One More Day (H.S.) #wattys2016

Eighth Day

Dolly

With eyes full of anticipation, my boss drops the bomb on my face. "One Direction signed the contract!"

Everyone applauded and cheered, clapping their hands until it hurts while the others are whooping with joyful disbelief.

Oh, yeah. Me? I was there too. Sitting in a corner, completely at a loss for words.

What happened? Is this it? Is this what that idiot was daringly implying about him being positive that we'll see each other again?

"What do I do?" I mumble under my breath, but despite doing so, Maggie seems to have good ears.

"I know, right." Maggie claps my back. "I don't even know what I'll wear during the shoot. Well. I'm pretty sure they won't even glance at us."

"That's really disheartening, no?" I said, feigning frustration.

"They won't hurt their eyes like that. I guess I'm lucky that I'm a B cup."

My hand flies to my mouth in astonishment of what Shirley just said. Maggie tries to suppress her giggles but it seems that it weren't just us who heard Shirley's statement. Everyone inside the room burst out in laughter.

"You think it's funny because you don't understand that true beauty lies from deep within." Shirley expresses with emotional gestures and I can't help but say, "I guess you took that one literally."

We have an hour break before the second orientation for the cast starts, that means one hour before I see him again.

Why am I even thinking of that?

Ugh! That furtive guy! Why didn't he just give me a heads-up? Or a hint of a forewarning?

We're a month late to prepare everything that's why our schedule will be full this week. I guess I won't have time to bother myself with other things.

As I make my way to the elevator, my stomach grumbles in hunger, I think I'm going to pass out any minute now. I've been feeling under the weather since yesterday and I don't know why, so please elevator, make haste and save me!

Ding!

"Finally!" The elevator opens and I grudgingly make my foot step in after the other as I can't surmount my pounding head anymore.

I closed my eyes, leaning my head to the wall. Maybe I should just take a rest.

"What floor?"

A somewhat deep voice reverberates from my left side.

"Eighth floor please. I need to get my bag... drink some Tylenol." I adversely complain, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Gosh, my head hurts."

Something reminds me that we don't have a lift operator.

I crane my neck to my side making me regret doing so. I back away to the corner as I realise who it was.

"What's with your reaction?"

What's he doing here?

"I... Uh... I was just-"

"Dazzled? Charmed out of your wits? Starstruck? It's alright. That's basically the reaction that I get all the time."

My mouth kept hanging open the whole time he was talking.

"Just take a deep breath. You'll get used to it since we'll be seeing each other more often." He takes a step towards me and inclines his head to mine leaving at least a few inches of space between the tips of our noses. "And don't ignore me when I'm in the same room with you. It's getting on my nerves when you do that."