Reality (Liam Payne) -On Hold-

Chapter 1

It wouldn't be Reality, if our life was okay all the time.

I breathed out as I stepped into the my work building, well it wasn't actually my 'work' building since I was only an intern, but it was where I'd be spending my weekdays from 15:00 to 18:00, which wasn't fun in the least bit.

My heels clicked at every step I took towards my temporary desk, there wasn't much space at all, but it was what the company gave me for being an assistant, or a slave as I like to call it. 'Which company?' you might ask, it's a semi-famous magazine company that is linked to my University, meaning the place is filled with students, much to my dislike. But, unfortunately, this is the only source of payment I get (and job experience for the future), if you don't count the money my mum sends me to pay my dormroom rent and my school's tuition, but of course I can't exactly use that money the way I actually want to.

"Natalie, can you please proofread this article? It's due next week and it's really important, so try to actually do this right." Carla, my boss, ordered me, dropping some neatly folded papers on the wooden desk. "Oh and do it fast, time is money!"

I scowled at her once she turned her back to me. It's a shame I have to endure this hell to get to my dream job of being a columnist, to be honest, this was pretty much a waste of my time, but this is the world we live in, reality.

I sat down on my chair and dropped my bag next to the papers Carla had given me, guess it was better if I did actually do my work.

Halfway through the article, Grace, one of the only decent co-workers I had, informed me that that I was needed in Carla's office, all the way in the 37th floor, far from where I was. I unwillingly got up from my seat and padded towards the elevator. Lazy is a way to describe me, I am not a very energetic person, but I like to think I'm hard-working. Although you can't actually work hard when you it is Monday and your morning was filled with lectures and studying.

I stepped into the empty elevator and as it was closing, a brown haired boy appeared and managed to slip through the gap between the doors. I couldn't help but look at him since he was the only other person in the small compartment and also because he wasn't exactly bad looking. He had neatly styled hair, dark brown eyes, nicely defined jawline which made him slightly more attractive and a cute little button nose. Our eyes linked for a moment, but I immediately broke the contact once he realized I was staring at him. I felt my cheeks heat up and I was glad I had reached my stop.

The elevator doors opened and the boy let me pass first.

I mumbled a quick 'Thank You' and was on my way.

The nearer I got to Carla's office, the more anxious I felt. I probably had no reason to be anxious at all, but my mind came up with the worst possible scenarios. But once I was face to face with the doubled wooden doors of the devil's office, I knew I couldn't turn back. I knocked twice and waited for a response. 'Come in!' I heard faintly from the other side. I took a deep breath before stepping in.

"Oh Natalie, have you finished correcting the article?" She asked while organizing a stack of papers on her desk.

"Um... I'm halfway through" I replied "It's quite a long article"

The blonde focused on me, a glare present on her face.

"What do you mean you haven't finished it, it's due next week! And I specifically told you to be fast"

"I know it's just that-" I tried replying before she cut me off. 

"Just what? It's just that you're shit at your job!" She exclaimed getting up from her leather chair. 

I was a bit taken back by her words, I mean, I hadn't been working for this company for more than 2 months and I was already getting reprimanded. 

"You never turn your work in time, you're always late and that piece you wrote about affordable trends was terrible!" She continued "If Mr.Carter didn't like you, I would have already fired you"

My blood was boiling, but I knew I couldn't do anything to her if I wanted to keep this job. So I kept trying to think about other things other than attacking my boss.

Carla had never liked me, ever since I stepped into the CEOs office on a Tuesday morning. She greeted me with a scowl, and kept insulting me quietly as if I couldn't hear her from a couple of feet away. And she was also quite shocked when Mr.Carter hired me and put me in her division, it was a surprise to us both.

"Just get out of my office and finish the damn article." She sighed pointing at the door.

I did as I was told and went back to the 20th floor where my familiar desk sat.

"So how'd it go?" Grace asked me once I sat down.

"It's Carla, it never works well" I replied.

She giggled as she packed her stuff into her black briefcase.

"Is it time already?" I interrogated looking at my watch.

"It's already past 18:00" She retorted "I think you better take the article home and work there before the Devil kills you tomorrow"

I sighed packing my things in my bag as well.

"You're probably right, I actually do need this internship, so I better not get under Carla's skin" I joked.

Grace smiled before bidding me goodbye.

After cleaning my desk area, I walked down the stairs, not even waiting for the elevator since it was full of workers whose shifts ended at this hour. Then I stopped at the clear doors of the building, it was raining cats and dogs and my car was parked in an open parking lot which meant I would be soaked by the time I reached my white Volvo. I contemplated the pros and cons before sprinting, as fast as I could in heels, towards the car. I quickly got in, shielding myself from the water droplets, as if they were some kind of poison. I stuck the key in and tried to start my car, but, of course, as if my day couldnt get any worse, my car's battery was dead, because my stupid self decided to leave a light open.

I groaned in frustration and rested my head on the steering wheel. What a day.