It's Complicated

Chapter 1. It's Niall, Niall Horan

Chapter 1.

Do you know what it feels like to feel completely and utterly exhausted? Just tired. Tired of everything. Tired of not being good enough, tired of working too hard, tired of making too much effort and getting nothing back, and most of all, tired of feeling unloved. Unloved. Ha. that was understatement for my life. Most people would say I had it all. I had my dream job, perfect apartment; great friends, but to me, it felt like something was missing. Sure, I had worked my way up since I left university, but I felt that since then, I've come off this constant high and I've hit rock bottom, and everything has just seemed so overwhelming. My job is literally my world, its everything I do. I do nothing else. I need a break, but with everything on my plate, its literally impossible.

"Hello, Poppy Styles office, how can I help you?" I chirped falsely into the handset.

"It's me," my assitant Martha replied. I relaxed a little into my chair.

"Hey, what's up?" I said warmly. Martha was sweet, a hard worker, making my life a fraction easier.

"There's a curly haired boy here for you, he said his name was Harry...?" I dropped the phone at once. I sprinted out of my office in my heels and into the corridor.

"Poppy!" the Cheshire accent yelled. I ran straight at the tall boy, wrapping my arms tightly around him.

"Oh Harry, am I glad  to see you!" I exhaled loudly into his neck. He squeezed me tight before letting me down. I smoothed the imaginary creases out of my outfit, being the slightly perfectionist freak I am.

"Well a little birdy told me somebody has been working too hard!" he scolded me and I stayed silent, looking towards the ground, running a hand through my hair.

"I haven't been working that hard!" I scoffed, earning an eyebrow raise off of Martha who was standing behind Harry awkwardly.

"Oh Martha! Martha, this is my brother Harry, he's visiting me for a while," I trailed away, not quite sure how long he was going to be staying.

"Pleased to meet you," the middle aged woman shook Harry's hand tentatively, unsure of the intimidating figure I was leaning into.

"I don't bite!" Harry joked, grinning his lop-sided grin that made his fans go weak at the knees.

"So, Martha, if you'd like to get your belongings together, you can leave early today as I am taking my hard-working sister out for the day!" Harry said smugly.

"Harry I can't leave, its not even eleven o'clock and-" Harry put his finger to my lips.

"By the looks of your office, I'd say this place is going to manage fine without you, you work-a-holic!" Harry replied simply. I rolled my eyes and reluctantly went into my office to grab my purse. It had been absolutely ages since I had seen Harry, I genuinely missed him so much. Since our parents died, Harry was basically my rock, taking care of me until I learnt to fend for myself. Harry auditioned for the X-Factor and then his career took off and it was difficult to see each other. Then I was whizzing through college and university, and my own career started. We skyped as much as we could, but with him touring and me, as Harry lovingly put it, grew into a work-a-holic. Even though it killed me to admit it, I buried myself into work so I could forget about the pain of feeling so exhausted. It numbed the totally tired feeling that shook my body constantly. I was married to my work, I didn't need a partner, much to Harry's disagreement. A boyfriend wouldn't fit into my life right now, I couldn't see it happening. 

 "Are you ready for the most amazing day you've ever had?" Harry grinned as he drove around the busy London streets in his Land Rover with the tinted windows.