Up In My Head (Harry Styles/One Direction) [EDITING]

28. Live While We're Young

A/N:

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So, Jess and the lads are finally in Stockholm and the last week of their tour in Sweden has just begun. Are you ready...?

OMG! JUST HAD TO TELL YOU GUYS HOW PROUD I AM OF THE BOYS! SERIOUSLY. I love them so much <3 One Direction has existed for 1000 days! My life has had a reason for 1000 days! *crying of joy*

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Chapter 28

Live While We're Young

"Every week, every Tuesday, we have this conversation, miss Warren," Mr Andersen sighed heavily and put his hands on the table that parted us. "And you know what? It seems like everything I say to you goes straight through your head without leaving any print at all! I don't even know what to do anymore!" he said and buried his face in his hands so he wouldn't have to look at my face.

"I'm sorry, Mr Andersen, but I don't know what you are talking about," I said and couldn't help it pull the corners of my lips into a smirk. Of course I knew what he was talking about. I just loved to piss him off.

"Are you serious?" he asked, his voice hitting a quite high pitched note as he spoke the last word. He looked up from from his palms and met my amused gaze, a light frown appearing on his forehead. "Do you think this is funny?" he blurred out, obviously quite annoyed at the time.

"No, of course not, sir."

It was hilarious.

"Then why are you smiling?"

"Because I was thinking about the concert last Sunday. The boys were doing so well."

His face turned one shade redder as the thought of my speech at the concert in Karlstad once more tool place in his head. I bet he had been trying to forget about that...

"Miss Warren...? I get a feeling of that you are... mocking me."

"Mocking? Why would I be mocking you, sir?" I asked and acted really surprised. Me? Mocking him?

"I could ask you the same... As it seems to me, this job is nothing but a big joke to you."

"No, I'm very serious about this job," I said in an attempt to convince him about my little lie.

"Well, that's not how it seems..."

Something in his voice made me turn serious. My mind told me it was time to stop mocking with him or someone would get really mad.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm doing my best..."

"That's the problem, miss Warren. You can't do any better..."

"Yes, I can sir..."

"... and that's why I have no other choice but to fire you..."

My mind went blank before I heard a relived sigh leave my lips. That was his way of punishing me? I was afraid he'd get up from his chair and hit me in the face - that was what happened when Dad got mad. But Mr Andersen didn't hit me. He was just going to fire me... Luckily for me, Niall and I had been prepared for this.

"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't do that..."

"Excuse me?" Mr Andersen, who had risen from his chair and was about to dial his secretary, spun back around and stared at me with his small, black eyes. His jaw was clenched, his hands turned into tight fist as he watched my secure face.