The Devil Wears Saint Laurent (h.s.)

chapter five

Charlotte's POV
As Ellen pulls up the hilarious photoshopped picture of her and Harry, my phone rings. I look at the caller ID and see that it's Evan.

"Hey baby." I answer.

"Hey Charli, listen I'm gonna be late today. Some idiot didn't estimate our stocks correctly and now we're screwed." He replies angrily.

"Oh ok, it's ok babe."

"Sometimes, I want to quit." He admits and I giggle, "Me too."

After exchanging 'I love yous' we hung up and I turned my attention back to Harry's interview, which was sadly already over. Harry walks towards me, with an annoyed expression on his face.

"What happened?" I asked worriedly, hoping he wasn't an angry douche to THE Ellen DeGeneres.

"Nothing, I just really need caffeine." He says dryly. I watch as he purses his lips when the words leave his mouth, he had a beautiful mouth. I hated it.

"Come on let's go to Starbucks, I want a citrus tea." I offer.

We walk out into the parking lot. I take out my phone to call a cab, but Harry stops me. "What are you doing?" He asks.

"I'm calling a taxi." I say and his eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

"We're going to the same place! Just get in my car." He exclaims.

"I don't know if I could handle your road rage."

"I don't have road rage." He defends, but I hardly believe him. Does he see the way he acts when he doesn't get what he wants? He's like a tantrum-throwing toddler, I can only imagine how he handles traffic . .

"I doubt that." I admit.

"Just get in the car."

I get into the passenger seat and put on my seat belt. Harry, like I expected. . . sped out of the parking lot. Making my heart, jump out my chest.

"This isn't grand theft auto, slow the hell down!" I warn him and he chuckles.

"This is my car." He defends.

"And I'm your passenger, and if I get killed or injured, my insurance will sue your ass!"

He just shakes his head and laughs like I was kidding, but I really wasn't. When we got to Starbucks, we both got on line and Harry looked at me quizzically. He told me to just sit down and that he'd get me my 'citrus tea bullshit' as he called it, I rolled my eyes yet obliged.

I sat down at a random table by the window, I always liked views. I took out my phone, hoping to see a text from Evan or anyone really. I just hate feeling so alone. Now that I have this job and I see how social people around me are, it makes me feel miserable how my life is basically so lonely and boring.

I let out a long sigh while fiddling with my fingers in absolute boredom, then I see Harry's raggedy boots from the corner of my eye, standing in front of me.

"You look about ready to kill yourself." He says.

"I don't know how people do it." I admit.

Harry's brows furrow in confusion, "Do what?"

"You know, work and still manage to have a social life. I can barely go home and sleep."

"Well, you have a cool job . . Soo you work harder and it pays better."

I scoff, "Yeah, wow! You get to boss me around, what a cool job!" I sarcastically remark.