Putting on a Show (L.S)

Chapter 2

I'm a nervous wreck at the moment, sure I'm near vomiting in the elevator that I have been waiting in for a moment, anxiously moving closer to the seventh floor.

The elevator dings, the door sliding open. I take a shaky breath before stepping out of it and being brought into another lobby-like room, except that there's quite a few people in here.

I'm completely unsure as to where Room 28 is, where I'm supposed to be at in the next five or so minutes.
I notice a woman standing off by a desk, scribbling something on a notepad.

I walk over to her quickly, clearing my throat. She looks up at me, a dirty expression now present on her face.

"Can I help you?" She sneers, raising her eyebrows.

"Uhm, yeah. Do you know where Room 28 is? It's urgent."

"Sorry, sir, but what do you need to do with that room? It's private."

I sigh, "I've got a really important meeting with someone named Simon, love. And if I miss it it's detrimental for me."

Her eyes widen a bit. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll take you there, follow me."

I grow confused, but follow her nonetheless as she begins walking, turning the corner so that we face a long hallway.
I continue after her as she begins walking down it, and we don't stop until making it to the end of the hallway. And sure enough, on the right side, in fancy lettering, there sits a cover on the door labeled "Room 28 - Private Office".

She brings her hand up to it and knocks, three taps before a muffled "Come in" is heard.
She nods at me before walking back down the hallway, and I purse my lips before walking into the room.

There's a long table in the middle, a screen- likely for presentations- and a man sitting at the head chair of the table. Large windows make up the wall across from me, letting the sunlight shine through quite brightly.

"Hi, what can I do for you?" He asks, and I take note that he sounds quite familiar.

"I, uhm, I'm Louis Tomlinson. I'm supposed to be meeting someone named Simon for an interview," I say quickly, and his expression immediately changes to a smile.

"Well you're in the right place," he remarks, standing from his chair, holding out his hand.

I walk up to him, holding up my hand and shaking his. "Pleasure to finally meet with you, sir."

"Oh don't be so formal, it's Simon, like I've said. Anyways, take a seat. We've got quite a few things to discuss."

I nod, retracting my hand and pulling out the chair next to me. Simon retakes his seat, which makes me sit on his left, and he's sitting on my right.

"Okay, Louis. So, first things first. What is your age? That's a high factor in determining who you'll be working with, I suppose."

"I'm 27, sir- Simon."

He nods, grabbing his pen from the table and opening the folder, exposing a few blank pages, and on the other side what seems to be a packet of documents.
He scribbles something down, my age I assume.

"Alright, Louis. So, this may seem straightforward or such, and technically you don't have to answer, but it will certainly benefit how comfortable you are, determining from your success here in the interview."

"That's alright, I don't mind answering the questions."

"Great then. May I ask your sexuality?"

"Oh yes, uhm, I'm pansexual."

He nods, again writing something down on the form. "Okay, so, can you tell me a bit about yourself? Like, hobbies, favorite foods and such."

I shift on the chair, moving my feet so that one of my Vans rests on top of the other. I have one hand in my lap, but the other is on the table. I begin tapping my fingers against it, and I let out a chuckle. "Well, uhm, my sarcastic personality is quite the charmer. I'm a big fan of music, most of it anyways. I'm quite messy though, which might be a bad thing, but I'm also nice when necessary. As for favorite foods, I'd say tacos, but I cannot cook to save my life."

It causes Simon to laugh a bit, "Well I think you'll make the perfect boyfriend for one of our stars. I'll call him in, if that's alright."

I nod, and he pulls his phone from his suit pocket, dialing a number and holding it to his ear.

"Yes, yes he's great for him, yes bring him in."

He talks for a moment more before hanging up and smiling at me as he slides his phone away.

We sit in a minute of silence before there's a knock a the door. It swings open slowly, and so I look over, completely nervous as what the guy even looks like.

The door closes and I see the backside of him. He's in a fancy suit, I presume Gucci, maybe. He's got darkish brown hair, slightly curly.

He turns around, a dimpled smile on his face, and my smile drops into a shocked-typed frown.

Of course. None other than Harry freaking Styles.
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Hope you like this book so far. Definitely going to work on this one because I'm dedicating it to @Hazisfunnier because yes.

Anyways. Stay safe and take care of yourselves <3