The Producer - Ricky Wilson Fan Fiction

That Was A Surprise

Laura woke to the sound of rain pelting her bedroom window. The radio alarm would go off in a minute's time. It was a skill she seemed to have. Beating the alarm. She'd have to change the station she listened to from Monday. Show solidarity to her new place of work. Laura threw back the cover and sat up, picking up her phone as she did. She remembered the message. What was it that Aidan had to collect after all this time? She'd not seen anything around the house that was obviously his. Maybe it was an excuse. But for what? Well he could text again. Ask for another time. It was 10 months since she'd last seen him. His mother had been ill and Laura had wanted to visit her one last time, but unfortunately she'd been too late. The day of he funeral had been the last time Laura and Aidan had seen each other. A day she had very much chosen to put to the back of her mind.

Standing in the shower, Laura allowed the hot water to run across her face. She turned her thoughts to the day ahead. Meeting with head of music first, then Stefan, Matt and Ricky. She'd see Chris again. Strange. She didn't get that flip of her stomach that she remembered from dates when she was younger. Was it just because she was older and wiser now? She didn't think so. Thinking about her feelings from last night, she'd felt so comfortable with Chris. Had she led him on accepting the offer to go and see Coldplay? She'd have to make up an excuse, say something else had come up.

Turning off the shower she wrapped herself in a towel, using another to rub at her hair. She saw the clock. It was later than she thought. After rushing to dry her hair, quickly choosing a pair of jeans and a top and half eating a bowl of cereal, Laura left the house and half walked, half ran to the underground.

As she crossed the railway bridge towards the station, Laura was totally unaware that the company's surprise signing to the radio station was locking the door to his flat, pulling his baseball cap down over his face and zipping up his jacket against the rain. He crossed the railway bridge, entered the station and stepped on to the escalator with the other commuters trying to blend into the dreary Friday morning rush hour.

Laura stopped off to buy a coffee on her way across the square. There was a canteen for staff to use, but as good as their coffee was, the warmth of holding that cup on this cold September day was worth spending out for. She had 10 minutes until her first meeting, time enough to get in and collect her paper work together.

On entering the office she saw an empty desk, put down her coffee and bag and looked for a hook to hang her wet coat on.

"Good morning you!" Chris was sat across the office, but headed towards her as she shook the water off her coat and ran her fingers through her wet hair.

"Hi. Wow! You look smart." Laura made a point of looking him up and down. He twirled theatrically in front of her. She frowned at him. "Who are you trying to impress?" She allowed her frown to turn in to a smirk.

"Publicity photos. Have to look my best." He followed Laura over to her desk and leant on it, arms folded. "Ricky's in," Chris glanced around the office. Laura looked up as she sorted then gathered her papers. "Can't see him though, probably getting his breakfast." He lowered his voice. "I enjoyed last night. It was good, you know, to chat and that."

Laura could see he was being sincere and as much as she wanted to chat she really was in a rush. "Yes, it was fun."She stepped to his side. "Look Chris, I don't mean to be rude but places to go and all that." Laura had started across the office.

"I'll tell him you're looking forward to meeting him," he called after her.

"You do that!" she called back, pushing backwards through the doors waving to him. "Remember to smile." She made her way up to the next floor as Ricky began his way up from the canteen.