So my head came up with this new story so I had to write it and post it because I rather like the idea myself! Not sure how many chapters it will be but for now enjoy and I hope you like it!

Heaven Must Have Sent You

"Lauren it's time to get up, you can't afford to be late darling" Tanya called up the stairs of number 5. Waking Lauren Branning was like waking a hibernated tortoise, almost impossible. It was a rare day in the Branning family home as finally Lauren had a job interview in central London for a marketing company. As soon as she applied, they replied days later impressed by her artwork and offered her an interview right then and there. To say it was a spot of good luck was a fair judgement as Lauren rarely had any luck in any shape or form. Her troubled life started from very young and it continued vastly from there as she found herself getting into all sorts of trouble; usually after necking a bottle or two of alcohol. Not too long ago, Lauren found herself seeking help after having a bottle too many and finally facing up to her problems; something she hide from most of the time, seeking solace in other forms. Finally she accepted her life for what it was, mind over matter.

Fine, her dad was married to another women who was now pregnant with their first child, their mother was leaving for a little while to sort her head leaving Lauren and Abi to manage the house and their own life's and taking their little brother with her. To be honest she would miss Tanya more than she would like to admit but having the freedom and time to herself was something she was looking forward too, as well as living up the expectations to look after the house responsibly as take care of Abi, who protested she didn't need looking after, which was unsure she could barely cook a slice of bread let alone a full meal.

"I'm up I'm up women, jesus" she muttered reaching the bottom of the stairs, shuffling past to get to the kitchen.

"Your interview is in 2 hours, now do you have everything prepared?" Tanya fussed around the kitchen serving Lauren her rather large breakfast the statement 'You can't work on an empty stomach' being thrown around.

"Yes I have my portfolio, my CV and outfit ready, don't panic mum" she sighed, sometimes her mother could be a worry wart, when she really didn't need to be.

"Shall we meet for lunch my treat before I see Poppy, I need to make sure she is all ready for when I leave this week" she asked her daughter, who was now engrossed in her food.

"As long as it is your treat I'm down for it" she spluttered through mouthfuls of a full English.

"Of course darling, right I better go good luck, you will smash it" pecking the top of Laurens head, she scooted from the kitchen, picking up her keys and bag, then front door shutting behind her, leaving Lauren to get ready in peace; something she was desperate for.

Slipping on her new deep purple pencil dress and black blazer, Lauren opted to attend her rather messy hair. Running the brush through it she decided to keep it down straight, having it that way complimented the outfit better. After choosing the perfect black wedges and applying minimal make up because frankly she didn't like wearing much anyways; a far cry from the emo days she suffered all those years ago she was finally ready to leave. Picking up her hand bag and portfolio she headed for the station.

In all honesty, everyone who knew Lauren were surprised she had even applied for a job, let alone actually got offered an interview. Lauren grabbed it with both hands, not only because it was an amazing opportunity but just to prove that she wasn't the lazy drunk everyone had her pinned as. She was good at art and actually enjoyed it and for Lauren that was big as she didn't enjoy much unless it was reality TV & a strong alcoholic drink.

Arriving outside the huge glass building at Victoria, she couldn't help but feel completely overwhelmed. It was bigger than she ever imagined, it was very flash the huge sign at the front concluding that. Pushing open the entrance door she was greeted by a very friendly receptionist, who clearly brushed up on her people skills as a hobby, her smile almost represented the Cheshire Cat.

"Hi welcome to Blake Marketing, my names Danielle, how may I help you?" smiling sweetly it was almost sickly.

"Hi I have an interview with Mr Blake, Lauren Branning" she voice suddenly seemed gloomy compared to miss happy go lucky sat in front of her.

"Ah yes lovely, if you go to the, top floor room 101" she replied, handing Lauren a day pass for the lifts and security. Looking around she spotted the lift at the end of the corridor. Pressing the button she suddenly felt nervous. She wasn't too good at first impressions, she could be snappy and judgemental; it didn't usually work in her favour.

As the lift reached the top floor, she took a large gulp of air trying desperately to calm her nerves. Once more she was greeted by another receptionist, this one wasn't so suffocating sweet, she seemed pretty normal.

"Hi Lauren Branning to see Mr Blake" her voice giving off more confidence than she actually possessed. The receptionist pressed her phone "Mr Blake, Lauren Branning to see you" she said glancing up at Lauren then back at the phone.

"Send her through" the voice echoed down the phone, as the receptionist pointed towards the large door at the end. Standing outside it, she took a minute just to steady herself, she really didn't want to fuck up this interview, she knew her chances were slim, but still to say she tried her best would be nice. Her hand hesitated over the door handle before finally dropping it down the large door opening rather easily as she stepped in closing it behind her.

Turning around, she noticed the black office chair was facing the other way looking out towards the breath taking view of London. As it turned to face her, she was caught off guard. Her breathing suddenly came to a halt, a gorgeous dark brown set of orbs settled on her own, before they trailed down her frame, head to toe. Gulping loudly, she couldn't remember how to move her feet, instead he walked over to her, giving Lauren that much needed chance to study the person in front of her. His crisp black suit clung to his clearly muscled body, the material tight over his biceps which were at least to say bulging. The white shirt had a few buttons opened at the top exposing a little chest hair much to her liking. Finally pulling away her gaze from his impressive body, they met his face. His strong square jaw suited his body, he had the most blazing eyes she had ever seen someone have, his short dark hair finishing off this god like look.

She couldn't help but notice the smirk that had swept across his face as if he knew she had just checked him out.

"I'm Lauren" she suddenly blurted out, her mind now returning to a normal motion, laughing a little nervously as he took her out stretch hand within his rather large hands moving it into a shaking motion. The feeling of his skin touching her was delicious, if she could of held onto his hand she would of but that would have been rather odd.

"Nice to meet you Lauren, I'm Joey Blake" his voice almost purring his reply seductively, although it was tinged with a slightly cockney accent, making her heart flutter a little more.