Matilda

one

"I got the job! I got the fucking job!" I scream into my phone as I sit in front of my MacBook, reading the email from his management over and over again.

"Wait what?! You're kidding, right? I mean not that I don't think you could do it, it's just.. Mills this is huge and he's like the next Freddie Mercury and-" Valeria rambles into the phone on the other side.

"I know Val, but I have it here, right in front of me, in black and white. Come over here, right now, I don't know what to do." And with that being said I hang up the phone and throw it on the couch next to me.

I start pacing through the room, not in the slightest believing what just happened.

You know those moments when you feel like you're dreaming because it seems too good to be true? That's what I'm living through right now. I experienced so much shit in my life, it feels unreal that I really got the job, if I'm not dreaming.

A few minutes later there are three loud knocks on my front door. I knew that Val wouldn't take long to get here, she literally lives two blocks away. That's how we met actually. We were both new in London and knew not a single person. While I studied I started working at a café near my flat to get some extra money for uni and stuff, and so did she. She's been my best and probably only friend for five years now and I couldn't be more happier.

I open the door and I don't even get to see her face, because the first thing she does is literally crash in my arms, almost making both of us fall. She squeezes me so tight I think I'd pass out if she wouldn't stop.

"Jeez Val, let go." I cough under my laughter, but I doubt she really heard it since she's still screaming and laughing. So I physically have to push her away and thankfully she takes a step back to give me some air.

"Millie you have no fucking idea how massive that is! I mean Harry fucking Styles?! You gotta be kidding me. I mean come on you're gonna go on tour with him and you're gonna see the world and so many beautiful places and most importantly you don't even have to work, since Ms. 'Taking pictures is no work for me' got a fucking job as his tour photographer." She squeals and makes an attempt to jump into my arms again but this time I run into the living room and stand behind the couch as she comes in too.

And suddenly it hits me..

"Shit shit shit, oh my fucking god, I'm gonna work for Harry Styles! No, no, no I can't do that. No way. Never ever. Like what am I gonna say, hi I've been a fan since One Direction and I went crazy about you?! Like what the fuck-"

"Shut up!" Val cuts me off, walks toward me, and holds my face in her hands. "Let's sit down and show me the email." She tells me with a reassuring smile, that her cute, long bunny teeth become visible.

And that's what we do. We sit down, I show her the email, and she reads it what feels like a thousand times and comes to the conclusion that it indeed is real and Harry's management offered me a job as his new tour photographer.

Val stays for three more hours, while we're talking about the meeting with Harry's management I have tomorrow and I'm doing her hair into those thick curls since she simply can't hack it.

After we say goodbye and she leaves, I warm up the rest of my pasta from yesterday's dinner and now sit with the plate in front of me on my couch and watch some talk show on tv. But I can't bring myself to really listen to it, because of today's events.

I still can't believe in the slightest what happened today. I mean I just did my master in music photography half a year ago and have barely any practical experience. I live in a poor neighbourhood in London, eating my food from the evening before and almost all my money goes on equipment and my cameras.

And now knowing that I'll meet Harry's management tomorrow feels surreal and weird. They emailed me the address and time to discuss and organise how everything's gonna work, when I'm gonna start, what my obligations are and all that stuff. I'm nervous as fuck but what's the worst that can happen? Probably that I'm making a fool of myself or Harry's there.

So let's just hope nothing goes south.

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First chapter, short but yayyyy