Internet Love 3 || Bradley Will Simpson [edited]

Chapter 17 [edited]

Long way home - 5 Seconds of Summer

Rose

Covered in a towel I came out of the bathroom and hurried to my room.

In fact I have forgotten to take my fresh clothes to the bathroom again.

" Nathan ! I don't know what to wear for my today's interview! " I shouted panicked.

Some moments Nathan entered the bedroom and smirked.

" No! Stop ! I have to concentrate on selecting my outfit, but I have no idea what to wear! I would really like to go to my interview in my boyfriend jeans and a loose dark grey t-shirt and my black Vans but I don't know. What if I'm going to interview a quite old conservative man ? He wouldn't like it to see me dressed in these kind of clothes, would he? " I asked him but Nathan was still smirking, so I had to grin.

" Noooo! " I pouted.

" Okay, okay. Erm. . . You can wear a dress. " he suggested.

" Okaaaayy. But which one? I have a lot of dresses. "

" Wear this here. " he said taking out a dark green dress off the wardrobe.

" Oh my god, yesss! I can wear it with my denim jacket and my black Steve Madden heels! It will look casual, but not too casual, you know. " I exclaimed happily.

" Thank you ! " after kissing his cheek, I ran with my clothes back to the bathroom.

Afterwards I straightened my hair, pulled it to a high ponytail and applied some make up.

" Nathan ? What time is it? " I asked him shouting from one room to the other.

" 08.30 ! "

" Oh my god! I'm late and I still haven't breakfast yet! " I screamed.

" So are you leaving now ? " Nathan asked eating his sandwich.

My eyes were fixed on his food and when my tummy started to grumble.

" Nope. "

" No ? " he asked confused.

I opened the fridge taking out a yogurt.

" Seriously? "

" Aha " I said putting some cereals in it and started eating.

" You are disgusting. "

" Excause me ? " I mumbled confused.

" How can you eat in five minutes? "

" I'm Rose. I'm always hungry " I giggled whereupon Nathan rolled his eyes.

After having finished my yogurt , I grabbed my bag and rushed to my car.

I looked at my watch : ' 08.47 am '

" Shit " I mumbled whilst trying to drive faster but this was impossible since there's a lot of traffic at this time.

It was 08.55 am when I arrived the hotel and I was completely freaking out, because I was so late.

At the reception I showed my ID card of Vanity Fair and the receptionist nodded telling me the room and handing me the key.

Before opening the door to my interviewee , I dared a look at my watch. ' 09.04 am '

I sighed because I am a kind of person who always has to be punctual otherwise I would feel bad.

Pressing the door handle down and entering the room without looking at the person who was sitting on a couch, I said " I'm so sorry that I didn't make it punctual, but I was stuck in traffic and I hope you know that situation when you don't find a parking place. "