One Journey, the Final

Chapter 2:

I quickly shoved the manila folder entitled, "Rosewood Parcs Project" full of blue prints and sketches into the filing cabinet, slamming the drawer with gusto. Everyone in a close vicinity jumped at the unexpected loud noise, but I hardly had time to notice. They must've sensed my excitement as I clicked my heels out of the building and down to a taxi. I was going to be late. I was going to miss it. 

"24th Street in the Grande Housing Development. Fast," I nonchalantly replied to the taxi driver. Within a few seconds we were speeding away, while I checked my messages. I had received a phone call from the mysterious yet ruggedly handsome Harry Styles a few days ago, asking me on a date tonight. The date was set to happen in half an hour. I still needed to get ready, and time was quickly slipping away. My leg started to shake in anticipation, and my face was stretching into a smile. I was nervous. Breaking up with Will had been easier than I had planned, at least, the aftermath was better. A simple article in the back where no one bothers to look was where it horribly described what 'happened.' I glanced at the article when it was released, just checking they hadn't said anything that made me look worse than when Chris Brown hit Rihanna. I only called off the engagement. I placed the darn ring in his hand for goodness sake! It's not like I created a scandal by throwing the ring at his head and cheated on him; though he might've deserved the first scene. It could have brought him to his senses.

While all these rushing thoughts were swimming through my head, the chauffeur was quickly speeding over the limit to take me to my house. I was slightly pleased that he was willing to break the speed limits for me. I would give him a tip or something, and in no time we were in front of my large apartment. I slapped some money into his hand and clambered out of the taxi, racing to my door. Time was against me, but I would fight back. I quickly threw on a dark grey V-neck shirt, black leggings, dark brown combat boots, and a black leather jacket. I was expecting that it would be a casual date, it was only our first one. I didn't think we'd do anything more than a burger joint and a movie. Anything fancier than that, and I would have to change, which I currently did not have time to do. I quickly touched up my makeup a little bit, dabbing on some powder. To complete the look I swiftly put my hair in a top sock bun. It's a little bit harder to do with my hair, since it's about as curly as Taylor Swift's, but I recently got the hang of it. A few sprays of perfume later, layering accessories, and taking a second to go pee, and I'm all ready to go with three minutes to spare. And then I realized that I was still smiling. Still. I slapped my cheeks, massaged them, and took a sip of water. Nothing. This wasn't good. How are you supposed to have a casual conversation with someone who looks like a sick messed up Cheshire cat crossed with a clown? But then I didn't have any more time to think of a solution because the doorbell rang. I leaped down the stairs and slid on the tile towards the door, my signature move. I touched the cold doorknob, sending shocks though my arm, and swung the door open. Standing in front of me was the curly haired Harry Styles, holding a small bouquet in his hands.

"Oh, hello Annabel," he said, his accent beaming. "These are for you. I hope you like flowers," he handed me the arrangement of baby's breath, daisies, and other flowers I didn't know the names of.

"Thank you. They're beautiful!" I said, taking in the sweet scent. "Would you like something to drink? I better put these in water." I rushed to the kitchen to grab a vase. He followed me.

"You have a lovely home."

"Oh why thank you! I actually designed a few of the apartment rooms in this complex, including this model. It was my favorite one," I said, rummaging through cabinets, clanging doors and bowls.

"Well you did a fantastic job. I especially love the interior design and detail you put in it." I smiled, my head buried between a shelf and the one vase I wanted. He was totally flirting with me.