Apartment 28 | H.S

Four

It never occurred to Angelina how boring her job actually was until Niall and Louis were away on some meeting with Rothman, leaving her alone in the office. Except for Zayn and the other various attorneys and assistants (which Angelina had barely ever spoken to).

Her Monday morning consisted of writing PM's, then she had to proofread a few contracts and the trip to the paper shredder would probably be the highlight of her day.

Though she would love to bother her boss he seemed awfully busy today, a constant frown formed on his freshly shaved face and new phone calls every second. His assistant had been running through the office all day too, so obviously now wasn't the time to bother him.

At lunch Angelina met up with Liam at a café in town, it wasn't often they met nowadays, since Liam had a girlfriend, but their friendship hadn't faded a bit. Liam, just like Angelina herself grew up in the city and their fathers had known each other almost their whole life too.

"Tell me more about your neighbor, it's the most gossip you've had in a while," Liam raised his brows in a quick motion, staring at her with a smirk to his face.

Angelina couldn't help but roll her eyes, it was the second time in a week she'd been (almost) accused of being boring, and it didn't sit right with her. She didn't want to be boring.

"He came over with leftovers last night, but I haven't yet seen him smile."

"It sounds like he likes you though."

"Oh no," Angelina let out a laugh as she shook her head, "he really doesn't, I said something stupid the other day and he called me a twat," she mimicked his slow, monotone and rough voice along with his British accent.

Liam grinned widely, "I bet you can win him over."

"I really don't want to win him over Liam, we've got the funeral Friday and then I'm done with him."

That reminded Angelina that she had to tell her boss about her absence on Friday.

Liam clapped his hands together, "I know you Angie," he told her assuring, tilting his head lower to meet her eyelevel, "you hate it when people dislike you, you're not stopping at the funeral, that would give anxiety for the rest of the year."

It wasn't a lie that she hated when people disliked her. It had always bothered to know that some people will just not like her. Even though Angelina unlike Mary didn't like everyone she met, something told that those people should be liking Angelina.

Either way, Angelina surrounded herself with few friends, it helped with the constant worry of being loved, knowing that the few people she hangs out with actually does.

"Mary wanted me to know him."

"I'm sorry to tell you this but I think you want to know him, too."

Angelina shakes her head quickly with a pout, "Nope," she says, popping the 'p'. "It's for Mary."

"Bring him some tea and ask him if he wants to watch some English football with you, then ya'll can binge drink some pints at the bar."

Angelina grinned at the boy naming every single stereotype he could think of in one sentence. He was a great guy Liam, he was caring, kind and usually right about things as well. Not that anybody would admit that to his face.

So – that's exactly what Angelina did. She bought the man fucking tea after work.

She wasn't planning on actually drinking it with him or watch soccer or drink pints later. Just drop of the fancy tea she bought from the little tea shop down the road from her apartment where she bought Mary her birthday-present a few months back.