A/N: Hello there! Some of you might notice I am reposting this: I didn't like the way I was organising the story, so I will start over again. I started writing this some months ago, and it's a story I made for one of my best friends, Sonia. This is actually a sequel to a story me and my sister had written called 'Life is About Moments', where Sonia and Harry meet in the same boarding school and everything, but I thought you wouldn't find that one interesting, as it was about Harry's life before McFly. I might put a few extras of that story in this here in later chapters. Well enjoy, and please review!
24th May, 2006
She pushed the glass door in front of her and got in the gray building. Moving towards the front desks, she spotted one of the receptionists.
'Good morning. Could you please tell me what room is Mathew Fletcher's office?'
'Room number 363.' The lady told her, visibly annoyed by being interrupted from her paperwork. Despite of her slightly rude tone, after two years away, a British accent was pretty much music for her ears.
'Thank you.' She replied politely, walking away to the other end of the lobby.
While waiting for the elevator, she nervously ran her hands through her hair, almost missing the sensation of her curls getting stuck in her fingers. After all, it was the first day of her job, and she had thought messy curls weren't exactly professional. So she had straightened her hair, and seeing as it went past her waist, she thought it was time to cut it by her shoulders.
He wouldn't like it, and she knew it. But she had preferred his probable dislike than losing a job opportunity. A job opportunity where she could spend all the time with him. Only after a trip to the hair salon, Mathew Fletcher had called her, telling her to dress casual, as her job wasn't exactly glamorous.
The elevator finally came, and she gladly stepped in, as it was empty. Looking at herself in the mirror, she fixed her clothes. She was wearing black skinny jeans, high heeled snickers and a pink blouse.
The elevator stopped on the third floor, and she got out, trying to find the room 363. Just around the following corner, there it was. The door was closed, so she took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened, revealing her new boss, Mathew Fletcher.
'Good morning, Miss White.' He smiled, welcoming. 'Before we come in so you can meet the band, I want to clarify that we work like a big family and we get along very well, so I suggest we drop the formalities and called each other by the first name.' He paused.
'Alright then.' She agreed, smiling at how nice the manager actually was.
'Now, Sonia, isn't it?' She nodded. 'Follow me.'
The room was big, and had a small corridor turning to the left, where was the actual room.
'Boys, this is Sonia, and she is the production assistant.' He turned to her. 'Sonia, three of the McFly boys.' He gestured a hand towards them. There were three boys sat in front of the table. The one in the middle stood up to present himself.
'Hi, I'm Danny and I play the guitar and sing.' He had a Northern accent, she noticed, and he was quite hot, with dark straight hair, blue eyes, and freckles all over his face.
Following Danny, the boy at his right got up, just as Danny sat down. He was blonde and had brown eyes and a single dimple on his left cheek that only appeared when he smiled.
'My name is Tom, and I'm the guitarist and co-lead vocalist of McFly.'
'And I'm Dougie; I play the bass and do the backing vocals.' The third boy seemed quite shy, Sonia judged by the way he kept his eyes on the ground. But he surely was cute, with his blonde fringe almost covering his blue eyes.
She heard the door being opened, and behind her stood Jason Perry, one of the producers, and she knew him well, having worked with him and his band for the previous year. He was, in fact, one of the reasons why she was going to work with McFly. After his band, A, made a hiatus, she had come with him to produce McFly's music from Australia, where she had studied music for a few years. She had loved working with Jason, not only because of all the useful things about music production he had taught her, but also because he was an extremely nice and relaxed guy, and they had become close friends.
'Sorry I was late; I got stuck in the traffic.' He excused himself in his Australian accent. Jason was born and grew up in London, but after three years in Sydney, he got the Australian accent, which had also happened to Sonia.
'No problem, Jason.' Mathew Fletcher said.
'Where's Harry?' Jason asked. When she heard his name, her heart skipped a beat. She had wondered some minutes before where he was. Honestly, she thought to herself, after almost four years, she had no idea of what he was going to look like.
As if a cue, the door opened again. There stood a tall guy, wearing three quarter shorts and a navy t-shirt. He was so tall she almost had to look up to see his face properly, and when she did, she was greeted by the blue eyes of Harry Judd.
And she was finally home.
