Chapter 1

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**OKAY BEFORE YOU READ ANY FURTHER, I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT THE FIRST 10-15 CHAPTERS OF THIS FANFIC WILL BE VERY MUCH RELATED TO 50 SHADES OF GREY. I'M A MUCH BETTER WRITER NOW IN THE LATER CHAPTERS, AND I'LL BE EDITING THESE FIRST CHAPTERS WHEN THE BOOK IS FINISHED. SO PLEASE DON'T COMMENT AND SAY 'THIS IS EXACTLY LIKE FIFTY SHADES OF GREY' BECUASE I ALREADY KNOW THAT. SO JUST BEAR WITH ME AND READ THROUGH IT, I PROMISE, IT GETS BETTER. <3 and another thing, IN ORDER TO READ THE PRIVATED CHAPTERS YOU HAVE TO FOLLOW ME AND ADD THE STORY TO YOUR LIBRARY. many people are having problems with this, and keep asking me and stuff about it, so i'm just giving you new readers a chance to do it now so you don't get to Chapter 8 and see that there's no Chapter 9. so again, FOLLOW ME, ADD THE STORY TO YOUR LIBRARY, AND REFRESH THE PAGE. after this, you'll be able to read all of the privated sex scenes. thanks. <3**

Allison's P.O.V

"Carter, in my office." My boss, Nancy Hegel, beckons me. I look up from cleaning the windows in the office break room and stand up. I smooth my gray pencil skirt down and follow her over to her office. She sits down at her desk and doesn't look up at me.

"Close the door." She points. I obey her command and close the door behind me.

"Sit." She points to the chair.

Bossy today, are we?

I sit down and look at her, she gathers some papers and holds them out to me. I take them

"Tomorrow I'll be out of the town for business. Some maniac wants to sew us for putting out fake news. Moron." She says. I roll my eyes metaphorically, the Daily Beacon sends out fake news every day. I'm surprised they haven't got caught before.

"Do you think everything will get sorted out?" I ask.

"Of course it will, I'm Nancy Hegel." She says and laughs. I smile and nod my head.

"Anyways, we're getting off subject," She says, "I need you to do me a favor."

"Okay." I answer.

"Tomordrow at 2:30 Stella was supposed to go interview Mr. Harry Styles at his office for an article she is doing, but since she is my right hand gal she's coming with me. So I need for you to do it."

"A real interview?" I ask, shocked.

"Uhm, yeah?" She says to me stupidly.

Wench.

"Oh my gosh, of course I'll do it!" I say excitedly.

"I wasn't asking, I was telling you." She says to me, sternly.

Oh...

"Oh, uhm.." I stammer.

"So, tomorrow I expect you to go and ask him these questions. And if you think of any yourself, go right ahead and ask him." She says. She pulls out a manila folder and hands it to me.

"Do I need to know anything about him before I go?" I ask.

"Nope, everything's there. It'll be a very quick interview if you gets these written down fast." She says. Her phone rings, "Alright. That's all. Thanks Carter."

"No, thank you for the opportunity!" I say all giddy like and exit her office.

"And bring me some coffee!" She yells from her door.

Oh, how sometimes I hate just being an intern.

...

"Stephanie, I'm home. Finally!" I yell as I take my coat off at the door.

Stephanie is my best friend. She's 22 years old. We live together in this little shack of an apartment that we can barely afford. I work as in intern, but of course that doesn't pay well. So I work at the bookstore right across the street part time. Stephanie works at the Get Fit! gym, she's a Zumba instructor.

I hear her footsteps run down the steps and she jumps down the last two. Stephanie is so gorgeous, her long red hair is naturally curly, she has picture perfect skin, and green eyes I would die to have!

"Hey girly, how was work?" She asks and I follow her into the kitchen. I sit down at the table while she gets out some food.

"horrible, like always. I had to wash the break room windows for the sixth time since yesterday." I sigh, "But, I actually get to go out and interview somebody tomorrow."

"Really?" She asks, "Who?"

"Uhm." I think about it, "Harry Styles."

She drops her plate and stares at me, "Harry Styles!?"

I stare at her, "Yeah?"

"The one who owns Foster?" She asks, "The #1 Bachelor in all of Manchester? That Harry Styles??"

I giggle, "I guess so."

"You guess so!? Alli, that man is so sexy!" She gushes.

"I've only ever seen a couple pictures of him." I shrug.

"Oh my gosh, I am so jealous of you!" She moans.

"Why??" I ask.

"He rarely gets interview because he is so busy, and you get to interview him!!" She says to me.

Really? "Well then I feel very honored." I joke.

"Aren't you nervous?" She asks.

"No, I have all of the questions I need to ask," I explain, "So all I have to do is get in and get out."

"Shoot, if I was going, I'd be letting get in and out of me." She says and shakes her butt.

"Oh my god. You're so gross." I say and throw a napkin at her.

"Hey, I'm just saying. Once you go in there and see that man with all his curls and sexiness, you'll be wanting him too." She sticks her tongue out at me.

"I highly doubt that." I say and roll my eyes.

"Stop acting like all men are parasites." She says to me, "Do you want green or red peppers?"

"Both." I say, "And I don't think that all men are. I'm just saying that 99.99% of them are."

"You're useless." She mutters and turns on the stove, "You just need to get laid."

"Steph!" I gasp, "No I don't!"

"Yes. You. Do." She says and looks at me, "It'd make everything so much better. Once you're in that mood, you won't even be-"

"Okay going to take a bath now." I say and get up.

"You always do that!" She shouts as I walk out of the kitchen.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I sing song to her as I walk up the steps.

"Sure ya don't!" She yells. I laugh.

I go in my room and strip off my work clothes. I look at my naked body reflection in my long mirror. I'm skinny, but I don't have a body like the models in the cologne commercials, my long brown hair fall in waves just below my boobs. That's the only thing I like about me, my hair. And eyelashes. I turn to the side. My butt isn't big, but it's not small. I turn back around and sigh. I hate looking at myself. I pull on my robe and reach into my purse and get the manila folder out. I overlook some of the questions and put it on my nightstand beside my bed.

Hm, Harry Styles. Stephanie was going on and on about him, but I don't know why. He's probably going to be some rich air headed jerk that blow off all my questions and answer them how the people want to hear. But, no matter who it is, I'm so happy I actually get to interview somebody. It should be really fun.

"Alli! Food is done!" I hear Stephanie calling from the steps. I get up and hurry downstairs. I just want to eat and relax so tomorrow can come already. I am way to anxious.

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