Yes this is a One Direction fanfiction. There are plenty on this website and some are fairly good.
-The Assistant-
"So are you going to do the One Direction interview or the Miranda Kerr slash Orlando one?" I asked, scanning my IPad. Brad chuckled and pushed it onto the table, getting out of my notes and into Tap Tap. I gaped as he started up and started frantically tapping away, catching up to, and beating his score.
"How about we forget about work for the time being and I whoop your ass at another round?" He replied, sipping his coffee. I sniggered and slapped a five pound note onto the table. Brad laughed and slapped a twenty down before choosing a song. I knocked his hand away.
"You gave the most money so I choose the song." I said, selecting one I know I'll ace. He groaned as soon as Ducksauce's Barbara Streisand blasted through the headphones and I started tapping. Brad's eyes kept darting over to the pile of money and his movements got more frantic and desperate until he slipped, missing a whole section. He groaned and slumped, hitting his head on the table while I scooped up the money and stood up.
"I'll call 1D yeah?" I said, sliding the IPad into my bag and pulling out my phone. He nodded and I walked out, punching in the number before lifting it to my ear.
"This is Simon Cowell's office, Lisa speaking. How may I help you?" The voice on the other end was perky but bored.
"My name is Melissa Baker, I'm personal assistant to Mr Bradley Jay. He was hoping he could interview One Direction if it fits into their schedule." I said, hailing a cab. I slid in and gave directions to the hotel we were staying at.
"I'll be checking with Mr Cowell and the boys but I'd say you have a good chance." She said. "What was his name, your name and where can we reach you?" She asked.
"Bradley Jay, Melissa Baker and we're staying at the Montcalm." I replied, paying the cab driver. She whistled appreciatively and I laughed, flashing my room card at the front desk before heading into the lift.
"Okay, if we manage to get you in, we'll call anywhere from now to five days. If not, call us after a week." She said before ending the call. I unlocked my room and tossed my bag on the couch before jumping as hands fell over my eyes.
"Guess who?" My attacker shouted before dropping her arms to around my neck as she squealed. I laughed and wrapped Janey up in a hug before we both gravitated towards the couch.
"You will never guess what I was just organising." I said. "It might actually help with my career." She nodded, gesturing for me to continue.
"So I might be getting Brad an interview," I said slowly, sniggering as Janey's face twisted in annoyance. "Granted I won't be in the interview but I have arranged it and... he is interviewing a band." She slumped.
"That's it? A band?" She asked exasperated. "God the way you were going on, I would've thought you snagged a gig with 1D. Gawd they're hot!" I bit my lip, glancing casually out the window and she slapped my arm, pulling me around to face her. "You did not." I nodded, beaming.
"I did! Brad might be interviewing One Freaking Direction." I squealed. She gaped and my phone buzzed. "One sec." I stood up, answering it.
"Hello?" I asked, gesturing for Janey to put the kettle on.
"Miss Baker? You rang earlier about a Mr Bradley Jay interviewing One Direction." I froze and Janey pinched my arm.
"Ow! Uh yes, I did." I said, slapping her away.
"My name is Simon Cowell. I understand you are Mr Jay's personal assistant." He asked.
"Yes I am." I replied, showing Janey my crossed fingers.
"We currently have nothing planned on Thursday of this week. Would you mind if Mr Jay did the interview then, at about three-thirty?" He asked. My eyes bugged out.
"I'll check with him just to be certain. Am I able to reach you at this number or another?" I asked, grabbing a piece of paper as Janey shoved a pen into my hand. He gave me the number that went straight to him and ended the call. Almost immediately, I called Brad.
"Hey, how's my favourite assistant?" He asked. I chuckled.
"I'm your only assistant. Listen, you have an interview on Thursday, with One Direction-" I was cut off by his yell and patiently waited for it to die down. "Yes I know it's big but you have to be professional about it. Now it's on Thursday at three-thirty and all you have to do is ask the questions. There will be a few fan questions in there as well, and I'll take care of all the paperwork. Is that alright?" I asked, scribbling down the information. He chuckled.
"I could kiss you through the phone. You're amazing. Yes that's all fine. Tell me how it goes and I'll pick you up on Thursday at ten-thirty for a celebratory lunch. Bring Janey as well." He said before ending the call. I dialled Simon's number and waited for him to pick up, tapping my pencil against the counter, and he answered.
"Mr Cowell? It's Melissa Baker." I said, shooting Janey a nervous look.
"Ah yes. That was rather quick. Very efficient." He said. I blushed at the praise.
"Thank you sir. I checked with Mr Jay and he says it's absolutely fine, Thursday at three-thirty. He also extends his congratulations to yourself and One Direction on their recent charity concert." I said.
"Thank you very much Miss Baker." He said. I laughed.
"If it's not too bold sir, most people I work with just call me Melissa." I said. He laughed.
"Excellent. Now, is Mr Jay willing to come to the boys hotel?" He asked.
"What hotel is it?" I asked, spinning my pencil around before scribbling down the address of the hotel they're staying at. Janey smoothly handed me a directory and I quickly found the hotel.
"That's no problem at all Mr Cowell. Thursday, three-thirty, at Montagu House." I rattled off and he answered affirmatively. "We shall see you there Mr Cowell. Pleasure to talk to you." I said before hanging up. Janey stared, nursing a cup of tea.
"If I was a boy and not your best friend, I would totally be making out with you right now." She said, dead serious. "That was so hot!" I burst out laughing and sat back, yawning.
"Go to bed sweets. It's past nine. I'll clean up." She said, kissing my forehead. I nodded and stumbled to my room, absently changing into a pair of loose purple leggings, yellow socks and a massive grey hoodie, before flicking the light off and tumbling into bed.
Melissa is my OC, not only for this but I figured I could use her for it. I am Australian and so, do not know a lot of places aorund England so I just check on Google Maps. I have no actual idea if that is what a PA does but it seemed right and I'm not changing it.