Catching Red Eyes

I must have fallen asleep for a few hours because I was woken up by the sun rising and Marc typing away on his MacBook.
"Morning sunshine."
"Oh, hi. Sorry.
"Why are you apologizing? You fell asleep on a red eye. Its fine."
I guess he was right but it felt strange sleeping next to my boss.
"I emailed your professors in case you miss any work."
"Oh...thank you." I had already informed them but it was nice of Marc. I didn't think he realized I was still in school with the things he asks and call me to do at 3am. The fasten seatbelt sign came on as we came to a landing. After getting off the plane and getting our bags, I was finally able to sit without being thousands of feet in the air.
"What do you mean the driver isn't here yet?!", I heard Marc yell into his phone. "Fine, well have them call me when they get here, I am not making HIM wait for US." Marc went to talk to a uniformed man behind a desk and I searched for something with caffeine. I found coffee and awkwardly asked for a small black coffee in my American accent. Marc had given me a few pounds considering I only had American currency and the barista laughed as I handed her what I had.
"First time, dear?"
"Uh, yea, sorry."
After getting back my change or whatever its called, I went back to my seat. I pulled out a compact and cringed at my reflection. Red rimmed eyes, flat hair, and leftover makeup from yesterday or this morning or whenever. I didn't even know what time it was at all.
"Driver is finally here. Come on, we have to get set up at the hotel before the paps and screaming fans get there", Marc said, as he hoisted his bag on his shoulder and starting speed walking to the front of the airport. I immediately grabbed my bag and was on my bosses' heels. The automatic airport doors opened to a gray, foggy, very cold London morning. I heard planes taking off and landing and whistles blowing to move traffic along. I moved quickly out of the way of a security officer on a scooter and into the black town car. It was warm and quiet inside and the digital clock read, 6:47 AM.
"Hey, yea we are on our way now. The front desk knows...yes...ok. Great", Marc said, while ending the call. "Well, paps are already there, along with about 200 fans. Apparently they camped out overnight. How they even knew this was happening, when we just got the confirmation call last night, this wasn't even an option until last night, we were waiting on his publicist...insane."
"Marc... if you don't mind me asking...who is all this for?", I hesitantly asked. When it comes to working for Marc, you fade in the background and have things available before he even asks and you certainly don't ask questions.
"Oh, didn't I tell you? Harry Styles, that guy from One Direction."
I didn't say a word, just sighed and looked out the window. It was going to be a long day.

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