Maid For Styles

Chapter 3, A Job

Hello My Cupcakes, Cupcakes what do you think is Cupcakes a good name?? Okay so third chapter is now posted, sorry about the wait I got  a bit sick and didn't have time to post.....but now I have posted. I hope you enjoy it and don't worry you'll hear how it all goes in the next chapter. I'm sorry I know it's not THAT good, but it gets better.

Have a splendid day/night

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Valeries POV

The heavy footsteps continued, and I could still not see who HE was. He really was a person who walked with a stomp, I guess it was so they knew he was coming, "Well Mrs Caught, show them to me" He said, his voice wasn't as loud know, maybe cause he knew Mrs Caught was right beside him, no need to shout, but he was still rough when he spoke, and still quite loud. "Here they are Sir" she spoke gently to him, she pointed to the line of girls and I was at the end. He stood in-front of the first girl, and I could see a tall lean guy with the curliest hair, that stood in a quiff and was all over the place, he wore black skinny jeans, that where more like leggings, but it really suit him, he was also wearing a blackish grey shirt, I couldn't see what was on the shirt but it he had rolled up the sleeves, quite the fashion statement unlike my plain out fit, not that I could do much without much money.

He stared down at the first lady, there where about 6 women including myself, he looked her over, she looked to be in her fiffty's, with a polite smile on her face, "Too old" he said in his rough voice, man that was rude, he moved on to the next women, who looked to be quite grumpy, quite the women to put him in his place, I watched as his eyes ran up and down her body. I watched as Mrs Caught led the first lady out of the house and whispered something to her, I seriously hope he isn't always this rude. "Too grumpy" he spoke again, man he should speak for himself, I'm sure that lady would have been a happier person then him. She gave him the meanest look I think I have ever seen, you go girl, he totally deserved it. He moved onto the next lady, as Mrs Caught came and took the previous women out whispering again to her. He looked at the lady he was now standing in-front of over, and it only took him a second to come up with something wrong with her "Too happy" My mind began to wonder again, what was he going to say about me? Too ugly? Too unhappy looking? Too weird? Too what? He continued down the line, coming up with reason after reason why they weren't good enough way to make a girl feel bad, he should run a course for people that think too highly of themselves. I began to feel the panic attack rising, I can't live if I don't get this job if I don't get this job, God only know what will happen. I took a deep breath, and continued until I had calmed down, stupid panic attacks.

He soon came to me and had used almost every reason "Too tall" "Too small" "Too smiley" "Too weird" "Too...just no" There he stood in front of me I had seen him before but I couldn't put my finger on where. Just looking at him I knew he could come up with another reason, and I expected the worst, I looked up into his eyes, they where a pretty green, but they showed darkness, and suddenly I saw something wash over his eyes, could it be sadness? they quickly changed back. I looked down at the ground suddenly feeling too intimidated to continue looking into eyes that made me so unsure, sadness then just dark. He took a sharp breath in, expecting the worst of his comments, and to be deafened by his loud voice, I was surprised when he spoke "She'll do" he almost whispered in a more gentle voice, I looked up just in time to see him turn and walk away.

Mrs Caught came up to me and spoke "Do you have your things here?" "Um no" I answered, "Okay, well I'll give you some money to get a Taxi to your house and come back with clothes and anything you might need, medicine and such" She said "Okay thank you" She smiled and nodded before leaving and coming back and handing me some money, "The Taxi will be here in about 5 minutes, so you can just sit down on the couch" she said pointing to a couch over by the big window, I looked around the room as I sat down on the white sofa, and saw a big book case and huge fireplace. I sat for what felt like forever fiddling with my thumbs, when I heard a loud buzz, and watched as Mrs Caught briskly walked over to the front door, she came back in a few minutes later. "Your Taxi is here Dear, so I guess I'll see you in a couple of minutes" she said smiling at me, I stood from the soft sofa, and smiled nodding, I walked out of the front door and got in the Taxi.

I arrived back at the manison, after packing up all the things that I would need. I was welcomed back by Mrs Caught, "I will show you to your room"  she lead me up the first set of stairs and then the second and pointed to the first door on the left, I opened the door and saw one of the biggest rooms ever, I placed my stuff down on the bed, "Okay I'll show you around the house, the room across from you is Mr Styles' room, and yes you must call him Mr Styles or Sir, the room beside you is a spare room, he has many spare rooms in his house, for his friends, the room across from it is his office, this is where he will be most times, do not disturb him unless he has asked to see you" she continued showing me all around the house, when something caught my eye, we had walked straight past this door, "Mrs Caught?" "Hmm" she turned around "What's in this room?" I asked, this room was on the third floor at the very back to the left. "I don't know, but you must never go in there, you do and it'll be the last thing you do, he hates it if people enter there." What could this room be? "Follow me Dear, I have made some tea" I followed he down staircase after staircase, until we arrive in the kitchen, she boils the kettle and makes some tea, and hands me a glass. "So let me just go over a few things, first of all, don't speak to him unless you have been spoken to, you are to be up at 5 each morning and be cleaning by 6, I will be hear by 8, each night I will leave before he has dinner you are to serve the dinner I have left, we have our meals before or after him, never with him, unless he asks....which doesn't normally happen. He always walks with heavy feet and shouts......it was strange when he spoke so differently to you, anywhoo that's beside the point, you get the afternoon off once a week, from 12 to 6 then you are expected to be home and at exactly 6. I leave each afternoon at 5 and he has dinner at about 7, his friends come over often so expect that. Now I think that's it, I am leaving in an hour his dinner will be on a plate on the bench with a knife and fork, he will come into the kitchen and wait for you to notice and pick up the tray it has been left on, you follow him to where he wants to sit wherever that may be, when he is seated you place the tray in-front of him, if he is sitting in a chair with nothing in-front of it to place the tray on his legs, wait for him to get comfortable and he'll look at you when he is, then place the try on his legs, mid thigh, then turn around and walk away, you are allowed to say something but just "have a good meal Sir" you are to do this every night at 7 so watch the clock and know that at 7 he won't be far away, you'll probably hear him coming anyway. Now I will set up the food, after you give him the food, then go do whatever you want, you will have to go back to wherever he has eaten to get the plate and stuff, to wash up, but then that's all you have to do for him tonight. Tomorrow you are expected to clean, you can eat while he is eating but in the kitchen. Now that his food is set up I must be off, Goodnight Miss.... "Valerie Stone" "Miss Stone" "Goodnight Miss Caught" she walked up the stairs, and after a few minutes came back down waved to me and left. This was going to be interesting, and why did he speak differently to me? I guess I might one day find out.....bah who am I kidding.