Just A Personal Assistant

three - a childhood story

Track:

Nice To Meet You

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"Harry!! Are you awake?" Zayn said on the phone, "Zayn it's 2 in the morning, and no, I am not awake." Harry ended the call and placed his phone on his bedside table, after a few seconds it was ringing again. "What do you want, Zayn?! Unlike you, some people need their sle-"

"Harry!! I found you a perfect job but there is a bummer"

Harry was now wide-awake by the words of Zayn.

"Yeah, I'm listening" he replied eagerly to know about the job his friends were talking about. He stumbled out of his bed, stubbing his toe in the process, but he couldn't care less. One he reached his desk, he grabbed a sticky note and a pen,

"So my cousin Diego told me about this at first, I thought why not give it a try you know earning a money for myself but then Gemma came across my mind".

"Why did Gemma come across your mind?".

"Oooh it must be the alcohol and the girls in here".

"Bro, what the- just tell me about the job?" the younger boy said as he sighed, letting what just happened go.

"So I was invited to this very nice party by my cousin, there were hot girls that are about your age, and there were also a lot of athletes that I talk-".

"Zayn, just get to the point," Harry said, cutting his friend's story off.

"Yeah right, so my cousin told me at the party that his best friend's cousin knows this very hot chick named Angela, and ooh I met her in the party and she was oozin' hot"

"Zayn!"

"Oh yeah right the job, so my cousin told me at the party that his best friend's cousin knows a girl who is the girlfriend of a famous celebrity who is needing a Personal Assistant"

"Who is the famous singer?" Harry asked while going to his computer to search about that singer

"Louis Tomlinson", he heard Zayn said and then a crash before a laughing feat. He brought his phone down and opened his laptop.

"Lo-uis Tom-lin" he said while typing, "What the hell?!" is the only words he said when he realized who he was typing, the singer her sister is so obsessed with.

"Yeahhh that's the bummer" Zayn's smile faded away, "And oooh uhmm the job interviews on Sunday"

"I'll open it up to mom tomorrow morning"

"Okay!!! I'm hyped bro!!!"

"Yeah yeah right thanks, I'll see you tomorrow"

Harry wasn't able to sleep after the phone call. The thought of being with Louis was exciting to him, he really hoped he would get the job. Suddenly the thought of leaving his sister while she was in the midst of being in the state of cancer was bothering him, he couldn't stand another day knowing his sister was battling an invisible enemy. He immediately grabbed his notebook and wrote a song about it.

Harry is very talented, that is at least what he has been told, he could play the guitar, piano, and he could also sing since he was a part of his old school's choir. He could also draw very well, he has been drawing Louis for days trying to perfect every single feature of Louis. The songs he wrote could hit the top 100 billboard if only he had the confidence and utility to publish them.

His thoughts were bothered when his alarm clock rang. He didn't realize that he was so deep in his thoughts for almost 4 hours. He got up, did his natural morning routine and went downstairs. The smell of pancakes was what he first noticed when he went downstairs.