Unexpected
Chapter 1
HI READERS!! So I'm going to apologize right now for the length of this first chapter! I know it's a little boring, but it'll get better! I just wanted to give you all a little background look at our main character, Charlie. She's great. I PROMISE the next chapter will be much more exciting than this one! This is my first ever fanfic so please go easy on me! Let me know what you think and subscribe if you like what you've read so far! Thanks guys! xx
P.S- I have this same story on the Harry Styles Fanfic page under the username HazzaStyles. Don't worry, no one stole it from me! :)
Charlie’s POV:
“Breathe, CC, just keep breathing.” My inner dialogue has been allowing me to not keel over and die from nerves while I sit in the back of the cab waiting for the driver to reach my destination. Modest Management. A company who serves some of the hottest artists and bands today. Little Mix, JLS and Olly Murs for some examples. MM did everything from handling publicity to managing the artists and band’s tours. And I was going to be working with these people! It’s almost too good to be true. I pinch myself on my forearm to make sure I’m not living out some crazy realistic dream in my head. Nope, it’s real, as is the bruise forming underneath my fingers from that pinch.
If someone would’ve told me six months ago that I would be living in London AND beginning my adult life after college in a job that I actually like, I’d laugh right in their face. I drop my head and chuckle after remembering the day I got the call back from Jeremy Rodgers saying that Modest was pleased to offer me the personal assistant job. Apparently, I’d be working for one of their clients as an assistant to the band manager on a new upcoming tour, but I had yet to know which singers I would be working with. A month after I accepted the job offer, I finished my final semester at college, packed my belongings and made the trip over the pond to London, England.
Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted to move to London. I used to beg my mother to take me to the library so I could check out every single book they had on the city. I became obsessed at such a young age and it only grew as the years went by. By the time I was in high school, I had already mapped out my plan to reach my goal. And while studying Public Relations and Communications at college, I spent countless hours researching every single career path I could take that would lead me to my English heaven.
To say that I overworked myself would be an understatement. I don’t think any one person has ever sent out as many resumes as I did or stayed up at random hours, because of the different time zones, in the night to get in contact with hiring agencies. I was determined to get a job and nothing was going to stand in my way. Finally, I got my break. After my phone interview [which I nailed] with Modest, I bombarded some poor woman in HR every day for a week to see when I would be getting a call back. As much as I felt guilty, I really didn’t because I was SO close to my dream that I could almost touch it.
Though not the main reason for my wanting to move, it was an added bonus that I was finally going to be able to get away from Eric, even if I had to move half way across the globe to do it. I closed my eyes as I rested my head back on the seat, knowing I'd never have to listen to him berate me again. But right now was not the time to think about that stupid twat, so I shook of the trip down Memory Lane and stared out the window at the scenery passing by.
The cab driver finally pulled over in front of a huge building. I took some cash out of my purse, gave it to the driver and stepped out of the car. I extended my neck as far as it could go trying to see the entire building. After taking in my surroundings, I smoothed my dress down and walked towards the entrance.
The lobby of the building was extremely modern. A huge front desk was situated in the back of the room with a gorgeous blonde receptionist sitting behind it, quickly typing on a MAC desktop.
“Welcome to Regency Executive Offices, how may I help you?” Her voice rang through the high ceilings and created an echo around me.
“Hi, yes, I’m look for the Modest Management offices?”
“Sure, take the lift behind me to the 49th floor and turn right and the entrance should be directly in front of you.”
I smiled and thanked her as I made my way to the lift. Once inside, I silently blessed the building for having mirrors around the entire walls so I could check my appearance before I went into the office. I had chosen one of the new outfits I had picked out last week while doing a major “new job” shopping spree with my roommate and new best friend, Emma. Hopefully, I would be getting a paycheck soon so I can cover the damage we did at the shops.
As I focused in on my face and hair, I noticed my fringe had become a little mussed from the wind outside, so I smoothed the hairs down with my fingers. Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I did one more take and shrugged my shoulders with approval, a habit I had acquired over the years.
My nerves instantly hit me again as the lift doors slid open. I walked off the elevator and was welcomed by two huge glass doors with the word Modest etched in bold lettering on the front. Opening the doors to the office, I stepped inside and went immediately to the middle aged receptionist sitting behind a desk. She looked up and smiled politely at me.
“Hello, welcome to Modest Management, how may I assist you?”
“Hi, my name is Charlie Cadigan, I’m coming in for my first day of work? I’ve been in contact with Jeremy Rodgers.”
She instantly perked up and stood from her chair to shake my hand, “Oh yes! Ms. Matthews! It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Dorothy Hale. Mr. Rodgers has been expecting you! Just follow me and I will take you back to his office.”
She walked me through a maze of desks and rooms until she got to the corner of the building and stood outside a big oak door with the name tag Jeremy Rodgers- Executive Director adorning the center.
“Good luck on your first day,” she whispered and smiled as she walked away. I faced the door and allowed myself one more calming breath before knocking on the solid wood.
“Come on in!”
I opened the door to find a generously sized office with an entire wall of windows, allowing for one hell of a view of the gorgeous city below. Jeremy Rodgers was sitting behind a massive desk, lightly cluttered with files and memos. He looked up and smiled warmly as he stood from his chair to welcome me.
“You must be Charlie! It’s a pleasure to finally put a face to a voice!”
I laughed politely and shook his outward stretched hand, “The pleasure is all mine. Thank you so much for the opportunity to work for your company, Mr. Rodgers.”
“Please, call me Jeremy.” He pointed to a comfy chair situated in front of his desk and I made myself comfortable while he filtered through some papers on his desk. Jeremy seemed to be around thirty years of age, give or take a few years. The sleeves on his crisp, blue dress shirt were rolled up slightly, allowing me to see the sprinkle of blonde hair covering his forearms. He had a small and neat light brown quiff and gorgeous blue eyes that I couldn’t stop from staring at while I waited.
“Charlie! For the love of God, stop staring at your boss like that! Yes, I know. You haven’t been correctly pleasured by someone in almost eight months. But keep it in your pants, woman.” Damning my inner voice, I quickly wiped my sweaty palms on my dress and awaited Jeremy’s gaze.
“So Charlie, I just have a few housekeeping topics I need to talk to you about today. Then we'll fill out some paperwork, confidentiality agreements, and then sign your contract. Pretty boring stuff, so I will try to get through it as quickly as possible so we can get you situated!”
“Sounds perfect!” I replied, ready to begin the process. Jeremy went on to discuss the overview of what exactly I would be doing as a personal assistant.
“You will be assisting Paul Higgins, he is head of security for the band and also their tour manager. Anything he needs help with, you will need to be there. It can get to be a little hectic at times, but once you get through your first few concerts, it will get a lot easier.” I nodded along, my mind still twitching with curiosity and anxiety as to what band I would be working for. A little part of me wished for Little Mix, because they were all fabulous, but I guess I would take anything they have to offer!
“On to the most important item, your contract. I can let you read over it tonight if you wish, but there is one thing I must discuss with you face to face.” His eyes bore into mine as I started to feel my heart race faster from the urgency in his voice.
“O-okay...”
“Seeing as how you are going to be working with an all boy band, there is a rule I must stress that you follow. Never, under any circumstances, are you to become romantically involved with any of the band members. You will be spending a lot of time with these boys, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you created friendships, but that is the extent of your relationship with them. These boys are constantly in the media and we do not want to taint our company’s good name by having an affair come to light. It is extremely crucial that you follow this rule. And if for some reason you are to become involved, because it is clearly stated in your contract, I will be forced to fire you. I don’t mean to frighten you, and you also don’t seem like the kind of girl to do that sort of thing, but please make sure you keep romance outside of work.”
After he stopped talking, I sat there for a second, staring at him with wide eyes. I guess a couple awkward seconds went by before I said something because I heard him clear his throat. I felt my face flush bright pink and I nervously shifted in my seat.
“O-oh, Mr. Rodgers, I-I mean Jeremy! I promise you have nothing to worry about, I take my jobs very seriously. And I would never try to jeopardize this opportunity to become romantically….involved with anyone.” He smiled and sat back in his chair while my mind raced after realizing something he had said.
“I do have to ask, sir. Which one of your clients will I be working with?” I thought of the research I did before I left for work today on Modest’s clientele and tried to think of what boy bands they worked with. Would it be JLS? Or Scouting for Girls?
“Oh, Charlie, I do apologize for my forgetfulness! It completely slipped my mind to tell you what group you will be traveling with. I’d assume from your age group that you had heard of them by now.”
“Oh?” I sat on the edge of my seat, waiting for him to speak again.
“Yes. They’re called One Direction.”
P.S- I have this same story on the Harry Styles Fanfic page under the username HazzaStyles. Don't worry, no one stole it from me! :)
Charlie’s POV:
“Breathe, CC, just keep breathing.” My inner dialogue has been allowing me to not keel over and die from nerves while I sit in the back of the cab waiting for the driver to reach my destination. Modest Management. A company who serves some of the hottest artists and bands today. Little Mix, JLS and Olly Murs for some examples. MM did everything from handling publicity to managing the artists and band’s tours. And I was going to be working with these people! It’s almost too good to be true. I pinch myself on my forearm to make sure I’m not living out some crazy realistic dream in my head. Nope, it’s real, as is the bruise forming underneath my fingers from that pinch.
If someone would’ve told me six months ago that I would be living in London AND beginning my adult life after college in a job that I actually like, I’d laugh right in their face. I drop my head and chuckle after remembering the day I got the call back from Jeremy Rodgers saying that Modest was pleased to offer me the personal assistant job. Apparently, I’d be working for one of their clients as an assistant to the band manager on a new upcoming tour, but I had yet to know which singers I would be working with. A month after I accepted the job offer, I finished my final semester at college, packed my belongings and made the trip over the pond to London, England.
Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted to move to London. I used to beg my mother to take me to the library so I could check out every single book they had on the city. I became obsessed at such a young age and it only grew as the years went by. By the time I was in high school, I had already mapped out my plan to reach my goal. And while studying Public Relations and Communications at college, I spent countless hours researching every single career path I could take that would lead me to my English heaven.
To say that I overworked myself would be an understatement. I don’t think any one person has ever sent out as many resumes as I did or stayed up at random hours, because of the different time zones, in the night to get in contact with hiring agencies. I was determined to get a job and nothing was going to stand in my way. Finally, I got my break. After my phone interview [which I nailed] with Modest, I bombarded some poor woman in HR every day for a week to see when I would be getting a call back. As much as I felt guilty, I really didn’t because I was SO close to my dream that I could almost touch it.
Though not the main reason for my wanting to move, it was an added bonus that I was finally going to be able to get away from Eric, even if I had to move half way across the globe to do it. I closed my eyes as I rested my head back on the seat, knowing I'd never have to listen to him berate me again. But right now was not the time to think about that stupid twat, so I shook of the trip down Memory Lane and stared out the window at the scenery passing by.
The cab driver finally pulled over in front of a huge building. I took some cash out of my purse, gave it to the driver and stepped out of the car. I extended my neck as far as it could go trying to see the entire building. After taking in my surroundings, I smoothed my dress down and walked towards the entrance.
The lobby of the building was extremely modern. A huge front desk was situated in the back of the room with a gorgeous blonde receptionist sitting behind it, quickly typing on a MAC desktop.
“Welcome to Regency Executive Offices, how may I help you?” Her voice rang through the high ceilings and created an echo around me.
“Hi, yes, I’m look for the Modest Management offices?”
“Sure, take the lift behind me to the 49th floor and turn right and the entrance should be directly in front of you.”
I smiled and thanked her as I made my way to the lift. Once inside, I silently blessed the building for having mirrors around the entire walls so I could check my appearance before I went into the office. I had chosen one of the new outfits I had picked out last week while doing a major “new job” shopping spree with my roommate and new best friend, Emma. Hopefully, I would be getting a paycheck soon so I can cover the damage we did at the shops.
As I focused in on my face and hair, I noticed my fringe had become a little mussed from the wind outside, so I smoothed the hairs down with my fingers. Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I did one more take and shrugged my shoulders with approval, a habit I had acquired over the years.
My nerves instantly hit me again as the lift doors slid open. I walked off the elevator and was welcomed by two huge glass doors with the word Modest etched in bold lettering on the front. Opening the doors to the office, I stepped inside and went immediately to the middle aged receptionist sitting behind a desk. She looked up and smiled politely at me.
“Hello, welcome to Modest Management, how may I assist you?”
“Hi, my name is Charlie Cadigan, I’m coming in for my first day of work? I’ve been in contact with Jeremy Rodgers.”
She instantly perked up and stood from her chair to shake my hand, “Oh yes! Ms. Matthews! It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Dorothy Hale. Mr. Rodgers has been expecting you! Just follow me and I will take you back to his office.”
She walked me through a maze of desks and rooms until she got to the corner of the building and stood outside a big oak door with the name tag Jeremy Rodgers- Executive Director adorning the center.
“Good luck on your first day,” she whispered and smiled as she walked away. I faced the door and allowed myself one more calming breath before knocking on the solid wood.
“Come on in!”
I opened the door to find a generously sized office with an entire wall of windows, allowing for one hell of a view of the gorgeous city below. Jeremy Rodgers was sitting behind a massive desk, lightly cluttered with files and memos. He looked up and smiled warmly as he stood from his chair to welcome me.
“You must be Charlie! It’s a pleasure to finally put a face to a voice!”
I laughed politely and shook his outward stretched hand, “The pleasure is all mine. Thank you so much for the opportunity to work for your company, Mr. Rodgers.”
“Please, call me Jeremy.” He pointed to a comfy chair situated in front of his desk and I made myself comfortable while he filtered through some papers on his desk. Jeremy seemed to be around thirty years of age, give or take a few years. The sleeves on his crisp, blue dress shirt were rolled up slightly, allowing me to see the sprinkle of blonde hair covering his forearms. He had a small and neat light brown quiff and gorgeous blue eyes that I couldn’t stop from staring at while I waited.
“Charlie! For the love of God, stop staring at your boss like that! Yes, I know. You haven’t been correctly pleasured by someone in almost eight months. But keep it in your pants, woman.” Damning my inner voice, I quickly wiped my sweaty palms on my dress and awaited Jeremy’s gaze.
“So Charlie, I just have a few housekeeping topics I need to talk to you about today. Then we'll fill out some paperwork, confidentiality agreements, and then sign your contract. Pretty boring stuff, so I will try to get through it as quickly as possible so we can get you situated!”
“Sounds perfect!” I replied, ready to begin the process. Jeremy went on to discuss the overview of what exactly I would be doing as a personal assistant.
“You will be assisting Paul Higgins, he is head of security for the band and also their tour manager. Anything he needs help with, you will need to be there. It can get to be a little hectic at times, but once you get through your first few concerts, it will get a lot easier.” I nodded along, my mind still twitching with curiosity and anxiety as to what band I would be working for. A little part of me wished for Little Mix, because they were all fabulous, but I guess I would take anything they have to offer!
“On to the most important item, your contract. I can let you read over it tonight if you wish, but there is one thing I must discuss with you face to face.” His eyes bore into mine as I started to feel my heart race faster from the urgency in his voice.
“O-okay...”
“Seeing as how you are going to be working with an all boy band, there is a rule I must stress that you follow. Never, under any circumstances, are you to become romantically involved with any of the band members. You will be spending a lot of time with these boys, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you created friendships, but that is the extent of your relationship with them. These boys are constantly in the media and we do not want to taint our company’s good name by having an affair come to light. It is extremely crucial that you follow this rule. And if for some reason you are to become involved, because it is clearly stated in your contract, I will be forced to fire you. I don’t mean to frighten you, and you also don’t seem like the kind of girl to do that sort of thing, but please make sure you keep romance outside of work.”
After he stopped talking, I sat there for a second, staring at him with wide eyes. I guess a couple awkward seconds went by before I said something because I heard him clear his throat. I felt my face flush bright pink and I nervously shifted in my seat.
“O-oh, Mr. Rodgers, I-I mean Jeremy! I promise you have nothing to worry about, I take my jobs very seriously. And I would never try to jeopardize this opportunity to become romantically….involved with anyone.” He smiled and sat back in his chair while my mind raced after realizing something he had said.
“I do have to ask, sir. Which one of your clients will I be working with?” I thought of the research I did before I left for work today on Modest’s clientele and tried to think of what boy bands they worked with. Would it be JLS? Or Scouting for Girls?
“Oh, Charlie, I do apologize for my forgetfulness! It completely slipped my mind to tell you what group you will be traveling with. I’d assume from your age group that you had heard of them by now.”
“Oh?” I sat on the edge of my seat, waiting for him to speak again.
“Yes. They’re called One Direction.”
Notes
This is like madness. I can't believe I'm actually writing a fan fiction right now. But I'm seriously SO excited! I wanted to have the first two chapters done at the same time, but college can get in the way of things...lol. I'll hopefully have the next chapter written by Thursday night, so look for it then!But anywho! What did everyone think? Like I said, this was A LOT of writing. My chapters won't be this lengthy all the time.
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