No Control // l.t.

1. Chase Me

After ending sixth-form my life has turned into an eternity of disasters. I did achieve reasonable grades at my A Levels. Despite that, I always knew that I wanted something more than being stuck in a non-ending system of education where nothing is really relevant. All I heard was 'Willa look at all your classmates. They're all going to the best universities in the country. My little Willa what have you done with your life.' Never ending rambling I have received from pretty much everyone around me. They all knew from the start that I wasn't a anyone's dream child. They all knew that once I could - I would go and they never did a single thing about it.

Here they have me, sitting in a dull white room waiting for my new ID. I assume that my mum must've been on drugs when she chose my name. My nan has told me the whole reason behind my name, Willa. Apparently everyone hoped for a boy but then I came out of my mum. There came a disappointing moment when they realised that they won't have a little Will. I genuinely should've been named William.

After over half an hour of sitting and staring at plain white walls I feel overly fed up. I decide upon taking out my phone which's battery is at its worst state. Once again I received quite a decent amount of text messages from my boss. Without even reading them properly I've figured that by this time he realise that I have sneaked out from work. The fact that my boss hasn't kicked me out yet makes all my work mates really interested in what makes him keep me in that work position, but both me and him know that he needs me.

"Hello," I answer the phone call with a cheerful tone, since, I know how much does the assistant hates it.

"Ms. Hampton do you realise the importance of today?"

"I'm very sorry but I have more important things to deal with then to sort out some paper work," I answer, rolling my eyes.

"Mr. Styles has been looking for you for the past twenty minutes. He postponed the meeting with Mr. Payne because of you. Be so kind and come straight to work."

"Shit. Okay, I'll be there soon," I say and hang up on here.

How could I forget about the meeting with Mr. Payne. No one has really told me the purpose of it but apparently it might bring various benefits to Styles & Co. ; medium class lawyer company. I definitely cannot be stuck in here for any longer. I stand up from the wooden chair and rush back to Styles & Co. Perhaps, my ID can wait.

Normally I wouldn't give a damn about job, but living in London requires paying rent, and the money I have is the money I earn. Despite my morals being absolutely fucked up I must care about not losing my spot. I get paid pretty well, I can do what I want and there is practically no one to judge me.

Thankfully Styles & Co. is just two blocks away from here and soon enough I run through the big glass door. I rush into the lift and press number 6 repeatedly, childishly hoping that it'll will speed up the whole process. As soon as the lift door opens I am greeted by Mr. Styles' angry expression.

"Hampton, get you ass over to the conference room," he says quietly leading me to the conference room which is located fairly close to the lifts.

"Good morning," says Mr. Payne as we enter the room. He is a handsome man, I must admit. Even from the distance I can tell that his suit is an English cut and it is very expensive. Payne must be around the age of 28, yet I've heard that he is one of the most influential men in the United Kingdom.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Payne," I say as I shake his hand, "I strongly apologise for my late arrival."

"I accept your apology Ms. Hampton. However, your performance must be spectacular. I have a serious case which affects my business and if you'll be able to solve it I will reward you greatly. Many people have gave up on this case and tried to hide from it," he takes a minutes to take a sip from his tea. I look at Mr. Styles and he has a serious expression on his face, as always.

"Har- Mr. Styles has suggested you when I told him about this case. I would like you to answer a few questions now," he passes me a small notebook with around seven question scribbled in it.

"Is your mental health stable enough to absorb strong psychological aspects of this case?" I read out loud, and this was the last thing I expected to be asked. No, it's not stable enough.

"Yes, I believe that I can handle pretty much everything."

"Willa, that's your name, right?"

"Yes," I answer with uneasiness.

"Answer everything in your notebook and we will discuss it later," I nod and say as he does. I answer it swiftly and not giving much attention to any particular question which might drag me down, and make me want to back off. I slightly push the paper towards Mr. Payne and leave the room with a full on attitude. Not leaving either of them say a word. If he really needs me to work on this case, then he won't let me slip through his finger tips. He will chase me.

AN: No Control is here after a long time. It will be a short story, but I've got massive things waiting ahead of us! By the way, excuse this chapter for not being detailed enough! This was just a quick intro and the next ones will have much more content. I'd also like to share each chapter with an author who's story/stories I really enjoyed in the past or am currently enjoying.

The first chapter goes out to cheriewrites for her amazing story Yellow. I really enjoy how she brings out autism, but doesn't show it as a huge boundary in life. Iman accepts Harry the way he is and doesn't make a deal about him being special. It had to be said and possibly shown that these differences don't make people freaks. They are slightly different but they can be loved and accepted like anyone else. I also very like how the characters develop and learn to overcome different obstacles in life. Last but not least, Yellow is written in such an amazing way. It is pleasure to read each chapter.