I groaned as I walked into my very familiar and worn apartment. I laid on my bed and thought about my day.
After 4 years of living in New York, I've finally come to the conclusion that there are never any happy endings here. People here were fucking rude. No way to sugar coat it.
My boss just fired me.
I was the best damn secretary he'd had!
So, basically, I was walking to the office, grabbing my boss, Mark, his usual and favorite kind of coffee from Starbucks, but there was a line. By the time I got back his coffee had grown cold. He said I could make up for it by giving him a blowjob, I rejected him, and he fired my ass!
After another few minutes of ranting in my head, I decided I needed to get out for a little bit and look for a new job. After all, I had to pay the bills.
I walked outside, deciding to leave my car at home and get some exercise. I was trying to blow off some steam and calm down but I was too pissed off to care. I ran into someone with piercing green eyes. He was quite built and had curly hair that seemingly couldn't be tamed.
"Fucking watch out asshole." I said, shooting him a glare. Although when my eyes met him, he looked just as angry as me. His eyes were dark and his face looked mean and frustrated. I rolled my eyes at him and began to finish my angry walk.
I walked into a surprisingly empty Starbucks. I mean, that's rare. Starbucks is always busy. Always. I ordered my coffee: Venti White Mocha, extra hot, and took a seat at a two person table. I sipped the hot coffee and noticed someone walking inside the Starbucks.
The green eyed, curly haired man.
As soon as I looked up, our eyes met, his boring into mine. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and glared at me. I watched him order his coffee and realized he was walking towards me. He pulled out the extra chair at my table and sat down.
"I hope no one else is sitting here." He raised his eyebrows at me, looking as if he was saying 'talk back, I dare you.' Well, I accepted that dare.
"Listen here asshole, if I wanted you to sit there I would've asked you to, but I didn't. I don't know who you think you are but don't think that I'll let you walk all over me." I glared. "Cause I won't."
He chuckled deeply and sipped his coffee cockily. "Honey. I'm Harry Styles." He smirked.
I shrugged, not impressed. "I don't know who that is."
His eyes went wide and I noticed him pull my purse towards him, and stick something in there.
He got up, and left. Not another word left his mouth. Cocky bastard.
I pulled my purse back towards me and dug inside, looking for what he'd put in there. I finally found it and took it out, and looked at what it was.
A business card.
AYE, IT'S THE FIRST CHAPTER. I KNOW IT'S AWFUL. DON'T JUDGE ME.
THAT GIF- OH LORD JESUS HELP ME.
XXX Jenna OOO
