"Can I see you in my office, Styles?" Mr. Hobbs was waiting outside his office door for him.
He briefly nodded and made his way in. The room was spacious and he picked the chair on the right. He shrugged off his coat and draped it over his arm before he sat down. Mr. Hobbs sat across from him and pulled up a profile on his desktop.
"Have you met the new receptionist?" The aging man asked. "Her name is Amelia Wise an-"
"-Yes, I've met her," Harry sharply cut him off. "Although, I don't understand why you replaced Sandra? She was always early and did the best to her abilties! The mistake she made probably wasn't that b-"
"-Harry," Mr. Hobbs knows how much the young man hates the use of his first name. "Sandra passed away over the weekend. I tried to call but you never answered. Her funeral is being held this Sunday."
He didn't know how to feel. Sandra had been the receptionist at Washington Inc. since before he started and was one of the only people he tolerated. She was also the only one who understood him and his routines. Now she's gone.
He kept opening and closing his mouth trying to process words, but nothing came out. He was speechless. He couldn't believe how different today has been and it hasn't even hit eight o'clock: all because of Miss Amelia Wise. He glanced down at his newly-scuffed shoe and remembered his encounter with her.
"Sorry for your loss," he finally mumbled. He stood up, tucked his chair in and exited the room.
He was confused as to why he didn't get the call. He reached down into his dress pants pocket, slid the phone out and unlocked it. He scrolled through his missed calls and found a two next to Mr. Hobbs. After letting out a sigh, he walked to his office next door and sat to work for the next few hours.
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After editing a countless amount of manuscripts, he checked his watch that displayed Nine o'clock. He let out a sigh and put everything away into its organized drawers. After putting a few reminders onto his white board, he pushed his chair in and walked towards the elevator.
When the doors opened to the lobby, he saw Amelia typing away on her laptop. There was an empty mug next to her. He assumed it was the coffee that was held in the break room, which he thought was utter trash. Her eyes were starting to have bags under them and he was worried since it was only her first day.
He took long strides towards her and placed his brief case on the table. She didn't seem to notice him right away so he took the time to put his coat on. When she finally looked up, she got startled and hit the mug to the floor. He sighed with annoyance and she shot him a sheepish smile. After a bit of time they both helped clean up.
He apologized to her for overreacting this morning and she accepted it. After them both not knowing what to do next, he went to leave.
He stumbled back when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist.
"What's your name?" She asked.
"Harry styles," he said with a small smile. "Are you almost done?"
He saw her look back at her desk and nod quickly. He walked her to her car that night, which was when he had said "Goodnight Amelia."
And she had replied "You too, Harry."
Okayyy so I started this in July and I'm just now back lmao! But I've been busy with marching band season and dance and honestly didn't know how to continue. But I'm back..hopefully! Anyway thanks for reading!
12/24/16
-I decided to publish this now on 07/10/19 due to this chapter being finished but unpublished in my drafts since over a year ago hahahahaha
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