Harry's P.O.V.
"Harry, this is a very important day. Louis Tomlinson is staying in our suite!"Mother spoke nervously.
"Who's Louis Tomlinson?" I asked, not fully understanding why everyone was being so paranoid.
"Anne, he's kidding, right?" Jennifer, a girl from our team said.
"Harry, Mr. Tomlinson is a very wealthy man and he travels around the world, so we have to make sure this is the best environment for him, ok?"
"Alright, I guess."
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"Harry, Mr. Tomlinson has asked room service for something to eat, I need you to deliver this to his room immediately."
"Why me?" I snapped.
"Harry." My Mother glared.
I sighed loudly before rolling my eyes, already rolling the cart to the dude's stupid room. I didn't get why he was so special. He was just a dumb customer like usual, and like usual, I had to give him the best service.
*Knock! Knock! Knock!*
"Room service!" I shouted, rocking on my heels and waiting for the door to open.
In seconds a man yanked the door open, walking over to his bed already and saying the words, "just leave it on the bed."
"Ok." I breathed out, listening to his orders and making my way near him.
For a guy, he was pretty handsome. His hair looked perfect, being a light colored brown and having it spiked up. I tried to hold in my laughs as I realized his height. From mother telling me he was 23, he was pretty short.
"Hello?" He snapped his fingers at me, "food?"
"Right, sorry." I began preparing his food, watching how his head followed down to his phone again after looking at me for nearly half a second from before.
After getting his food sorted, I stood there awkwardly, almost too shy to say anything. "Um, where did you-"
"I said the bed." He cut me off, sounding more than annoyed.
As I reached over to place the plate of hash browns, my hands slipped; the plate of food falling onto the rich man's lap. My mouth opened wide, hearing him breathe loudly before I rushed out, "I'm s-sorr-"
"It's fine." He fake smiled, trying to calm himself and lightly fling away the hot food. "Just bring me my fucking coffee." He spat.
I nodded my head quickly, reaching for the cup. My mind completely forgot about the temperature of the liquid; beginning to pick it up before dropping it on the small man in seconds.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He screamed, making me jump in fear. He threw his phone at me before groaning in pain and rushing to the bathroom.
"Sir! I'm s-so sorry! Please let me-"
"Why do they let little kids work here!?" He hissed, offending me.
"I'm not a kid!" I defended.
"Oh really? How old are you?" The older man asked as he walked back into the room; pants freshly removed.
"Sixteen." I mumbled. I was a bit young, but still not a kid!
"You don't think you're a kid?" He questioned, smirking at me.
"I'm not!"
"Then get on the bed." He demanded, making me take a step back.
"What?"
