HYPOTHESES [N.H]

Hypothesis 2

He brings his strides away from where he stood. I'm still stunned with what I see. There's no way for him to be real with those beautiful long legs in striped flare pants.

"Ms, uhm, Rosario? You must be Ms. Rosario, right?" His deep voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
"Yes. Nice to meet you, Mr. Styles," I reach out my hand as I give my sweetest smile. I say his name without any hesitancy, not like when he said my name. It's my first time to meet him, but I recognize his appearance very well. I mean, he appears in almost every fashion tv show, his face is always on the cover of Vogue magazine, so how people don't know about him?

"Nice to meet you too. Welcome to Styles company. So glad that we have you here as one of us," he shakes my hand and enchantingly flaunts his smile.

"Thank you so much. It's an honour for me to be here," I say, still holding his hand.

"Please, have a seat." He leads the way towards his desk.

"So, Ms. Rosario, where did you use to study?"

"I went to Janette Klein for my bachelor but I didn't finish it due to this recruitment, but I already takeover it by joining London Fashion College."

Yes, this is a recruitment. The unexpected recruitment because they figured me out on Instagram. That's why I'm afraid that I don't really deserve it. It all began when I was casually sending my drawing to Hazz Styles' account through direct message. It's my pleasure to design things, upload them on IG, and tag my favorite brands. But never have I imagined that Styles would notice my drawing of ethnic-printed suit.

He nods his head, stares at me in silent for a while. He eyes me from head to toe. He even needs to take a look under his desk just to see my shoes. I use this opportunity to admire his half bare chest. His unbuttoned silk shirt shows the bird tattoos on his right and left chest. Half of the butterfly tattoo on his stomach appears like it's gonna fly away. The tattoos all over his body are unbelievably beautiful. Ah, only if I could...

"Ms. Rosario," his call gets me off of my pretty little imagination.

"Uhm?" I turn my sight to his eyes.

"Have you done with what you're looking at, love?" He chuckles, showing his smirk. Great, I hope he doesn't think that I wanna get a touch. Just thinking about it already makes me wanna sink myself into Pacific Ocean.

"Uh, yes, I guess." I rub the back of my neck, feel embarrassed of my own effrontery. It's my first day, what can be worse?

"Don't worry, you're not the worst," he laughs. I feel relieved 'cause I know that I'm not the worst. But however it's still embarrassing. But wait, what?
"There was someone ever tried to rape me before." I'm a bit shocked,  but the fact that he looks like a Greek God makes his story sounds rational though. I say nothing but an "oh my god, really?" and giggle together with him.

"Anyway, do you know why we hired you?"

I look down at my fingers, trying to find a good answer. "Erm, because you like my drawing?", I prefer to ask him back instead of answering the things that I don't know.

"Yeah, that's one of the reasons. But do y'know the purpose?"

I just look him in the eyes, no words come out. I know about it, apparently I'm just guessing. But I choose to keep it in mind and listen to what he's gonna tell me.

He tells me about how dead fashion industry is right now and how it really needs fresh idea.

"I need you to save this company for my grandpa's soul." I just nod my head to show that I feel incredibly honoured to do that.

"I admit that I'm very impressed with your design idea. The idea is unusual, your colour selection is so brave and the pattern, it's extremely detail." I can practically feel my cheeks lift up because of his words.

"As you know, London Fashion Week is about to come. And I've decided to," he pauses his words, put my design in it, put my design in it, put my design in it, "use your design as one of our collection." Bingo!

"Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Styles. I feel so honoured to become a part of this big project." My face hurt from all the smiling, but I'm just so damn happy.

"My pleasure, love. And please, just Harry," he laughs, "but before that, you need to meet our crew to discuss about the design and stuffs. There are gonna be a lot of great people to help you through this. Come!" He gestures for me to follow him.

We walk out of the room. He watches my lace shirt curiously.

"Lace for life, huh?" A smirk appears on his face. Actually, that's a bit creepy, but who cares? He's too hot to be called creepy.

"No, not really. It just seems special to me."

"Oh." Just 'oh'? Really? I have so much more to tell about this shirt and how should I tell you about this when the only thing comes out of your mouth is 'oh' , Harry. I said that this shirt's special for me in purpose, that's a code. Why do men never understand? Alright then, let me tell you something,

"I made it myself. It has three-in-one concept. We can make it as long-sleeves shirt, short-sleeved," I point to my elbow where the fabric's folded, "and I put zippers on the shoulders so I can take the sleeves off."

"Wow, that's brilliant! I see why we hired you, I guess. And I think Niall will like you," he smiles to me as we walk downstairs. Nice, he responds it positively.

"Who's Niall?" I keep walking next to him, ignoring people that stare at me weirdly. I'm not sure what are they looking at. Is that my massive wavy hair? Or my brownish skin? Or my dwarf sized body? I don't even care though.

"You'll see," he doesn't give me certain answer. We walk towards a stair, not the stair to reach the first floor. This is a stair to a lower space on the second floor.

I can see from a far, there's a big glass table on that space surrounded by people. They look so serious with the papers.

"Hello, guys!" Harry greets them as he walks down the stairs, I follow him at his back. So many responses come from their mouths, like "Hey, Harry!", "Good morning", "Who's that chick?", and blablabla.

"What's up, Neil?" He pokes the blonde guy in front of him. His see through shirt shows the skin of his back.

"Still working on these shit fabrics and papers." He doesn't even bother to turn around. He needs to enjoy the life.

"Lighten up, mate. You need to let loose a bit."

"It'll be here in 5 weeks and there's still no worth movement here. What do ya expect me to do?"

"Ah c'mon, dude! Why so serious? Turn around! Look who we have here," Harry reaches out his hand as a gesture to present me.

"Margarita, meet our consultant designer, Niall James Horan."