I walked into the tall building that was home to the offices of Syco Music. I had just moved to London from the states to go to school a week ago. I was planning on going into the music business and I knew some people that had gotten me an internship at Syco.
I rode an elevator up to the floor and walked towards the receptionist. "What can I do for you?" She asked. I still really wasn't used to the British accents yet and I smiled.
"I'm the new intern, Anna Newson, I was told to come by and meet my boss before I started work tomorrow."
She looked surprised. Whether it was because I looked too young to be interning or my American accent, I didn't know. "He's in a meeting right now; you can just sit and wait over there."
She motioned to the chairs and I went and had a seat. I was about to open a magazine when I saw someone walk into the room. I looked up and saw Zayn Malik walking towards the receptionist. I had seen One Direction in concert a few years back but I had forgotten how attractive Zayn was up close. He talked to the receptionist for a second before turning around; he saw me and gave me a very strange look. He pulled his phone out and texted something without taking his eyes off me. I was beginning to get uncomfortable.
"I'm Zayn," he said walking towards me, putting his phone against his ear.
"Anna Newson," I introduced myself.
"You're American," he said though he didn't seem very surprised.
"Yeah," I said with a small laugh.
"Took you long enough to answer," he said into the phone. "Did you get my text?" There was a pause. "Yes I'm sure." Another pause before he turned back to me. "Are you doing anything now?"
"Um I have a meeting with my new boss," I said.
"You work here?" He asked.
"Tomorrow is my first day."
I heard the person on the phone say something. "Fine whatever," Zayn said into the phone. "Well I guess I'll see you around," he told me. As he walked away I heard "Are you crazy Liam? It's her! I know it's her! "
What was that all about?
"Ms. Newson?" The receptionist called.
"Mr. Stevenson is going to be a while, he told me to let you go home. He says just to be here at eight tomorrow."
"Oh alright, well goodbye."
"Have a nice night."
I walked out and walked back to my apartment. I smiled at the doorman and helped the old lady that lived next door to me carry a few bags upstairs. Even though I'd only been here a week I had already fallen into a routine. I was really looking forward to starting my new job so that I could change things up.
If only I knew how much things would change.
The next day I walked into the office early. "He's in the first room on your left," the receptionist said motioning down a hall. I walked back and opened the door. 6 people were sitting at a table they all turned to look at me when I walked in and I recognized all the One Direction guys. I assumed the older guy was Mr. Stevenson my new boss.
"Anna Newson, nice to finally meet you. I'm Carl Stevenson. Go ahead and help yourself to something to drink," he motioned to a table. "We've got tea and coffee I believe."
I quickly turned to face the table aware that everyone was staring. I grabbed a cup and poured my coffee. I hadn't quite kicked my coffee habit yet.
"You'll be primarily working with these guys," Mr. Stevenson said as I grabbed the cream. "We originally were going to put you with Cher Lloyd but Zayn insisted you work with them." I froze mid pour. "I guess the two of you met yesterday?"
"Uh yes," I said sitting down the cream. I picked up the sugar and began pouring it. I took my time stirring and tasting my coffee not wanting to turn and face them just yet. Then my phone rang. I checked the caller ID.
"That's probably Anika Crane, she's supposed to be calling to arrange travel plans to the UK for a performance on X Factor."
Oh of course because I totally know what to do with this Swedish singer on my first day. I sighed. Time to get to work.
"God morgon," I answered.
She began rattling off how she wasn't sure what was going on with her flight and that I probably would need to call to make sure they got her to the UK on time.
"Ja, självklart. Jag ska se till att vi får det redas ut för dig."
"Tack tack, älskling," she said.
I hung up. "She says that someone needs to call and get her flight sorted out, I told her we'd get that fixed right away."
"I'll put Marie right on that, thanks," Mr. Stevenson said.
"You speak Swedish?" Louis asked.
"Ja! Yo hablo español tambien."
I regretted showing off my language skills when I realized that the guys were staring at me even more now.
"This is why we couldn't pass up this one," Mr. Stevenson said. "Fluent is three languages-"
"I'm really only fluent in English and Spanish, my Swedish really isn't that great. It's only understandable."
He waved his hand. "No matter, now have a seat we really must get this underway."
The only empty seat was next to Zayn and I sighed before sitting down. As Mr. Stevenson started talking I took notes. Zayn kept looking at me. I looked across the table at Louis who gave me a sympathetic smile, I couldn't help but smile back. Liam seemed to be pretending I didn't exist. Niall and Harry actually seemed to be paying attention to what Mr. Stevenson was saying but they would glance my way occasionally.
I scribbled on an extra piece of paper and pushed it towards Zayn. "What is your deal?"
He wrote back and pushed the paper back to me. "You really don't know do you?"
"I honestly have no clue."
He didn't write back and I sighed. I checked my phone. It was already 11:30. "I have to get to classes."
"Right, I almost forgot you have Tuesday classes. You'll be here all day tomorrow correct?" Mr. Stevenson said. I nodded. "Before you go make sure the guys have your mobile."
I pulled my phone back out of my pocket and told them my number. They added me into their phones and each texted me so I could save their numbers.
"Alright see you tomorrow Anna," Mr. Stevenson said as I left.
I got a text from Zayn as I was walking to my second afternoon class. "We need to talk. What are you doing tonight?"
I typed back. "I have another class right now but I'll be free tonight."
"10:30 Boujis? I'll get you on the list."
"Yeah. See you there."
I slipped my phone back into my pocket. Now I just have to find out where Boujis is.
Later that afternoon I was going through my closet trying to find something to wear. After googleing the name of the club I discovered that this was one of those super high profile clubs also I realized I owned almost nothing that would work. Luckily it was still early and I could run and try to find something.
My parents had both died in a car crash when I was in middle school and left me a lot of money which I inherited when I turned 18 a few months ago. So money wasn't really a problem. Oh if my mother could see me right now. She'd definitely laugh at me that's for sure.
I caught the tube at the station near my house and rode to the only store I was positive would have something cute. I had run across it tucked in the back corner of a busy shopping center filled with all sorts of other designer stores. The lady working smiled at me when I walked in. "Anything I can help you with today?" she asked.
"I need to find a dress to wear to Boujis tonight," I told her. She laughed.
"I have the perfect thing."
Two hours I was leaving my flat for the fourth time that day. This time I was wearing a gorgeous blue strapless dress. It was super simple but it still looked perfect. Of course as I was on my way to Kensington I started second guessing my outfit. Sure it looked nice in the store but shops always flattering lighting and sliming mirrors…
I didn't have much time to think about it because a few minutes later I was caught up in the line of hopefuls trying to get in the club. I felt someone grab my arm and turned to see Zayn pulling me through the crowd and into the club. The music was pulsing and I forgot all about the way I looked, the beat was infectious.
"Let's go sit over there," Zayn motioned to some couches against the wall. He caught one of the waitresses and ordered drinks.
"So what's going on?" I asked. "What is such a big deal that you had to drag me all the way out here?"
He pulled out his phone and showed me a picture. It was a bunch of people, the photo was super blurry though and I could hardly make anything out. He pointed to a girl in the center of the photo and I gasped. I recognized the outfit and the charm bracelet on my wrist that my mom had given me. I was wearing it right now. "That's me," I said.
"I don't understand. What does that have to do with anything?"
"Don't you remember seeing any of our tweets after this concert?" Zayn asked.
"I was so tired after that weekend I'm pretty sure I didn't look at Twitter for a least a week. Why?"
He flipped to the next picture. This one had the same concert picture but a caption from Liam's Twitter was under it.
"I saw this girl last night; does anyone know who she is? There was just something about her. I tried to get her attention but she never noticed me."
"Tons of people retweeted it and it was all over Tumblr. People were trying to find you."
"Why?" I asked honestly lost.
"For two years Liam has been trying to find that girl he saw at a concert and then you show up out of nowhere. I think it's crazy, I don't believe is love at first sight like that. But who am I to argue with him?"
"Why doesn't he tell me all of that?" I asked.
"Because as far he knows you just ignored him. He's not going to get rejected again."
"But I didn't know!"
"Hey guys!" Harry said sitting down next to me.
"Hey Harry," I said trying to smile.
"Want to dance? You look like you could use some fun."
Harry and I walked out to the dance floor and I let the music get inside my head again so I could just forget about everything I just heard. "Are you alright?" Harry asked.
"I'll be fine." Harry and I danced for a few songs before he left to chase after a cute girl. Louis took his place and he twirled me around. I'm sure we were being really obnoxious and probably offending people with our weird dancing skills but I was having too much fun. I didn't even have to say anything to Louis he just knew.
"Liam is coming this way," Louis whispered into my ear. "Do you want me to let you go?" He asked.
"Yeah, I need to talk to him."
I felt Liam's hand on my arm.
"May I cut in?" He asked.
"Of course," I said smiling. Louis squeezed my hand before disappearing into the crowd. That boy, I had hardly said 10 words to him but we were already becoming great friends.
The next few songs were fast so I didn't talk to Liam, it was hard to dance and talk really anyways. Then the music transitioned into a slower song and I was about to slip back to the couches when Liam grabbed my hand.
"Dance with me?"
I put my arms around his neck. The silence was right on the edge between comfortable and awkward, I knew I needed to say something.
"Zayn showed me the picture," I said. I couldn't think of anything else to start with. "I hadn't seen it before."
"You weren't ignoring me?" He asked.
"I wasn't, I wouldn't. If I had seen those posts I might not have actually believed it was me but I wouldn't have ignored you."
"The moment you walked into the room at Syco I knew Zayn was right. I didn't want to believe him at first, it's been two years, but when I saw you I knew."
He looked into my eyes and I leaned towards him. He kissed me and my heart pretty much stopped beating. This was all happening so fast but if I had known how he felt about me two years ago we might have gotten together much sooner. I leaned into him and ran my fingers through his hair, never wanting this moment to end.
The next morning I woke up in my flat in last night's dress. I had collapsed of exhaustion when I had gotten home. It took me a minute to remember what had happened the night before and when I did I almost fainted.
I got up and changed clothes and tried to make my hair a little more presentable before going to work.
When I was in the elevator I began thinking what if it was just that pounding music or the drinks, we'd all had a little of everything. What if I got up stairs and it was really awkward and Liam didn't want anything to do with me?
The elevator doors opened and I walked out. I sighed; this is why you don't kiss people you work with. I walked down the hall and opened the door. All the guys were sitting around the table looking bored. Liam smiled at me and I smiled back, instantly forgetting all doubts I'd had.
I sat down next to him and he grabbed my hand. I saw him type something on his phone and a few seconds later my phone buzzed. I checked it; it was a tweet from Liam. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and he smiled shyly. I opened the message. "I have the most beautiful girlfriend"
"Girlfriend?" I asked teasingly.
"Well I could go delete the tweet if you want me too…" He started to open the internet on his phone.
"No!" I said grabbing his phone quickly. He smiled and kissed me on the cheek. Zayn smiled at me across the table. I smiled back and mouthed "thank you"