One More Day (H.S.) #wattys2016

Sixteenth Day

Dolly

    
"Rule number one. Never say any insulting words to your boss."

"Rule number one? Rule number-- What is this, the ten commandments?"

"Actually, fifteen are written in the contract."

Seething, I almost made my gums bleed as I brush my teeth harder while being reminded of last night's event.

As promised, Harry Styles had Samuel explained the contract. And there are actually fifteen rules, which if I ever break any, there will be penalties. Suchlike in rule number three: Never shout at your boss in public.

I am only allowed to do so if we are alone. And if I fail to follow, (which I think will most likely happen) 10% of my salary from him will be deducted.

Also, the maximum hour that I am to work for him -meaning, pretend to be his girlfriend- is twenty-four/seven.

How is that fair, right?

Still, I can't back out now. I need the money for grandma's operation. Not to mention our house being sold.

"Dolly, hurry up!" Molly raps on the door of the bathroom making me roll my eyes.

You must be curious why I'm here at my parent's house.

Apparently, my other boss took my words literally. I asked him to take me home and he did. Only, he brought me back here to Southampton.

And now, I'm about to be late for work.

"Bye everyone!" I yell to my family even though none of them is paying attention.

I flag down a cab and hop in. "To the train station please."

I hope they won't go without me. I still have three hours left before our flight.

Just in case, I phoned Maggie to check and unfortunately, they already left ECS and are headed to the airport.

     

"Mum, I'm already at Heathrow... Yes, I'll come visit Grandma on my day off. I forgot to apologize about last night. I'll be back in two days. Bye mum!"

Ugh! This is stressing me out. I wouldn't be panicking if I was only a few blocks away from work. I spent extra money today for the cab, the train and another cab.

This is his fault. But I'm still grateful. If it wasn't for him, I would've been stuck in that dark room for ages. Although that also happened because of him.

Aargh! I'm so gonna get an extra pay for this!

I squeeze in to the crowd of jeering people, holding banners that I couldn't read because I'm still feeling slightly giddy from too much running early in the morning. They were throwing flowers, presents and whatnot to the middle where a heap of piled gifts are.

All of them were screaming their lungs out (some are even crying), making me feel like my head is being pounded by a bloody hammer.

Finally, I reach the rotating door and head inside the building, dragging my luggage which felt even heavier than a while ago. I feel like I'm already experiencing jet lag because of the crazy crowd outside.

The staff, including me, don't know why, but Sir Jones suddenly decided that California is a good location for our next episode's shoot. This only suggests two things: the show is skyrocketing to boot, and that I am gonna buy myself a motorbike on my payday. Yay!

"Maggie!" I cry to the thin figure of a bespectacled lady standing on queue. She was talking to a man in front of her.

"Dolly!" She waves at me whilst I approach her.