Collision between Hearts

"I´ll take it" I recognized my own voice as I felt my hand raising through the air. The room suddenly became totally quit, and everyone turned over and looked at me. "Natascha? Yeah okay, its yours" my boss said as if he had just sold to lowest bid on an auction. "- It will be good for you as an intern, to experience the quality of a good and interesting interview", he continued. In the rest of the office meeting, I just sad there - silent. What have I done? What the hell was I thinking? A concert with at least a thousand screaming and heartbroken fans. And all for what? A behind the scene coverage of the concert? And maybe even a glimpse of the members from the famous popband "One Direction", but only if I was lucky. Jesus Christ! I´ve always knew that "Woodford´s Local News" was a boring and non-interesting paper, but now it has sunken low. Way low. "That a hell of a good initiativ you took there, child. But we have to talk about some bulletpoint´s before you call it for today", my old boss said, and interrupted my thoughts.

As I walked towards the scary doorman, I felt my heart raising. I could already hear the crowd cheering and screaming the boy´s names, and there were still an hour to the concerts start. As I showed the doorman my VIP-pass, I felt the moist warmth of 2500 screaming teenage-girl´s enthusiasm. The arena was nothing like I imagined. There were big Screens and speakers everywhere you looked, and even the stage were build up with big plasma screens. Also behind the stage were there filled soundmen and reporters like herself. Even though I´ve prepared well for tonight, the amount of reporters and equipment scared me. What was I thinking? Why did I raise my hand in the first place? No, I could not think like that. I´ve decided that I would take this coverage as a challenge. Even though this was not my ideal kind of coverage, it could still prepare me for my future as a journalist. "Make the unpleasant a challenge" I said to herself. These were the words mom always used to say. Yeah, that was what I was going to do.

Two hours, and about 500 identical numbers later, the band thanked for tonight and walked of the stage. Finally. The boys had done a fine job, but I was not impressed. Sure, the boys were charming and their voices were fantastic, but all their songs were meningless and non-interesting. Not until a half our after the concert, I dared to go to the bathroom. The amount of exited and bursting-to-pee teenage girls were huge, so I had decided to wait. As I walked towards the bathroom sign in a empty passage behind the stage, I thought of the bulletpoints my boss had given me. My focus of attention was the atmosphere and the quality of the concert. My challenge was completed, even though I did not get a close look at the boys and there opinion of the concert. Suddenly I saw the big green door in front of me come right at me in one quick movement, and I felt it´s hard material banging right into my forehead.

When I opened my eyes, I looked up in two big green eyes. "Are you okay?" the green-eyed guy said. I was laying on the floor, and the guy had squat down next to me. With one hand I felt my already bended forehead. "Yeah, I think so..." I said sounding more pitiful than I wanted to. "Well, lets get you up from this floor" he said with a cheerful voice. Where had I´ve seen that guy before? Have we met? Those handsome green eyes and wonderful curls. He put his big strong arms around my waist, and almost lifted her up so I stood in standing position. Omg... He was one of them. He was one of the five guys from the band. And his name.... Harold? Harald? Harry! Harry - yeah, that was his name. Harry Styles. As I looked into his deep green eyes again, I felt my head spinning and suddenly the floor under me disappeared...

Notes

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