Proving Them Wrong (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Two

Proving Them Wrong

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            People were bustling around the office when I arrived and I was surprised. Normally things were very laid back in this section of the office, unless we were undergoing a new project. I had just dropped off the shirt for Julie, who remained stubbornly silent about what Oliver was meant to tell me.

            I made my way through the chaos of equipment being passed around and opened the glass door which led to Oliver’s office. He was meticulously neat, which could sometimes be annoying when trying to find something which could be in one of fifty labelled file cabinets.

            “You wanted to speak to me?”

            “You’re late.” Well, good morning to you too, grumpy.

            “Julie needed me to run an errand,” I explained.

            “You work for me, not Julie.”

            “I know. I’m sorry,” I apologized. “It won’t happen again.”

            “You’re right that it won’t happen again.” He stated firmly and the worry I had been supressing emerged once more. “Especially when you are a representative of this company.”

            “Pardon me?” I had been expecting a ‘you’re fired’ and when it did not come; I was shocked, and ultimately relieved.

            “We are filming something aimed toward mass DVD distribution.” He leaned back in his seat, facing me completely. By just looking at you would not assume that Oliver Seaman was a particularly cruel or judgemental man. His eyes were a bright blue that complimented his almost flawlessly pale complexion, and on the rare occasion that he did smile, dimples were formed.

            “For whom?” I couldn’t help but ask.

            “I was just about to get to that,” Oliver commented wryly, peering at me from over the edge of his glasses. “It is a very small production, but not at all low budget. We will not need many hands for this crew. It will be mainly Vanessa and I. I will even be seeing to the actual filming.”

            I perked up at the name of Narin’s superior. This would mean that we would be finally working together under the same project. I had many questions that I wanted to ask, but I remained quiet, not wanting to upset Oliver.

            “It is a concert.”

            My enthusiasm deflated almost immediately. I had expected it to be some sort of ultra-artistic short film from an indie script writer, but I had gotten my hopes up too high, as usual.

            “Perhaps you know of the group, One Direction?”

            I had, in fact, heard of them, and even had a few of their songs on my iPhone, but I was by no means a fan of them, a ‘directioner’, or whatever those girls were called. They were admittedly very attractive and my stomach burst into butterflies at the thought of working closely with celebrities.

            “I have.”

            “Well they plan to release this concert for their fans, much like the DVD that came out for their previous tour.” Oliver began to pull out a few papers. “Of course, because I am directly taking on the role of cinematographer, you will have to claim the responsibilities I will not be able to do such as caring for the camera equipment and setting up lighting.”