If you love me let me go (Cameron Dallas imagine)

Chapter 17

Phoebes POV

Have you ever been in a dream and wondered if what was happening was real or not? That's what it felt like living in New York. I've been here for a month and I still can't believe I'm here, living my dream. But it's not always rainbows and gumdrops, it's hard being the new girl at my job and barely having any friends. The closest thing I have to a friend here is the secretary at the front desk who takes my coffee order and the bellhop at my apartment building who holds the door open for me. I live in a loft apartment and it's a little small considering I have to pay for it ,but it's nice. I like it. Like any other place it has its problems, like the creaky floorboard in the middle of my living-room floor, or the shower that is only scorching hot or freezing cold, never in between.

Monday morning I woke up and started to get ready for work. I poured myself some fresh coffee, I don't even know why I drink it because truth is I hate it, I always have but I feel as though it's just something I'm supposed to like. After that, I grab my phone and wallet and take the elevator down to the lobby. When I get there I'm greeted by the bellhop, Jerry, as usual while he holds open the front door to escort me out. I whistle for a taxi (which I've learned how to do, being from the south I was definitely not accustomed to this) and watch as the big yellow car pulls over to the curb.

"NYC Writers Building, sir." I say sliding into the back seat.

"Wow that's a pretty big company, you look a little young to be working there." he says with a slight chuckle.

"I'm probably not there typical employee but I got a great opportunity and I took it." I answer.

"Well you're lucky kid," the man pauses almost taking time to reflect, "not all of us get a second chance once we miss our first opportunity." Before I had time to answer, he pulled over in front of the building and I was out of the taxi. I walked inside and was greeted by the secretary, Emily, at the front desk.

"Good Morning Ms.Grier."

"Good Morning Emily, and like I said, please call me Phoebe." I said with a smile. I absolutely hated being "Ms." by anyone here considering I'm the youngest one working here. It just felt weird being treated like an adult around people who were at least 5 years older than me.

I walk into my office, sitting behind my large oak desk and look out at the New York City skyline. I'm still in complete awe that I, Phoebe Grier, am the head of the editorial of our teen spread. I'm looking out at the large landscape and I can't help but feel small. Everything here is so big and I'm so young, someone like me isn't supposed to be here. Part of me misses the comfort of my hometown or at least being with my brothers. I was pulled out of my trance with a faint knock at the door.

"Uh..come in." I said swiveling my chair back from the window to facing the door.

"Here's your coffee Ms.Grier." my assistant, Lily, says while placing the mug on my desk.

"Thank you, but like I said, please call me Phoebe." I said with a smile.

"Right. Sorry, oh and um don't forget you have a company dinner this weekend." Lily says while closing the door behind her. I write a reminder on my note pad and then glance back over at the window. I love it here but I also really miss home, and my brothers, and Jack, and Taylor, but especially Cameron. I sigh loudly and position myself back in front of the computer and begin to work.

~~~~~~Later that evening~~~~

I walk up the stairs to my room and as I pull out my keys the door across the hall opens and a tall, young guy with brown hair steps out.

"Hey, I'm Sammy. Sammy Wilkinson. I just moved in across the hall." The guy says, extending his hand for me to shake. I reach my hand out to meet his.

"Hi I'm Phoebe." I say with a smile and shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you." He smiles widely to reveal a beautiful set of teeth and large dimples on either side of his cheeks.

"You as well." I say, our hands still slowly shaking the other. Sammy looks down and quickly removes his hand, sensing that the handshake was a little too long.

"Uh sorry," he says slightly blushing, "well I gotta go get the rest of my boxes but I hope to see you again sometime."

"I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot of each other." I laugh while gesturing to the fact that our doors are right across from each other.

"Oh right," he says rubbing his hand across the back of his neck, "well uh see ya later than I guess." He waves and disappears down the stairs. I smile and bite the edge of my lip. Well I guess I have three friends now.

Authors Note

Hey guys! Sorry it took me so long to update I've been a little busy! I know this chapter was a little short and uneventful but I promise the next ones will be much better! Thanks for reading, I love you guys!