Gold Digger

Interview

I knocked on the pent house building number 157 and pushed my skirt I was wearing higher up my waist a bit. A man unlocked the door and let me through.

"What yo name cutie?" He asked me looking down on his clip board. Those still exist?

"I'm flattered. I'm Willow!" I introduced. He was an average sized guy with obviously dyed on blonde hair. Not that cute from the looks, but he works for Styles which is attractive as fuck. (don't get salty on me niall is a hot ass bitch this is just how that hoe, Willow's , dumb ass head works)

"Hunty, I just say that for those who need the self confidence." I was shocked. I mean who does this fake blond think he is? "I'm Niall. Harry's house keeper and occasionally assistant." Niall then walks off sitting on a stool. What a bitch. I roughly sit down on this brown couch near the doorway.

"So? Can I have my interview now?"I asked Niall politely as possible so he doesn't bash me. I wouldn't give two fucks if he did I'd just roast him back harder. Since he works for Styles I have no choice, but to be kind so he can talk to Styles about how professional and qualified I am.

"You have to wait. Patience is key here. Someone is busy getting interviewed right now by Zaria." Niall tells me with out any rude remarks, surprisingly for now. I thought about what he said and I laughed slightly. Thinking about 'patience is KEY' flash backing back to a DJ Khaled moment. Niall shot me a look and started writing on his ancient clipboard.

"Girl. You best be ready because I need these interviews done fast. Get yo tan American ass over here." I hear a lady's voice from behind me. Damn everyone in here sure loves to swear which I'm perfectly fine with. Now it's show time my big interview.

"Oh, right. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming." I say and rush over to the door that leads to a new room.

"That's what she said!" The lady laughed opening the door for me. I laughed along with her. That's what i said last night with the French guy across my apartment. If you get what I'm saying aye aye aye? Alright that's enough. "Alright sweet cakes let's get this going." Just then someone came into the room. I turned and couldn't believe my eyes.

"Hey Zaria can you microwave me something I'm hungry." Styles calls out to her. He is so stunning and has money. This might be the easiest work I'll have to do, I won't even have to pretend this time to like him with those looks.

"I ain't your cooker. Plus I'm kind of busy with interviews for who is going to be your next chef, Styles." Zaria says hands on her hips looking at me hinting him.

"Ah, what's your name? Can you cook?" He asks me holding his hand for me to shake out. I took his hand and shook it.

"Willow. You must be Styles." I take a gulp looking down at him because damn his "little friend" looks bigger then that French guy's. "And I like to think I can I mean that's what I'm here for, Sir." I coughed up hopefully not offending him in a way. He nods and puts a little smile on his face.

"Well I am very hungry right now since I just got done with my morning jog you don't mind if you do a little breakfast trial right now. Do you?" Harry asks me crossing his arms. Shit. I better make this the best one yet because it's gonna be a bitch.

"I have no problem with that." I say confidently with my arms cross as his is. We both stare at each other back and forth till I broke the silence. "Alrighty then I'll get started."

"Oh yeah. Yeah, go ahead." I nod and rush to the kitchen which was across from the living room where I waited when I got here. I go behind the kitchen table and patiently wait for Harry to sit down.

"What would you like for me to make?" I ask him and he responds surely fast.

"Ehm. Mac and cheese would be nice." He speaks in his low muscular voice. Hmm not so much of a breakfast meal, but i won't say anything.

"That'll be right up!" I then get to work on his dish. Thank goodness it was mac and cheese to be honest and not something fancy as hell like what rich people usually ask for. I take out the pots I needed for it. While I'm cooking all eyes are on me from Harry to Zaria.

"So, Willow. When did you start to cook?" Styles asked starting a conversation.

"Well when I was around 10 my dad owned a restaurant and I helped out a lot there and began picking up on some things. Of course that was my job for a while and I knew how to cook different recipes whether they were on the menu or not and that's how I started to cook. Just loved doing it and here I am." I told him while pouring in some salt into the pot.

"Oh, really that must've been a nice start. What was the restaurant called?" Harry asks while leaning into the table more. Crap. I mean it wasn't like I was completely lying about all this.

"Uhm." Why does he have to ask stupid important questions? "It was called... Good Gomez." I sounded a bit worry so I smiled at him. He looked oddly at me then nodded. "But it shut down a while ago when my dad died and no one was there to take care of the business." I told him in a sad tone and of course I was ready for the 'im sorry for your loss' bullshit like they always do when I tell this story.

"May he rest in peace." Harry simply says. "Why couldn't you take over?" He asks trying to get out of this dull moment clearly.

"Well the restaurant was back in Boston where I grew up, but now I'm here in Chicago for my 'fresh start'." I simply stated while giving him a bowl of my Mac and cheese I had prepared him. Styles then took the spoon and took a bite chewing rather slowly.

"This is delicious." Harry said with a smile. Phew, thank god could've went down hill from there. Soon Niall came into the room sighing rather loudly. "Your hired!" I started to clap for myself and cheered mentally in my head. I got the job! I got the job!

"WHAT? She made you mac and cheese it's simply the name damn it!" Niall started throwing a fit.

"Niall calm down she can cook mine as well give her the job plus I'm here and I already made the decision." I nod my head at his words and smirk back at Niall.

"Fine. But just so you know Willow... you have a flat ass." He then stomped out of the room. I raised a brow as he left because for (a) that was random as fuck and (b) I have a better ass then him by a long mile.

"I wouldn't be the one talking Niall!" I yelled out at him from afar. Harry giggled and put a hand up to his mouth.

"I like this chic already." Zaria says waving her hands in the air.
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CAST:
LOUIS: as himself; Harry's fiance
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KEKE: as Zaria; Harry's publicist
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NIALL: as himself; Harry's housekeeper
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HARRY: as himself; boss
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SELENA: as Willow; Harry's cook
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ARIANA: as Lori; Willow's best friend

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