Mine

Chapter 1

"Jade love clear my meetings and clients for the rest of the day." I huff walking past my rather arrogant receptionist. Why the fuck did I hire her in the first place?

"But Mr. Tomlinson, your new client is set to be in today at four." she says typing away at the computer.

"Jade! What the fuck did I just say clear my damn meetings and clients for the rest of the day! I want to go practice football alright! I'm your boss so I suggest you stop talking back." I scowl.

I nod and walk out it's gotten a bit colder since this morning when I arrived. I arrive home and change from my suit into my sweats and head out back. My net is turned over from the wicked storm we got last night. I try to pick it up but can't I really need to start working out with my arms. I make mental reminder to go to the shop for some weights or sign up at a gym. My phone buzzes as I try once more to lift the damn net.

"What!" I snap into the receiver.

"Cheers mate nice to hear from you also." my mate Liam says through the phone.

"Sorry, I've had a busy fucking day and it's only Monday so yeah cheers to that and to top that my damn net has toppled over in my yard from the storm and I can't pick it up." I say.

"Why not go to the field then?" he suggests.

I fake laugh.

"Or not."

"Or not is right they annoy me way too damn much and I'm not about to listen to it. They tell me I'm not kicking right." I retort looking at the sky it's still cloudy lovely watch it rain and storm again tonight.

"I think I may come over, help you get that net up aye?" he laughs.

"That'd be great put your old kicks on it's really muddy out here." I say before hanging up.

Liam is coming over so I'm sure I'll get drunk by tonight. Resulting in a killer hangover not that I haven't had one before but it most likely will not able me to go to work in the morning.

About an hour or so later me bell rings. I run to the door.

"Liam! Cheers mate." he pulls me into a hug.

"Long time no see!" he chirps.

"Right let's get this net up." I thumb to my back yard.

He nods following me out.

"1...2...3!" we lift the net up and set it up right.

"Fixed, now kick mate!" he waves his hand to my net and footballs.

I nod as he sits on my porch and watches me. I dribble the ball around this wet ground is making it hard it's hard to kick around the football when the ground is dry also. I slip a few times kicking the ball square in the net. Liam laughs.

"Swell mate, I'm done." I say annoyed at the mud caked on the side of my Adidas sweats.

My whole side is caked. I need to strip outside. I do just that and nearly freeze solid from the whipping January wind. Liam stifles a laugh.

"Shut up mate! There is a game on tonight want to watch it?" I offer.

He checks his invisible watch.

"Sure sure." he smirks.

"I'm going to shower before I vomit from the horrid smell of this mud, I'm sure this is shit from the neighbors dog." I say.

He burts out with laughter. I give him the big number one before going upstairs to my bathroom. The water feels damn amazing on my tense muscles. It's only Monday and I'm already tense lovely. 30 minutes later I'm smelling fresh and like cologne.

"Pizza?" Liam questions waving his phone.

I nod going to the fridge for something to drink, it's bare I get tap water from the sink. Another thing I need to do go to the shop for groceries. I put that on my mental checklist as well. As we wait for the pizza to arrive I open the vanilla colored files and look over them of the new clients I have yet to sign. One folder in particular catches my eye. Harry Styles it reads on the top. Hmm lovely name sounds very handsome. I open it the folder to Mr. Styles' information.

Previous record labels-

Sony.

Number of albums

no. 1 Broken Soul

That's a shit album name this should be good with this one.

It has his name, address and everything on the rest of the papers and some background information. Then a picture. He really is handsome his name suits him well. He face is soft, eyes green a light dark green to be exact. His hair is long just above his shoulders. I study every feauture of him until I get snapped from my daydream of interviewing this fellow tomorrow.

"What?" I shake my head quickly shutting the file throwing it on the lamp table beside the couch.

"Pizza?" Liam grins stupidly before opening the box. Half pepperoni half sausage my favorite and his.

"Who was on that file that got you so intrigued?" he questions his mouth full of pizza.

Ew. I grimace before answering him.

"First off we went over this don't chew or talk with your mouth open you know I hate it. Second I can't tell you it's confidential." I say clicking the volume up on the TV so I can hear the game instead of Liams annoying questions.

"I TOLD YOU DONNY WAS GOING TO WIN!" I yell at him.

He bet the other team would.

"You my friend are shit at judgement my Rovers can beat anyone when I'm not there." I brag.

"Yeah yeah." he says rolling his eyes.

"That's why half the time I'm not at the home games unless I absolutely need to be or want to be." I smirk.

"Star player, mister brags a lot." he huffs.

"I want to drink and I don't have a damn drop in the fridge nor the cabinets. Fancy having a buzz at a club or bar?"

He shakes his head.

"Nah mate I have a doll waiting for me I'm supposed to meet in about an hour actually less now." he says locking his phone back up from checking the time.

"Well shit, have fun then I suppose I won't go out then tonight." I say.

It's only eight I don't usually go to bed until 12 am. Once Liam leaves I go back to the files stacked on the center table and Harry's where I threw it so Liam wouldn't look. I make time with Jane for each client saving the most promising one for last Harry. That's done. I need some entertainment this shit just isn't fun. I check the time. 11 a hour before 12 ughh. I decide to go to bed anyway tomorrow is going to be busy for me. Clients, signing, practice at the stadium this time and clubbing for sure.