Fetish // h.s fanfic

1. The meeting

It was absolutely freezing outside and I truly did not want to get out of bed. My alarm rang through my ears as I felt around and slapped at the snooze button. Five more minutes won't hurt. I felt myself drift back to sleep and before I knew it, my phone was buzzing uncontrollably. I reached for it and looked down as u tried to squint at what was making my phone go crazy. *Harper* was written in bold letters across my screen and I answered the call.

"Em, where are you?" She screamed down the phone.

"You are going to get murdered if you don't get here on time" she continued to yell as I tried to open my eyes as the sun beamed through my window.

"Mmm, what time is it" I groaned.

"Emma, it is 9:54am"

"Shit!" I yelped and hung up the phone without even saying goodbye. I rushed out of my bed and rummaged through the clothes that were spread across my floor. I really needed to clean this up before I went away to New York this week. I pulled a pair of black skinny jeans and my leather jacket out and rushed to my drawers as I slipped my legs into my jeans, wiggling and jumping to pull them up. I reached into the top drawer and pulled my white tank top out and threw my jacket over the top and wore my knee high, black boots. I threw my hair into a messy bun before running out of the door and down to my car. I picked up my phone and dialled Daniels number. After about 6 rings, he finally answered.

"Mm..hello" he mumbled.

"Daniel! Oh my god, I am running so late! I literally thought I had five minutes extra..wait...where are you?"

"I'm staying home today, I'm really sick.. You're gonna be on the hot plate with Strath if you don't get your arse there on time"

"Ah, I know! Are we still on for dinner tonight?"

"Uh, yeah sure.. If you don't mind my sick ass cooking you food.."

"I'll bring something over, I have to go.. Talk soon, love you"

"Love you"

And with that, the phone call ended. Daniel has been my bestfriend since we were ten years old and he is also the most gay person I have ever met. I managed to get to class with literally thirty seconds to spare. I ran to my desk where Harper was seated next to me..

"Nice of you to join us Emma!" Professor Strath spoke sternly.

I gave him a smile smile in hopes that he would let this go.

"Normally I would have you write me a song explaining exactly why you were late but today things are going to be a little different. We have a guest lecturer today and I want you all too note everything that is said. You will have a test on this next week so you better listen carefully.. Everybody, welcome Mr. styles from high standards management!" He spoke sternly as he raised his arm in the direction on the door and in walked a tall, absolutely gorgeous man in a completely black suit and a white tie. He looked to be about 30 and a scowl was imprinted on his face. I recognised him straight away.. He used to be in some band that was popular years ago.

"Good morning" he greeted the class.

"So.. In some way, all of you are aspiring to be apart of the industry, right? Well let me tell you some truths.. Not all of you will make it, hell.. You will be lucky if even one makes it. Sometimes people work their arses off and get absolutely no where"

The class gasped at his blunt tone and zero expression.

"I'm here to find out if any of you have a smudge of talent" he spoke with a Disgusted look on his face and I turned to Harper and rolled my eyes.