Floor 37 (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

I was late. I was incredibly late, or so I thought.

I sat in the back of your typical black cab, shaking my head at the traffic that seemed to happen every day in the centre of London. Any other day and I may not have been so stressed at the thought of being held up at every traffic light but today was big for me. Today determined whether I would get my life back on track or forever be unemployed. The last few months have been nothing but hell, after discovering the truth about my fiancé and his little getaways with my best friend, my life seemed to take a turn for the worse. It began with a friend mentioning seeing my fiancé Luke at a hotel with my best friend and would have been bridesmaid Louise. Of course this came as a shock as I believed he was away on business, he mentioned something about meeting with a potential business partner for a new restaurant. I decided to think nothing of it, but of course as every girl will know, the doubt ate away at me. And for the following three days my mind ran wild with the thoughts of what Luke and Louise could be getting up to. I decided to keep my cool until Luke got home where I picked at him, questioning all that I could about this apparent 'business deal' and I had to admit, he had every detail of his story worked out, I almost believed him. Almost. Once he had finished his story about how well the deal went, I came right out and asked him why someone had seen him with Louise. Luke's eyes went wide as his mouth hung open, stunned into silence. I knew. I knew right then that everything he had just told me was a complete lie. We argued for hours, throwing insults at one another until eventually I packed my bags, removed my engagement ring and headed for the door. And that was that. After that I lost my job as a receptionist at a local dentist and moved in with my sister. I stayed in her spare room, rent free. I have spent the last few months on the sofa watching draining day time TV and feeling like nothing but a burden to my sister and her husband, who took an immediate dislike to me the day we met.

That brings me to today, right now. I cursed at myself for not buying a watch or even bringing a phone with me. I had no idea of the time and even with constantly straining my neck to try and see around the driver to his clock I failed to succeed. I continued to day dream about how this interview was going to go. I was hoping to land the position of PA to Harry Styles, CEO of Styles Investors. In all honesty, I have no chance. I have plenty of experience as a receptionist, but none whatsoever as a PA. I also have very little knowledge of what the company actually did. I know they invested into businesses all over the country and Mr Styles had made a huge success of it. I did a little research on the man himself; I found articles upon articles about him. Most of them written by middle aged women swooning over the man's good looks. And yes, I had to admit, he was stupidly gorgeous. So I continued to research him and spent the majority of the night doing just that. Looking back, I should have done more research on the company but it was too late for that now.

"£9.80 please love?" I was snapped from my thoughts as the driver spoke. £9.80? That was a little steep considering the building wasn't far from my sisters apartment. If I wasn't so lazy I probably would have walked it.

"Oh right, yeah," I mumbled as I handed the driver a crisp ten pound note. "Keep the change."

I slammed the cab door shut as a shiver made its way down my spine. The temperature in London seemed to have dropped so suddenly, but that was the British weather for you. I half jogged into the lobby of the building. I stood for a moment taking in the sleek room around me, everything looked spotless, even the glass panels looked crystal clear. It was then I noticed the clock, 8:50. I grinned to myself, I wasn't late. I was in fact early and that was bound to look good to the new potential boss. My heeled shoes clicked along the floor as I made my way over to the blonde bombshell sitting behind the desk. Her hair was a platinum colour, almost white and her make-up, although overdone, looked pristine. I then took in her outfit; her red, tight-fitting dress incredibly low cut.