Material Girl (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter One

It was the third time I heard my name being called that morning and for more that I wanted to flip my desk over everytime someone interrupted me I just answered with a sweet 'mhm?' because I had harvested a lot of patience in the past years between uni and my sister Georgie's temperamental demeanour.

I sat back in my office chair reading the screen over and over, trying to synthesise something better but my inspiration flew away once I had been called out 6 times in an average of 90 minutes, making me leave my cubicle and attend whatever that was wrong.

"Prim" A female voice added one to my count making it 7 times in an average of 90 minutes. I recognized it as April's honeyed american accent I was always delighted to hear because it just came out in a thread out of her bare plump lips but by this time, when a ton of pressure was on my back, April's accent could simply bugger off.

"Mhm?" once again, adding 7 to my count.

April's head peeked on the corner of my cubicle, like every morning she was dressed in her pretty flower sundress and letting her once-passionate-auburn- but-now-burnt-hazel hair flow down until a couple of inches under her shoulders.

I was running with luck since we didn't have to wear a tie or have the hair in a tight bun, I was positive I'd resemble an alien in one of those. In Material Girl Magazine we could dress however we wanted obviously under some rules, dressed well in trousers and jackets or blazers, it was part of my charge in the company, everything had to be as colorful and joyful to 'express the diversity of this magazine', always reminded Miss Chloe Humes.

Once I stopped looking at the screen of my computer to draw my attention back to April who had a coy grin on her face, She was the only one genuinely sorry from stealing minutes from my time, but it was alright. I mean, she could come in any other minute when I wasn't reading carefully what I had written in the day, but it was alright.

"Are you busy?" April asked concerned and I checked back the screen of my computer as if to make sure I wasn't busy -when I was- just to comfort her.

"Not much, but tell me, what is it?"

She barely sighed after I answered what made me frown a little, quite puzzled, but I didn't really show it expecting April to tell me what she wanted once in all.

"Chloe wants to see you, she says is important"

I knew anything April wanted from me consisted in standing up from my chair and getting me out of my cubicle, after all she was Chloe's secretary and when she had an opportunity she'd come and call me.

Visiting Chloe's office was feeling death rushing in my veins, the end coming around the corner and most of what she had to say was just some recommendations or directions about what I should write and how I should do it. She knew I wasn't one of following directions but my own instinct and she was good with it, as long as it fed her luxurious mouth she was fine with whatever I wrote in my column.

She often knew how to appreciate it, Chloe loved that emotion I gave to her magazine, she often complimented me but not all the time it was rainbows and fluffy care bears. With only 27 years old Chloe Humes could be a conceited, arrogant witch.

Chloe Humes was determined and cold, always looking forward to what would benefit her and her kingdom. She happened to be the mixture of serious and too sincere. And I acknowledged I could be sarcastic sometimes but Chloe had heavy hurtful jokes under her sleeve, jokes I had to bite my tongue and laugh along if I wanted to have my three meals the next day.

"Thanks April, I'm going back there" I said with a warm smile and she gave me a nod before leaving back to her desk to fold over some envelopes previously signed with Chloe's fancy cursive writing.