Don't be Afraid to Fall in Love

Claire's P.O.V

 I groaned as my phone woke me up;

 "It seems to me

 Like I'm just scared

 Of feeling it again

 I know it's crazy

To believe it's anything

 But it's not that easy..."

 "Hello?"

 "Hi, is this Claire Doyle?"

 "Yeah."

 "This is Amelia Watson."

 "Nice to meet you over the phone.  How did you get my number?"

 "The how isn't important, but the why is."

 "Okay, why did you get my number?"

 "I need you to come down to my office."

 "You called me at," I checked my clock, "Two in the morning for that!?"

 "I'm sorry, but nobody can know bout the job I'm about to offer you."

 "A job? Is it illegal?"

 "No, no! It's just secret. Come to my office at NOW magazines. You have fifteen minutes or I'll take it that you're not interested."

 "Okay, bye."

 I jump out of bed and pull on the first thing that's in my drawer; a pair of navy skinny jeans. The light is off so I flick it on and grab a top and hoodie. I pull them on and put a small bit of mascara on. I run down to the four flights of stairs and push the door to the apartment block open.

 As I'm walking, I pull my red hair back into a high ponytail. I pull my sweep fringe out and run my fingers through it. I ran my hands over my hair, feeling for bumps. I pull the grey top down lower, so it can be seen below the purple hoodie.