The Journalist

Chapter Four

"Emma here's the files you requested on One Direction. Honestly I can't believe you're the only one who doesn't know who they are." Elise said, barging into my doorway.

"Thank you."  I said taking the file and looking through the pages. I tried to read them but all I could think about was last night and I felt myself smiling.

"Ooo!" Elsie squealed. "What's his name?"  I smiled at her.

"His name is..." My phone rang and I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Emma the band is coming in 5 minutes I need you in the conference room now." Ms. Richmond slammed down the phone.

"I have to go Elsie, Ms. Richmond needs me."

"Okay but I want details again!" She called after me. 

I quickly sprinted from my office to the conference room in my heels and started walking once Ms. Richmond could see me. I clutched my notepad and pen and opened the door.

"I'll have my usual coffee and its Friday so I'll have a fat free, gluten free, sugar free scone with it." She said as soon as I walked in. I wrote the order on my notepad. 

"The band should be here any minuet so go down to the lobby and meet them."

"Yes ma'am." I said. I made my way down to the lobby, glad I had worn my lowest heels today so I could sprint when Ms. Richmond wasn't looking. 

I arrived in the lobby just as the limo was pulling up. I straighten my blazer and tried for a friendly smile. I looked in a small mirror above the receptionist's desk, I looked psychotic. I toned down my smile a little bit and then turned towards the door.

"What are their names?" I whispered to the receptionist. She looked at me like I was crazy. I didn't blame her, this was the first time I had ever talked to her. A man with blond hair with brown roots came out of the car. He had a cheerful smile on his face and dark blue eyes.

"That's Niall Horan, he's the Irish one. He raises a lot of money for charities. It's so heroic." The receptionist whispered.  Next out of the car was a man with warm brown skin, black hair and dark eyes. He seemed grumpy and kept fixing his hair.

"That's Zayn Malik, he's so dreamy." The receptionist sighed. I smirked and glanced at her. The next out of the car was a man with sandy brown hair and brown eyes. He seemed to have a commanding presence.

"That's Liam Payne. He's the responsible one of the group." Next out of the car was a man with side swept brown hair and blue eyes he pushed Niall to the ground and then laughed.

"That's Louis Tomlinson. He causes all the trouble." The next man out of the car was...Harry. I looked at him in confusion. What was he doing here? Last night's conversation came to mind.

 'I'm a performer.' 

'So like a rodeo clown or something?' 

'Or something.' 

He had seemed cagey when I asked him about his job I had just assumed he didn't like it. I felt stupid and angry. Last night was probably some pity date because he thought I was just some fan.

"That's-"

"Harry." I interrupted; the name ccoming out as a snarl.