Redamancy | Harry Styles Fanfiction (ongoing)

Chapter Fifteen.

"Baby, I'm yours (baby, I'm yours)
And I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky"

Aurora Brown

It's been about 7 days 3 hours 28 minutes and 12 seconds since I got the job.

I know the exact duration it's been, that's how fucking scared I am.

I'm shitting bricks.

I start my new job today.

It's all going to be different.

New responsibilities, new opportunities, new people, everything's going to be new and I think right now I'm going to puke.

My social anxiety is thriving right now, highest it's ever been. I don't want to say the wrong thing or do something stupid because as cliché as it sounds-- first impression is the last impression.

Ash left about 4 days ago, we went shopping for formal clothes because she genuinely believes I'll end up stalling everything upto the very last minute and then I'd turn up in jeans and a jumper on my very first day at work.

I'm a procrastinator alright but not that bad, c'mon.

Harry has been nothing short of supportive, he stayed up until late with me last night, picking out my outfit for the first day of work- it felt like I was preparing for the first day of middle school.

It's a different thing that Harry was more determined to get me out of the clothes I was trying on instead of helping me reach a decision- I didn't give into it but I appreciated the distraction. It really helped ease my nerves.

I leave for work in about 45 minutes, I've showered, I've eaten breakfast I just need to get dressed before I overthink my ass off and decide to not leave at all.

Harry's very.. floaty today, he's very laid back.

Right now him, his giraffee-ass legs and elbows are resting on the mattress while he stares at my panic walking.

"I don't know what you're worried about, honestly" he casually makes a statement.

I shoot him a glance, more like a death stare. How on earth would he know what being a nervous wreck feels like. He quite literally performs in front of a billion people for a living.

"Harry- it's easy for you to say, I get so anxious and I know that I'm going to say something dumb or make a mistake on my very first day and people are going to hate me for it" I exhale deeply, "or worse, I might just embarass the living shit out of myself"

"okay, so what?" he throws around words recklessly.

"so what? did you really just ask me that?"

"yes, so what if you embarass yourself?"

"I-i'm going to make a bad impression-" I try to make an argument.

"baby, have you not watched me fall on stage? like a thousand times?" he comments reminding me of the countless number of times he's embarrassed himself.

I shrug in response, not able to connect the dots to what he's trying to say.

"don't ever be afraid to do something just because there's a possibility that you might embarass yourself. Okay, agreed you go there and you mess up your very first day at work. Then what?"

"then what?" I question his question.

"then.. you say fuck it, and you move on" he smiles at me endearingly.