Standing Out

Chapter 1- The Agency

Chapter 1- The Agency.

Noel's POV-

Monday. The day of the week that everyone hates the most, I wouldn't normally be worrying about doing anything productive today but I need a job and fast. Who will employ a man with no work ethic or particular skills? No one, that's who.

My name is Noel; Noel Fielding. I spent the first three hours of the morning- mid afternoon, who gets up before noon!?, walking in and out of possible job vacancies, after being turned down time after time. I don't know why, my fashion sense is amazing. And yes I am wearing tight, black leather skinny jeans with a black t-shirt and a knee length jacket that looks like a dead crow but they shouldn't judge me for my style. All my clothes are black, that's my aesthetic.

Keeping my head down as I wandered through the streets of London, the speeding cars and bright lights. The constant noise and sounds of every single person around, all leading different lives and going different places. They all seem to know where they're going, what they're doing and who they're going with whereas I'm just lost in the crowd. I started to think quietly to myself.

What if there is a reason why I keep getting rejected?

Suddenly, I hear my boots cease to crash onto the pavement from under me. I stop walking, looking up to see a tall, thin but attractive man dressed also in black, his ebony locks dripping down the sides of his face as the wind blew through them. However his style was different, it reminded me of a gothic pirate.

The looks people gave him as he strolled confidently down the street with an air of extreme poise surrounding him were indescribable.

His dark brown eyes were focused on me, as I stood patiently still waiting for him to reach the shop I was leaning against.

He was getting closer; his leather boots clicking with every step as he approached me, making me straighten from my normally slouched posture. With a final glance in my direction he stepped right past me, brushing past my shoulder slightly and carried on heading down the busy streets.

I was curious. I would be lying if I said I wasn't; that short moment we had just shared confused me. The mystery guy was getting lost in the crowd and with one final push of determination I headed straight down the street towards him. I was simply intrigued that's all, I needed to know who he was! Why did he stand out so much to me when he was wearing clothes that would normally hide you in a group of people.

Curiosity killed the cat.

I kept replaying that familiar old idiom in my head- reminding myself I was stalking a stranger who I haven't even spoken to, down a road leading God knows where. The mystery man took a quick left, straight down a dark alleyway. It would have been near impossible to notice if I hadn't seen this mysterious man walk through it mere seconds ago.

I followed quietly, keeping a good distance away so I would remain unnoticed. He continued down the dirty, dark, empty alley way until he disappeared around a corner. I don't have a reason for following this man, if he asks I wouldn't know how to respond: this is completely ridiculous. I crept around the corner and was faced by a large, sketchy building which looked completely uninhabited. The grass which surrounded the building had turned yellow from the lack of sun with rubbish littered everywhere.

This is the only place the man could've gone too as it was a dead end; only one way in and one way out. Above the double doors was a simple sign almost hidden by overgrown plants, outlined in black on a white, flaky board.

Detective Agency:
Call - 0118 999 881 999 119 7253

What the actual fuck is this 'Agency'?!

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TO BE CONTINUED!!

Authors Note :
This chapter was completed at 00:45 on 31/7/16
This was only the beginning of this story, we hope you enjoyed it!
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