Mystery girl

CHAPTER 1.

Ariana POV:  

It was another day at work, just this time I was about to get another anxiety attack from all the people coming in to see me. I really thought this job i took wasn't going to get me too close to people.  

Well that is what my therapist said, and then again they could just be stealing my money.

Great Ariana, you just have to stay calm and don't start shaking and crying like a little girl because then you're just going to look stupid.

"Hi Mr. Evans Do you need my story right now?" I asked as I heard my voice shake a bit.

"Oh yes Ariana, dear. Did you already finish the story about Harry styles with that stripper for the night?"

"Yes sir."  

Even though there is no proof that Harry did such a thing just a picture of him entering a stupid club. Magazines really need to write about better things in life.

Mr Evans grabbed the paper i had written and started reading it, he looks at me with a sly smile.  

"This is perfect Ariana, you really do have skill." 

"Thank you."  

Damn Ariana all you can say is thank you, you really are a bore.

I smiled at Mr.Evans as he walked away. I took a deep breath and drank some water to calm me down. I grabbed my phone and put my head phone to my ears. I began to slowly drift into the music.  

"She's not afraid of scary movies, she likes the way we kiss in the dark, but shes so afraid of fa fa falling in looooooveee ooohhh"  

Right when Niall's part went on i do a little fan girl squeal and sing even louder.  

God how much i would love to actually meet Niall horan and the rest of One direction in person.I would take so many pictures and make the best of friends with them....  Oh who am i kidding i would probably faint like an idiot and run away because i fainted like an idiot

After a good 5 minuets of relaxation and quietness,  6 people who had to present the Harry Styles scandal walked into My little office that Mr. Evans provided, since i told him I'm not so good with dealing with others and preferred to be alone. Mr.Evans understood and made a little office where no one could bother me but him, since he was the boss. But today everyone seems to want to bother me. 

"Ariana." All of them said at the same time.  

I began to breathe harder and harder, and i felt my heart pump faster and faster. My palms began to sweat and I stuttered as i answered to them all "y-yes?"

Ariana stay calm THINK OF SHIRTLESS MEN, oh yes shirtless men now that is a happy thought, who doesn't feel calm and happy when they think of that. 

They all began to scream at me "WHERE ARE THE PICTURES FOR THE HARRY STYLES STORY WE CANNOT FIND THE ONES MARTIN SENT US OF HARRY COMING OUT OF THE STRIP CLUB, WE CANNOT HAVE LOST THOSE?!"

I looked at them wide eyed and with tears in my eyes.

I cant do this, I'm not strong enough to go through this.

I looked at them all, got up and said "Ask the people in charge of photography." I immediately ran away to the women's bathroom and sat on the random couches there. But seriously the real question should be who puts couches in a bathroom that is some weird stuff.  

Im on the brink of an anxiety attack and all i could think about is why the hell there are couches in the bathroom. Nice one. 

 I began to cry my eyes out and shaking. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I can't handle so many people at once its like High school all over again. I continued to breath hard for a good 10 mins as i heard my ring tone