A/N: Hello! This is my first story on here and I really hope it is successful. I decided on writing a straight fic, as there is a lot of slash and not too much of the straight stuff. I hope you enjoy and reviews will always be greatly appreciated. Thank yous!

Also, to write this chapter I neglected revising for two of my exams and instead did a very extensive research on Radio 1 so all of the scenery that's been explained is actually how the real studios look like. xx

Chapter 1

The beginning

I took a deep breath. This was it. I was going to be an intern at Radio 1! All of my university years I've wanted it to happen so badly and the perfect opportunity had come at the perfect time!

My university lecturer Mr Dagley had loved my coursework for my first term so much, that he had recommended me very persistently at the BBC Radio 1. And as soon as they started looking for interns, they gave me a call, telling me I had been recommended by a person they trusted, and offered me internship. I said yes immediately, almost choking on the food I was muching away at, at the time. After I talked to the nice lady on the phone, and we had arranged everything, from names and telephone numbers, to working hours and duties I closed down the phone. After a few long seconds of complete silence, I bursted out all of the emotions I was hiding while on the phone. I think I screamed so loud, my landlord got scared and she came down knocking fiercly on my door, asking if everything was okay. After I explained she attempted to look thrilled, which I gladly appreciated.

So now, 3 days later, it was my first day working as an intern at Radio 1. I exhaled a very shaky breath, trying to command my legs to not give up on me right now. I walked slowly and through the thin rotating glass doors of the main building and into the Radio 1 studios. Before me stood another set of glass doors all leading in different directions. To my right, there was a long, elegant, grey desk and a friendly looking woman sat on the other side of it. The wall behind her was bright orangy-red and there was a big carton poster of Greg James, Scott Mills and Nick Grimshaw standing proudly behind her. On my left there was more posters. One of Emeli Sande and one of One Direction. Looking even more to my left, there was a long corridor, painted in dirty white and a lot of grey doors leading to what I made out to be staff rooms. I turned back to the woman sitting behind the desk. She was wearing a white shirt and glasses. Her shiny black hair was tied back into a steady bun. Her dark skin and red lips were perfection. Her make up was precisely done, not one flaw in her beautiful face. She looked classy and elegant, typing away on her keyboard.

Suddenly I realised I was being my usual fail, just standing there and staring at the inside of the room. I walked slowly towards the woman in front of me, my brain cursing away at myself. When I approached, the woman lifted her head up towards me and gave me a polite smile.

"How can I help you?"

"Uhm, I'm here for my appointment with Tim Davies concerning my internship." I said a bit hesitantly, trying to summon all of my courage. I smiled at her, because I was taught smiling is a sign you are calm, and I didn't want to look like I was freaking out. Even though I was, internally. She smiled back and said "Yes! Just a moment please.."

I waited and coming out of one of the glass doors came Huw Stephens. I gawked internally, although I'm quite sure my eyes would have popped out of their orbs any second. He just walked past the bureau, waving a "Hi." to the black haired woman and going into one of the other rooms. I had to mentally prepare myself for this!

"Excuse me?" I heard the woman say and snapped my head back into her direction. I was quite sure I was blushing at this point.

"I'm sorry.." I choked out, still in shock I had just seen Huw. She smiled warmly back at me.

"Don't you worry. Every intern in here reacts this way at first. Everyone's used to it. Now, would you follow me this way?" she asked and I nodded, tailing along behind her.

She walked up the stairs, as Radio 1 and 1 Extra were positioned on the second floor of the building. She led me down a hallway, past the comfy colourful sofas and in front of a wooden door. Stood proudly on it, there was a big white piece of paper in a shiny, metal frame.

Tim Davies

Head Director BBC Radio 1/1Xtra

2008-2013

was written in big, bold, black letters. I started to feel shaky, but I tried to shrug it off, I wouldn't want the director to think I'm weird in any scenario.

The woman knocked on the door and opened it agap, poking her head in his office. She spoke something that sounded incoherent and muffled to me. I heard a deep manly voice say something back, and she opened the door completely. She smiled and welcomed me inside.

"Thanks." I said as I walked past the door and into the man's office. The room was very well lit and ordered. The walls were the same dirty white colour and the lamp was shining brightly. A big, heavy, dark, wooden desk stood in the middle of the wall opposite me. Two shiny silver chairs stood in front of it. A computer screen, loads of very well ordered paperwork and a few framed pictures were placed on top of his desk. A painting was stood on one of the walls. It was all very overwhelming and business-like; a tad frightening too.

The man stood on the big, black, leather chair sat behind the desk looked at me and smiled invitingly. He looked like he was just about to enter his forties. He had dark brown, short hair, a round face and grey eyes. He was a bit chubby for his chair, but it all looked charming. He looked exactly at his place, like he belonged to that job he had. An air of subtle seriousness was surrounding him, making the atmosphere very business-like.

"Come sit. And your name was?" he said in a deep tone.

I walked forward and sat on one of the silver chairs on front of him.

"Eden. Eden Avalynn Harlow." I said back to him, my nerves streaming through my voice.

"Are you nervous about this?" he asked looking back up at me, after writing my name down on a form.

"Yes, a little. It's very exciting to be here." I said and smiled gently back.

He seemed to approve. "A little bit of nerves is good. Keeps you on edge."

I nodded in agreement. "Yes." I said, not sure how to continue the conversation.

"So, I hear your professor was very pleased with your coursework?" he asked, after writing down another two lines.

"Yes, thankfully. I worked very hard on it and it seemed to have paid back very generously." I said chuckling.

The man smiled widely and nodded. "So you have discussed everything about this internship on the phone with miss Emerson right?"

"Yes." I agreed.

"You are aware of all of the rules, rights, duties and work details?"

"Yes, very aware." I tried to sound very serious. The BBC was very strict with work rules and guidelines to follow. They were also very strict with who they hire. And I didn't want to just screw it all up because of laziness, so I had spent a good two nights reading through everything concerning my internship.

"Good. So you should be. But don't think we're all very strict and business people. As you probably often hear on the radio itself, a lot of fun happens here as well. As long as you don't break any of the rules."

I nodded along. "I'm aware of that too, that's why I'm so thrilled to be hired here!"

He smiled back at me. I was very pleased, because he looked content with all my answers.

"So are you ready to start?" he asked and I nodded eagerly.

He took his expensive looking pen and signed the form at the bottom right hand corner. He proudly handed me the piece of paper. "Congratulations! Now here is also a list with the things you could start with. You will be helping out in studio 3. They are preparing it for the first show of Dan and Phil tonight. You can go there and be of help. And a little piece of advice, because I happen to like you Eden: be persistent in the right ways. Don't hold back and talk to everyone. That's the only way to success in this business." he offered yet another smile.

I breathed in and my eyes glowed with happiness. I took the other paper from him and stood up off the chair.

"Thank you sir." I said.

"You can call me Tim." he smiled and I smiled back.

"Thank you Tim!" I said and offered a last smile, before turning around and walking out the door.

I didn't know how I was holding back, but I was doing a pretty horrendous job holding all of my emotions back. I looked around and headed for studio 3.

When I finally found it, I knocked on the big blue door, while peeking through the small piece of glass on it. A short dark haired woman opened it and smiled at me.

"How can I help you? she asked.

I smiled at her and answered gladly and enthusiastically.

"I'm an intern, I'm new here and they told me to come here and help. I understand there's a new show that is going to air tonight. I wanted to ask how can I be of help."

The woman grinned at me, suspiciously eyeing me up and down. "Yes, ofcourse, any help is of use. Come inside and meet the crew!" she said in a slightly girly voice and walked in, going back to what she was doing.

I nodded and stepped inside, being met by a ton of different machines and hell lot of buttons, as well as multiple screens. I was used to all the machinery, we had had numerous lessons and practises at university, but seing it all in real life and in action was very exciting. The trademark TV was staring back at me from the other side of the room. There were 6 other people in the room, excluding myself, and that was enough to call it crowded, because the studio wasn't exactly spacious. I walked up to the man closest to me and tapped him on the shoulder. Persistance I repeated to myself.

I didn't even know how I got into jounalism, and broadcast journalism at that. I was always introverted and not into talking to people, but I guess that's what got me into it. I always admired people who it came easily to, so I picked a profession which needed a lot of socialising and talking to people. And I learned pretty fast, it wasn't all that hard after all. I think it was just my teenager self that was shy. The new 22 year old me was all brave, confident and talkative.

The man turned to face me and was a bit startled at first. "How may I help you?"

I offered him a confident smile. "Hi! My name is Eden and I am one of the new interns in here. I was told I could be of help in here, as a new radio show is to be aired tonight, and I know how much work and stress that could be."

He smiled back at me. "Oh yes, we were told an intern was coming. Come here, let me run you through everything. Just a second.

Andrew!" he yelled to one of the other men in the room. He came almost in an instant.

"Yes, what is it?" the short, slim man asked.

"Could you continue my work here for a second, I have the intern with me and I have to give her a quick run down on things."

The man smiled and nodded, then the taller guy turned to me. "Okay, now my name is David. I am Phil's manager. This here" he said, pointing to the man he just spoke to "is Andrew. He, along with that other guy over there, whose name is Jason, are just helping out for today. They won't be working with us regularly."

Us. The word echoed in my mind. He was already putting me in the "us" of this team.

"And that woman over there" he said pointing to the woman who had first greeted me "is Alex. She is Dan's manager. Oh and of course, those two boys over there" he said pointing to two, tall, very young and baby faced boys, who were reading something off a piece of paper and looked like they were freaking out more than anyone in this room was.

"The shorter and dark haired one is Phil and the taller one is Dan. They are the new presenters in here, I'm pretty sure they have to be more nervous than you are." he smiled at me.

I nodded, remembering everything he had said.

"I think you can go and help them out with their scenario as a starter, because everything is a bit of a big chaos right now and we don't have time to explain and show you everything. I'm sure they'll appreciate your help. Come on, I'll introduce you."

He walked through to the other side of the room in the right corner to where the two boys were stood.

"Lads!" they both looked up from the script they were reading and looked down to David and then looked at me.

"This is Eden. She is one of the interns who started working here and she has been asigned to work with us. I thought you'd need a helping hand at remembering the script and calming down a little bit. She will be your helper." he smiled at them and turned around and went back to one of the screens in the back.

I smiled up to the two boys and they stared back at me. I felt a little odd. Was there something on my face or...

A/N: DUN DUN DUN! :D I thought a cliffhanger for the first part would be.. efficient. Tell me what you think xoxox