The Publisher

5. Harry

First impressions of my new job? Confusing. The building was huge, located in central London on one of the busiest streets. It was about 6 stories and I viewed all of them within 20 minutes. The receptionist who showed me around obviously had better things to do than show me around and breezed through everything. She left me out front of Mr. Henry’s office and quickly walked away, her heels clicking against the floor. I didn’t even know her name. I turned and knocked on Mr. Henry’s door and was told to enter. He was sitting at his desk and looked up and smiled when he saw me.

“Welcome Mr. Styles.” he said, standing and shaking my hand. His grip was still as bone breaking tight as before. I smiled and said hello.

“Have you gotten the tour yet?” he asked, sitting back down. I sat in one of the chairs across from him.

“Yes, your receptionist showed me around.”

“Ah, yes. Well I should show you the studios; you’ll be spending most of your time there.” I nodded and he got up. I followed him out the door.

“Did you like the house?” He asked.

“Yeah, it’s perfect.”

“Great.” We got into the elevator and rode in silence. I fiddled with the strap on my messenger bag. My music books suddenly seemed heavy. We arrived and I followed him down a hallway. He opened the door to a huge studio and I walked inside. It was amazing, everything brand new and state of the art.

“This is the studio, most of the instruments are over there.” He flicked a light and I could see the booth was huge with a piano, guitars and other instruments.”

“Wow.” I said.

“I’ll let you get comfortable and then we’ll talk about which artists you’ll be working with.”

“Okay.” He left, the door closing with a soft click behind him. I ran over to the booth and grabbed a guitar, strumming it. I felt like a kid in a candy store. It couldn’t get much better than this.

I drove home at 5 and entered the house with a smile on my face.

“Honey, I’m home!” I shouted.

“How long have you been waiting to use that one?” I heard Emma shout from upstairs. I went up the stairs and found her in Allison’s room, lying on the floor with her. Allison was on her mat and had some of her toys around her. Right now she was playing with some plastic keys. I got on the floor and lay next to Emma. I kissed her on the cheek.

“How was your day?” she asked.

“Fine, how was yours?”

“Great.” I started gushing about my job, the people, what I did. Emma nodded and smiled and Allison shook her keys at me and smiled her toothless smile.

“How was your day Ally?” I asked her. She shook her keys at me and smiled again. I looked closer.

“Is that a tooth?” I asked, looking at her gums.

“Yep. I found out she was teething this morning.” Emma sounded less than thrilled.

“Really? How did you find out?”

“She cried most of the morning. This is the first time she’s been calm.”

“It must be because I’m here.” I teased.

“I’m glad your new job hasn’t gone to your head.”

A/N: I just realized I didn't post this chapter sorry!