Take Your Breath Away « Loucel

Take Your Breath Away

hello! this is my first story I've ever tried to write. Which means it will probably suck, but I'll hope for the best!. You can tell I don't usually do this hence the awful cover and cheesy title (you'll see what I mean). On a lighter note I really do hope you like it and if you do, leave a comment or if you have some tips I would love to hear them :) thank you!

*Marcel's pov*

This is it.

Today is the day.

All the late night planning, piles of paperwork and extra hours at work will finally pay off today. I never thought that I, Marcel Edwards, would be in charge of planning out the choreography and styling for One Direction's new movie. The One Direction!

I can't believe I'll actually be presenting my idea's in front of them. Usually Harvey and Jonny (my bosses) don't let me present, because I'm just a 19 year old intern and I may be a tad bit clumsy sometimes, but last month they said they wanted to "see what I got" as Jonny put it.

So today I intend on giving the best presentation possible! I've practiced in front of the mirror almost everyday and I always nail it.

At least that's what I think.

I'm also quite excited to see a certain Louis Tomlinson. I've had a weird obsession with him for as long as I can remember. Well I guess every fan does...

I straightened out my silk brown tie as best as I could, while running a hand over my new tan sweater vest getting rid of any creases. I love my style, even though some people make fun of me for it. I like to dress smart, is that such a bad thing? I searched my room in hopes of finding my glasses. I spotted them sitting atop my desk, where I had left them last night after some late night reading, it was the new issue of my favourite comic! That reminds me, Comic-Con is soon, I CAN'T WAIT!

I slide them on pushing the huge lenses further up the bridge of my nose. I turned to look in the mirror and nodded satisfied with what I saw. I immediately started to work on my bushy hair. I hated it. I wish it wasn't this curly, it makes it harder to gel back.

10 minutes later I managed to tame my crazy hair to something more stylish. I've been in love with this hair style ever since I saw it in a magazine at my grandfathers house. I mean, it was in a magazine so it must be in style...right?

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the familiar ringing of marimba fill the room. Man I love that ring-tone. I looked around my room before spotting it on my bedside table. I clumsily jumped over my bed diving for the phone. I grabbed it fumbling for the answer button.

I cleared my throat before before answering "h-hello?"

"Marcal it's Jonny, The Direction will be arriving early so we need you to get here now!" He yelled slightly.

I gulped letting out a tiny breath "umm uh-yeah of course Sir and u-um it-it's Marcel Sir"

"Whatever Marcal, just be here quick!" He hung up before I was able to answer.

I shoved my phone in the pocket of my brown trousers and headed downstairs to take my daily nasal medication, If I don't take it my nose and throat gets all phlegmy and you don't even want to know . Quickly I got all the supplies I needed for the presentation and ran out the door, but not before I grabbed my inhaler. God knows I'll need it.

I made it to the head office in record time. I'm actually surprised I didn't get pulled over due to the fact that I was going waaay over the speed limit. I'm such a horrible person.

I ran into the building tripping over my feet several times before I made it to the elevator. I tumbled inside before the doors closed thankfully. I set down the stand and charts beside me, letting out a tired breath.