Phoenix POV
"wake up lazy ass!" screamed my roommate who was jumping on my bed, slightly bouncing me also.
"ugh! go away!" I groaned throwing a pillow over my head, squinting my eyes tighter hoping this was a nightmare.
"no bitch! you gotta interview today for THE Niall Horan!!" screamed, Jonah, my hot gay best friend.
"fuck Niall." I muttered.
"I wish I could." Jonah mumbled.
"okay I'm getting up," I sighed, "can you pick something out for me?"
"already did, and I got coffee and bagels ready too so go shower you stanky." Jonah smirked.
"fine."
*
"I need a coat or something! I look like its summer! when it's clearly not!" I groaned, Jonah scoffed.
"just put on your grey cardigan." he shrugged, I jumped up in excitement.
"oh my god! you're a genius!" I screamed kissing his cheek, slipping it on and grabbed my coffee.
"aw god, you're so cute! I need a picture." Jonah gushed.
"fuck no." I sighed.
"lame bitch, ok love you, you're gonna be late!" Jonah yelled pushing me out the door.
"love you Jonah!" I shouted.
I walked away from my wooden old door where the 4B is falling off the door, but since Jonah and I are too lazy we just hang it up with duct tape because duct tape fixes everything apparently. I sighed walking into the lobby of my apartment building seeing people rush in and out. I walked out the glass doors smiling to myself when I noticed that the Horan Co. building is only a few buildings away, lucky me.
I adjusted my sweater walking into the classy, modern building seeing only blondes with a lot of make up on. woah, they really want Mr. Horan.
I walked up to the front desk seeing a girl who looked like a pixie smile at me.
"hey! I'm Mandy what can I do you for?" she grinned.
"u-um I'm Phoenix Peters, I-I'm here for the interview with Mr. Horan." I gulped.
"oh right now?" she questioned, I nodded.
"uh yeah." I clicked my heels against the ground.
"go on up, he's expecting you." she smiled, I nodded.
*
I knocked on the office door, it slowly opened. I walked in slowly, the sound is my heels clicking on the white tile floor. As I fully got in there the door shut, I jumped and sat down on a white chair in front of desk.
"Phoenix Peters?" he spoke first, his accent and deep voice catching me off guard.
"yes sir." I spoke my voice small and nervous.
"I'm here for t-the interview for Vogue.." I trailed off.
"okay ask away." he nodded, his eyes lit with amusement and smirking slightly.
"what is your full name?" I asked, he stood up and moved to the empty seat next to me.
"Niall Horan." he smirked, I nodded.
"how did you become so rich at a young age?" I asked.
"I'm smart." he answered, smirking.
"Mr. Horan-" he cut me off.
