Stuck In A Traffic Jam With Harry Styles

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

After another two and a half hours we finally made it home. It was a ridiculous time so I went straight up to my room, got ready for bed and hopped in. It didn’t take me long to get to sleep, and even though I tried to stop it a certain curly haired boy popped into my mind.

If you were wondering, yes I knew exactly who curly was. The famous Harry Styles who appeared in every magazine, radio and TV station, who hasn’t heard of him and the rest of One Direction? I wouldn’t say that I hated their music, it was very catchy – but I wasn’t one of their die-hard fan-girls either, I mean they’re only a bunch of guys. I guess that’s why I didn’t freak out when I saw him. It did give me the opportunity though to see if he was grumpy like a lot of magazines portrayed him to be, he did frown a lot in pictures but I guess the weird face I pulled showed that he could smile without it being forced.

When I woke up in the morning I groaned. Back to reality. The same routine I’ve been doing for over a year since I finished school, I didn’t go to college or sixth form either. I’d had enough with lessons I couldn’t take them any more. I was lucky to have an apprenticeship in journalism. Not many went around, so when I got it to say I was shocked was an understatement!

Monday mornings were always the worst because that’s when the news stories were piled up that you had to cover. I worked for one of the biggest newspaper companies in the UK – The Daily Mail. While most of it was based in London, they had an entertainment department/column here in Nottingham. I was lucky enough to write in the music column, since Nottingham is meant to be one of the most up and coming music scenes they wanted someone young to be a columnist, and here I was! It was such a great feeling to know that while I was still learning the ropes I was also getting paid.

I rolled out of bed and ran downstairs to make a cup of tea before making the journey back upstairs to get ready. First I applied a touch of make-up (never going overboard, because seriously who wants to look like a clown?) After I had done that I straightened my hair and put on my black work dress which stopped mid-thigh, and jacket since the British weather was never predictable.

My dad dropped me off at the tall stone building on his way to work. He worked at a printing company while my mum was a secretary at the scientific part of the university. I walked past Sally the receptionist and up the stairs to my boss Mark who was sat at his desk going through something on the computer. He usually gave me an assignment which consisted of listening to an artist’s album before it was released to the public so I could write a review on it. That was one of the things I loved about my job.

“Sophie I hope you had a nice weekend” Mark said when I reached his desk. It looked like it normally did; piles of paper and folders stacked up ready to be given out to the various other workers. “It was great thank you” I said trying to push the whole Harry thing to the side, I hated that I was still thinking about him. Curse those curls!

“That’s good. Ok here’s the album we want you to review today. It’s under high demand and already sold thousands in the pre-orders chart so make sure you keep this high priority and secret okay? We don’t want it to be leaked” Mark said and I nodded, I tried to think of who had an album coming out soon but couldn’t really think of anyone. “Okay I got it” I said taking the folder from him and looking down at the cover, there was no sticker like there usually was which showed just how important the review was. I’m surprized they let me take it on since I’m the newbie and didn’t have as much experience as the others.

“I know you’ll write something great so don’t worry about it. I want it done by Wednesday so I can read it and give it the thumbs up” he said and I nodded walking over to my desk. I used to hate the idea of being stuck behind a desk but I honestly didn’t mind anymore because I loved my job so much.