*Bonnies POV*
I wake up to the muffle sounds of Aunt Jenna's voice from outside my door. What? How- I grab my phone laying next to me. 8:30am it reads. OH MY GOD! IM LATE. I practically leap out of my bed and run towards the bathroom my heart jumping in my throat. I brush my teeth and glance towards the shower. No. I have no time. Frantically I pull the clothes for the interview I hanged out of the hangers and throw them on. I check myself in my full sized mirror and frown when I look down at my creased blouse.
I ignore my paranoid thoughts to iron it and grab my phone its 8:40 I've got 20 minutes. My hands begin to shake while I apply my mascara and I smudge it on my nose bridge. Frustrated I lick my finger and swipe over it. But it only makes it worse. Great I sigh. I pull a makeup wipe from the packet which I don't bother sealing again. I swipe it and throw the mascara on the table giving up on makeup.
I try to tackle my hair, but i give-up and throw it into a messy topknot. I flee my room struggling to put on my heels at the same time.
"What are you still doing here Bon? I thought you already left"Aunt Jenna says from the kitchen.
"Over slept." I say which comes out as a gasp.
Before she can say anything I slam the door and flood down the spiral steps.
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Its 8:57 when I walk through the glass evolving doors. I gasp when I take the image in front of me. The walls are lined with photographs from old magazine covers which I've seen before. The marble floors are gleaming under the florescent lights making it look like I'm floating in clouds. I snap out of my trance and rush to the receptionist who seems busy. She pays no attention to me while I stand in front of her while she scribbles something down in a leather notebook.
"Hello, excuse me?" I say and she lifts a finger at me.
"Okay I will leave a message for Mrs Lust" Kelly says as I read the name from her name tag.
"Yes?" She says eyeing me up and down with a scowl, which makes my cheeks flush in embarrassment.
"I have an appointment with Mrs Lust" I mumble my confidence gone.
"Down the hall to your left" She says.
"Thank you" I say before the phone rings again.
I walk down the hall the sound of my heels clicking on the polish floors, a few people pass by me not bothering to give me a second glance. My stomach begins to twist itself when I push the glass doors.
I'm met with eyes as I look at the group of people sitting on the white sofa against a glass wall. I hear a few giggles and divert my eyes to the girl sitting in the middle between two boys. Her big bouncy hair frames her oval face and her cheek bones are dangerously piercing.
She sneers at me "Are you lost?" She laughs and the other two join her.
I feel my stomach flip and anger boil in me.
"This is still a fashion company right?" A deep voice says next to her.
My cheeks heats up and my throat closes. For some reason I cant say anything. They all burst into laughter and I stood paralysed in my own humiliation. A woman enters the room dressed in a full on suit which looks expensive and the room goes silent.
"The interviews would be delayed for 10 minutes. Mrs Lusts is running late" She announced before leaving.
Thats my que. I turn and quickly walk to the toilets I saw when I walked in here. The smell of lavender floods my nose when I walk inside. I stare at my reflection. My topknot is lopsided. My nose is red from the cold. And there is black circles under my eyes.
"Ergh" I grunt to myself.
Today is not a good day. I take down my bun, waves of hair cascading down my shoulders. I brush through it with my fingers and to my surprise it looks good. A smile creeps up my face while I rummage through my bag for makeup and find a concealer stick and a berry pink lipstick. I cover my face with the thin liquid, blending it with my fingers. Once its done, I apply the lipstick over my chapped lips and dot a few on my cheeks for blusher. I look at myself again in the stainless mirror.
Waves of brown hair falls over my shoulders, my skin clear and rosy. Well, that was an improvement. I smooth my blazer and walk out, dreading coming back to that room.I leave my small haven and walk towards the others when I feel myself crashing against something. I gasp when I realise that it was a body, I look up and see striking green eyes stare down at me.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry" I mumble.
Thats when I take in his appearance. Messy brown curls falls from his head, his lips perfectly arched and his cheeks flushed. He stands mute, his eyes widening and something like a gasp escapes him. Theres a tense silence between us and my cheeks flush.
"Oh Er no it was my fault, I'm sorry" His husky voice says before exiting the room quickly.
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A/N : Hope you enjoyed this chapter😁Harry has been introduced YAYY!
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Hikikomori (ひきこもり)
FanfictionHikikomori (N.) an adolescent or a young adult who has withdrawn from social life, often obsessed with television, internet and video games, and rarely ever leaves one's room.
