It had been 5:30pm, I was the most confused person, at the moment, you can say.
Why would he tell me he's taking me to dinner?
Why did he say I had a nice bum?
Why did he touch me and call me "love"?
All of those questions were itching away at me. I needed answers.
I thought that I should probably begin to get ready... I decided to put on a black, tight fitted dress, with long sleeves that were lace. It wasn't very revealing at all, actually. Went to about mid-thigh.
I then walked in front of the mirror, staring at my black dyed hair, I was thinking of how to tame it. I decided I should curl it.
After I had finished curling it, I applied a small amount of hairspray and I checked my phone, it was now 6:15. I have to hurry..
I would have watched Mean Girls with Alyssa, if she showed up. She was probably with that Niall guy.
I hummed and pulled out my makeup bag, applying a generous amount of mascara onto my eyelashes, and the perfect amount of eyeliner, not too dark, but not too light. How I liked it. I then grabbed my lip gloss, my lips were already a dark shade of pink, which I love. Because, I hate to wear lipstick.
I heard a sharp 3 knocks on my door, my head snapping up as I let out a breath and walked toward it.
I opened it to reveal Harry Styles, my new employer, in a leopard printed t-shirt with a black blazer over top, and a Calvin Klein dress coat, as the nights in the UK were very brisk. He had charcoal black jeans on and a pair of very shiny boots on.
I wondered if he had a butler that would polish them...
He snapped me out of my thoughts when he let out a chuckle, a smirk appearing on his face, as he said,
"You know, if you'd take a photo, it'd last a lot longer.."
I let a dark red tint appear on my cheeks as I looked back up at him and shook my head. I decided to joke back,
"I don't think so. I if I wanted a photo, I would have Googled your name."
"Hm, I was right. A snotty bitch does work for me now!"
With that he let himself in with a hum, looking around.
"Very updated, Miss Carter. I expected you to be old fashioned, like a diner type woman."
I only shook my head with a grin, walking away to retrieve my clutch and my glasses, that Harry had yet to see. I could feel him staring at my ass as I'd stood in front of the mirror and slid on my glasses, fixing my hair.
