Chapter #4

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So this is what ever. I wrote this while waiting f for my cousin to get her eyebrows done at brow obsession. If you live in Miami, then you would know that it's on Biscayne Blvd. And this guy is the receptionist keeps looking at me
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"Hey, thanks Marsha", he whispers into my ear, sending chills down my body, as we walk out my cousin's room.

"And Marsha", turning around,he added, "you call me Mr.Cowell or Dean here." My face turns red and I put my head and walk out the the office behind Harry.

I yelp as I bump into another figure twice today, but this time I was catched by the green-eyed hottie.

"You really need to stop bumping into me, Maya", he says laughing. My head is still down until, his warm index finger grabs my chin and smiles at me. When are gaze met it seemed like forever until we heard a loud cough that interrupted us, knowing his it was I turn and glare at him.

"Really David, wow"

"Just try anything on her Mr.Styles and you won't get in trouble"

"Sorry Mr.Cowell", Harry says as he rubs the back if his neck and my uncle walks back into the office. "Gosh he is really protective"

"Yup that's my cousin for you. His always been like that"

"Yeah, remind me to back off, he looks like he would bite my head off", and we both start laughing.

"I mean it", David yelled from his office and Harry put his hand on my lower back gesturing me to come along with him.

"Okay so as you know that's the main office and here are the lockers. Then there's the floors and the ceilings." And he continued, "oh And most importantly we are always surround by air, of course cameras too, but their is just so much air.

I roll my eyes at the sweet and funny guy, that I'm crushing on, I know so soon right. And I start laughing, soon he does too.

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