This is it, Harry. You're finally getting the job of your dreams. I can't even believe the top law firm in the country is interested in me. Do you know how hard it is to be asked for a personal interview? Out of hundreds of top-notch applicants, they are only accepting twenty for the interview. Twenty. How did I even get this close as to being considered? I'm not even part of the upper five percent of this batch of applicants. My professor must have written a damn exceptional letter of recommendation. Thank you, Mr. Higgins.
I look at the mirror one last time and examine my messy hair. Was it really a great idea to let Gemma drive me to work? It's not that she isn't a trustworthy driver, which she most definitely is. She just doesn't have the sense of proper timing. Look at me, Im already far beyond legal and I still need my big sister to drive me to school. I mean work. My phone rings and I grab it from my inside pocket.
"Harry Styles," I answer in a calm manner, trying to hide the fact of how nervous I am. My voice sounded deeper than usual. Well, puberty eventually has to take its toll on me.
"This is Sarah from Tomlinson Horan. We'd like to inform you that we're giving you twenty more minutes to show up or we're afraid we'll have to cancel the interview completely."
"But my interview's still in two hours." I hear her snicker over the phone.
"No! I'm not trying to make an excuse or something. I was really told the interview was at ten." I swear to everything I own the interview was scheduled at ten. I look for my brown journal and spot it under a growing pile of clothes and flip it to today's date. No. Fucking. Way. "I'll be there,"
I call Gemma and tell her what happened. To my dismay, it would take her at least thirty minutes to get here. I grab the key of my mom's old truck and thankfully, the truck roared to life at the first try. It all seemed like a distant memory. Ever since my accident four years ago, I've always avoided sitting at the driver's seat. There were only two times when I allowed myself to face the dangers of driving. One was when my mom fainted and I had to bring her to the hospital. The other was when my Irish friend, Niall, forgot his reading glasses at my place. I mean mom's place. Yes, I'm in my late twenties and I still live with my mom. No big deal.
I race my way in and out of the path of the other vehicles and it is by a second too late do I realize that a white Audi was heading my direction.
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Fifty Shades of Gay (Larry Stylinson AU)
Fanfiction[no pun intended] Harry Styles applies for a job at one of the top law firms in the world. He got the job... the work was just not exactly what he signed up for. Why? He really didn't need a law degree just to be Louis Tomlinson's fuck toy.
