The Chef [h.s]

one

Sabrina Cole.

My alarm clock blared through out my room, making a groan escape my lips. I yawned and stretched my legs and arms. Sighing, I got up from bed and made my way to the bathroom. A hiss escaped my mouth when my feet made contact with the cold tiles. A sour expression pulled at my face.

I started the water and undressed myself. The warm water hitting my body instantly. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, using the water to help. I quickly scrubbed the lavender scented soap all over my body. Once done, I stepped out of the shower and shut the water off. I grabbed the towel that hung on a nearby hook and wrapped it around my body. The sleep that I was feeling was now gone. I retreated back to my cramped room, feeling quite anxious about today. The familiar marimba ringtone blaring throughout my room. Not looking who it was, I answered

"Hello" I answered. Putting my phone on speaker, as I began searching for my underwear and bra

"Morning Sabrina" a cheery Irish voice spoke out.

"Morning Niall" I said slipping on my underwear and clasping my bra

"Are you on the road yet?" he asked. My eyes widen and looked at the time. I sighed in relief when I had just enough time left

"Niall!" I hissed "Don't do that, you nearly gave me a heart attack" I said, buttoning my white blouse. I slid up my black pencil skirt and zipped it up and got the straightener

"Sorry love" he said chuckling slightly "Well I have to go cause I've got to go to work soon, but I just wanted to call you to say good luck!" he said

"Thanks, I need it" I said and realized he hung up. I breathed out a quick goodbye and got back to straightening some strands of hair. Finally deciding on just tucking some of my hair behind my ear, I walked towards my full-length mirror and seeing how my outfit looked out. Frowning at how I forgot about my heals, I made my way towards my closet and opened it. I looked down at the only two pair of heels that I owned and was deciding on which ones looked more professional. Picking out the sleek black ones that weren't so tall at the heal. I went back to the mirror and nodded in approval.

I went to the bathroom, the clicking of my heels making contact with the tiles. I opened the pouch that held some of my few makeup essentials. I pulled out the tube of mascara and ran it over my eyelashes. Putting it back in the pouch and pulling out my favorite pink plumped color lipstick, I ran a few coats of it until I felt satisfied. I gripped the counter and looked in the mirror

"Okay Sabrina, you could do this" I said talking to my own self. I was quite anxious and queasy about this interview. I huffed out some air and stepped out of the bathroom. I got my bag, keys and headed out the door of my flat. I made sure to lock the door before quickly getting inside my beat up old car. I turned the ignition on and drove to my destination, occasionally humming to the songs that played on the radio.

Once getting there, I turned the car off and got out the car. Sighing, I mentally gave my self some motivation into doing this. I wasn't some top high level chef, but I would sometimes get some praise when I would cook. My parents were huge on food. Always bringing home exotic foods from their trips for me to try something new. 

I knocked on the door of the Styles' residence. Patiently waiting for someone to answer the door I ran my hand through my hair and straightened my skirt a little. The door opened to a lady with ebony hair, bangs covering her forehead. She gave a quipped smile towards me

" Morning, I'm Sabrina Cole" I introduced myself. My hands were beginning to feel clammy and the nervousness came back

"Ah yes, I'm Elizabeth Styles" she said pulling out her hand to shake

well first chapter, if you didn't know elizabeth is harry's wife

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