“Oh God, oh God,” she whispered, rushing through the parking lot, tray of coffee in her hands, she flashes her ID at the security guard and runs into the building.
Y/N was never late, never. She was always fifteen minutes early to everything, but today the world seemed to hate her. Her alarm never went off, her roommate didn’t bother to help her, she was late to class so the professor pulled her aside which caused her to leave later, which meant she ended up in traffic and now she was late to her internship.
Just as she turns the corner another body slams into hers, making the coffee on her tray spill all over the other person. She closes her eyes praying it;s another intern.
“What the fuck,” a deeper voice hissed, causing her to look up at Harry Styles.