I stumbled out of my friend Sydney's car, having difficulties with standing straight.
I stagger to the main gate. Thankfully, the house guard was snoozing away.
I ran flimsily to the front door, making sure to not cause any raucous noise in order to avoid my parents.
"Shit, where did I leave my keys?" I mumbled to myself.
I patted my back jeans pocket, and felt the cold metal. However, before I could even unlock the door. An angry face came into view.
Oh great.
"Hello Nicholas," I slurred, jabbing a finger into his chest. "How's the weather?"
"Florence, this is the final straw," roared my dearest father.
Here we go again.
I struggled to look into my father's eyes since I am currently seeing two of him.
Yikes, one was enough.
"Father," I pronounced. "You can stop treating me like I'm a damn teenager.", I slowly uttered to avoid slurring my words. "I'm an adult now." I gesture towards myself.
This argument is not quite convincing when I'm drunk.
"Then act like one," my father sighed. "How did you even get back home? Did you drive drunk?" he widened his eyes.
"No! God, dad. One drunk driving accident was enough." I shakily exhaled.
His burning gaze slowly simmered down, he shook his head in surrender, and his voice softened, "Anyways, just go to bed, we have something rather important to discuss tomorrow."
I nod and walk up to my room.
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The housekeeper, Marie, loudly knocks on my bedroom door, and places two Tylenol pills and a glass of water, knowing the routine. Groaning, I force myself to get out bed, and swallow the heavy pill to stop the impending headache. I glance at the clock and see that it's already noon.
I lazily walk down the staircase, I note that my parents are already sitting on the terrace eating brunch.
"Good morning Florence," my mom singsonged. I proceeded to groan and rub my temples, mumbling random words.
Taking a glimpse at my mom, I noticed that she's wearing heavy jewelry and a fancy dress.
God, is no one normal in this family?
"Your father's on his way. He has something to discuss with you." she said after sipping her tea.
"So I've heard," I muttered.
I sat at the table, and proceeded to spread raspberry jam on a scone.
Moments later, I hear my dad walk in from the front door.
"Cynthia, honey, I'm here," my father jogged towards us, decked out in his crisp white tennis outfit. He kissed my mom's cheek and sat down at the table.
They're so in love, it's revolting.
"So what's that "important" thing you wanted to discuss?" I grumbled and air-quoted at the word 'important'.
He exhales deeply and meets my gaze, "Well, Florence... your mother and I don't quite agree with your," cough, "lifestyle."
I don't like where this is going, I thought.
"So, I called in a favor with an old student of mine," he continued, "and I got you a job as an intern at his compa-"
"Wait, what?" I interrupt. "You can't do that. This is my life, you need to stop controlling it. I'm fucking twenty-one years old."
"Language!" my mother's shrill voice couldn't be heard over my loud voice.
"I'm not going," I voiced with my arms crossed.
"You don't have a choice," my dad said menacingly. "Or else, I'll freeze your bank account."
"Are you threatening me?" I questioned.
"I prefer to call it 'encouragement'." he chuckled lightly. Since when did he have a sense of humor?
My father and I stare into each other's eyes, both participating in an unannounced staring contest.
My eye finally twitches and I sigh in surrender. "When do I start?"
"Tomorrow," he answers nonchalantly. Picking up his newspaper and coffee to take to his office.
My jaw drops.
"It's at the Styles Corporation, and ask for Harry Styles." he shouted over his shoulder.
I groan and drop my head on the table.
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A/N: so, what did you think of the first chapter? please do comment and vote!
