Shattered Reflections (One Direction FanFiction) COMPLETED

2- The Blonde One

April 14, 2012

I walk out onto the busy streets and make my way down to a local Starbucks. Passing many different small shops, I admire the beauty of my hometown. Blake and I live in Baltimore, Maryland. Since it's in the middle of Blake's college, and my office, it’s an easy commute. It's also a great community.

I see the Starbucks and I walk inside. There are many small girls screaming around a group of boys. I just adjust my OBEY hat, and make my way to the line. I just happen to be right behind these, boys. Great.

"Excuse me," I say when a girl, about my age pushes me.

The girl looks at me up and down, before turning around and going into complete fan girl mode. So I stand in line, until these HUGE men-in-black push the girls out. They were about to push me, when I immediately said back,

"Whoa, hold up. I just want Starbucks. I don't give a fuck about whoever they are. Get your hand off of me." I say making the man release me hand, and back away.

I look forward, to find, I think, 5 guys standing in a circle. They were pretty good-looking, actually. They spoke in a weird accent, maybe Australian, but who knows?! I could really care less. But I did lay my eyes on a blonde boy. He was laughing at the curly haired ones' jokes and almost turned red. His laugh maybe even made me giggle!

It was the cutest thing I had seen. And when he turned to look at me, I saw his eyes. Wow. They are pretty blue. And he was pretty good looking as well. He had stared at me a while, until it got creepy. So I cleared my throat loud enough for him to notice his glare. I showed a quick smile and grabbed my phone.

I was just scrolling around, not exactly paying attention to what I was doing. I just was deep in thought. Now that I think about it, what was it I was thinking about? I almost hadn't realized that I was daydreaming, and that the blonde one had to tap me on the shoulder to move me forward. I looked, and he had the bluest eyes I had ever seen in my life. Even better with a closer look. But, I moved on, and to the counter next to a boy with curly hair. He was much taller than I was, considering I am only 5'2".

I ordered a Frappe. And I paid, then moving to the side, waiting for my order. I also noticed that the boy with the blonde hair was part of the 5 boys that I had noticed being surrounded by crazy girls. They were probably famous or something. They look like one of those annoying pop bands. I'm more of a Maroon 5, Daughtry, The Script, or maybe even The Fray, but definitely not the annoying dubstep, or pop.

I heard my name called "Olivia!" and I grabbed my drink, leaving the shop behind. I finally made my way to my office building, which was pretty big. I opened the doors, and stepped into the elevator with a couple journalists I had seen around. I just sipped my drink until I reached level 15, the boss's offices.

I chimed a quick, "Hello," to Mayra, the receptionist, who I had become to know over these couple of weeks. I walk into Marcus's office, and sat down, right in front of him.

"Hey Olivia," he said without looking up, signing off some papers.

"Hi..." I said quietly, before he looked up and smiled.

"So, we have some people here, in the other room, and they have a job offer, and I think you're perfect for it." He says.

"Well, I’m just an assistant writer, why me?" I question.

"Because you are the youngest, and you will fit in perfectly with the group you are to write about." Marcus says getting up.

"Come on, I will fill you in." he says grabbing my hand and walking me out into the interviewing room.

I have been here a couple times to observe. When music artists and celebrities want a biography written, they sit in a back room, where they can see everything going on in the interviewing room. But everyone inside the interviewing room cannot see them. It’s like one of those CSI and NCIS interrogation rooms.

We are not supposed to know who we are writing about until they have picked us. Marcus leads me into that very room, and sat me down. But this time, I was in the interviewing room. I take a look in the mirror, and smile. Knowing that whoever I might write about may be in there.

"Okay, Olivia, so you are here to be interviewed to see if you are suitable for writing a biography for this particular band." Marcus read aloud. "I have a couple questions, please answer them honestly, and the band is right in the back room, listening. I will begin when you're ready." Marcus reads. I squirm around in the hard, uncomfortable seat, and quietly say,

"...I guess I'm ready," Marcus smiled, and started.

"What type of music do you listen to?" I hear him ask. Easy, I thought.

"Maroon 5, The Script, The Fray, not shitty music that's on the radio." I say. I hear laughing in the background, of all boys. I smile that I can make them laugh. I really hope it is Maroon 5.

"Okay, well, do you watch The X Factor?" he asks.

"Um, not really, I have too much to do. In-between work, I have to take care of Beth, and of course Blake. As well as cook." I say sophisticatedly.

When I said I could cook, I heard a guy shout, "SHE'S HIRED!" but then some people shushed him. I giggled, looking in the direction of the sound, as Marcus continued.

"These are some questions the boys of the band came up with. Batman or Superman?" Marcus asked seriously.

I shot the window an 'are you serious' look, and turned back to Marcus. "Definitely Superman." I say smiling.

"Great, do you recognize any of these following names, Eleanor Calder, Perrie Edwards, or Danielle Peazer?" Marcus asks.

This is a weird question, "Nope, never heard of them." I say honestly.

After an hour’s worth of questions, I heard Marcus say, “Great. Okay Olivia, we will contact you tomorrow, see you later." Marcus said as he held the door open for me.

I left the building after saying "Goodbye," to Mayra, the receptionist, and walked out the door. I pulled out my phone, and dialed Blake's number. "Liv?" he says as he answers the phone.

"Yay, I’m done. Could you pick me up? Or should I just walk?" I ask.

"Would you mind if I told you to walk? I gotta study,” he asks pleadingly.

"Sure, it's fine, bye, love you." I say,

"Love ya" he says as I hung up, and stuck my ear buds in my ears. I walked to the song, ‘She Will Be Loved’ by Maroon 5, and made my way to my shared home. It was its own little street, off of the main city streets. 

I unlocked the door, and found Blake on the couch in the middle of a million books.

"Hey," I say as I throw away my empty Starbucks, and sit in front of him.

"Where’s Beth?" I ask him.

"She’s sleeping." He says, not taking his eyes off of his books.

"Well, I might get roaming job writing about a boy band." I say looking at him. His head shot up and his face scrunched.

"Boy-Band? Gross." He said making me chuckle. "I know right?" I say lying down on the floor. "They’ll call me tomorrow." I say as I take a little power nap. When I woke up, Blake had made Ramen Noodles.

I get up, and sit next to Beth on the island. We all eat out of the big bowl. "Hey Beth! How was your play date with Michael?" I ask.

"I-it wah phun." She said. Meaning, it was Fun. She still hasn't gotten used to the S and F yet. Blake and I laugh as we finish up dinner. We all watched The Muppets until Beth fell asleep at 9, so I put her in her bedroom, and met Blake in the Living Room, and we ended up watching No Strings Attached until we fell asleep on each other.

Picture of Blake to the Side! (: