the barricades up." A man calls out.

"Okay, sorry Paul" Harry calls back, "I have to go, as you heard. But I never caught your name?"

"Ariella Raven" I hold my hand out for him to shake.

"Harry Styles." He shakes my hand, and it starts to go all tingly.

"See you around Styles" I say, walking away.

"I surely do hope so Ariella" Harry calls back.

I walk out of the stadium the exact way I came in, and again that bright red haired girl is staring at me, full of hatred. What is her problem? I don't even know her and she is annoying me. I hop in my car and reflect on today. I thought it went quite well, Harry really seems like a normal guy that just got lucky in life.

I make it back to my work building around 3:00pm, I walk inside and head directly to the elevator going up to Uncle Josh's room.

"Uncle Josh." I say as I walk through the door.

"Hey kiddo. How was your day?" He asks.

"Quite good actually, I met Harry." I say sitting down at the chair in front of his desk.

"Oh yeah. How was he?"

"He is actually really lovely. I didn't tell him I was a pap like you requested, I know you want it to be a secret. But Harry is actually really nice and he is really appreciative of his fame and fortune. Seems really down to earth."

"Well, that's terrible." he shook his head.

"I don't understand what you mean." I say with my eyebrows furrowed.

"That's not going to make a good headline, now is it? You need to dig deeper. Find his bad side, or get a picture of him looking like he is doing something terrible. Now, that will create a good headline."

"Why can't we just do one on how nice he is or something?"

"Because we need to create drama. And that is not drama. You have to do this if you want to succeed Ariella. Do you understand?" He says firmly. I nod my head and walk out of the room.

I don't want to do that to Harry, he doesn't deserve it. I mean he didn't do anything wrong to me and I'm pretty certain he didn't do anything wrong to anyone that works here. But I suppose that is work, no matter how much I don't want to. This is what I need to do to succeed.

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Ok THAT Was bad haha, as you can see 'Chicken' is the better writer out of the both of us.

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- Chilli