diana. †
It's been a week and I still can't get use of everything. First, I ran away. Second, I'm working; reading bunch of insane folders with nothing to contribute but headache and third, struggling hard to be 5 seconds early before my partner arrives.
I'm not even sure if Harry is my partner because the last time I checked, I was working with Emma. And however this Harold guy acts, I don't like it. He doesn't like me, okay. But he's really offending me.
I yawned and dropped the papers on my desk, glancing at the wall clock. Harry's late today. I could give him a whack when he enters the door. But to be honest, this is complete bullshit. I just needed to get away from everything. I needed to forget everything and it led me to this.
Just after he left my mind, the door burst open and in came Mr Styles. His curls are in a mess and he was catching his breath, explaining he had run. His camera hung loosely on his arm while his other hand's being occupied by his phone. He still look good.
"Look who's late." I mused.
"Look who's talking." He frowned and ruffled his hair and swiped them to the side. He grabbed few paperworks and handed it to me then said, "We're doing your first official job today. I hope you made a little research." He then tightened his grip on his camera.
"So what do you call these?" I nodded at the scattered papers on my desk. "Aren't these all work?"
Harry frowned and rolled his eyes. He grabbed my hand before I could even breathe. We rushed down to a room at the end of the corner hall. There's no door but a huge black curtain covering the entire area. So, the model is here.
"Miss Jones listen to me. You have to make it real quick, okay?" Harry casually spoke as if I'm in nowhere to know whether he's asking me or not.
And it flashed before my very eyes.
The model indeed. There were few other persons in the room; hair and make-up stylist, the clothing supervisor and just two lads who takes care of the lights and other things.
And me, what am I even supposed to do.
"You interview the models and write down about them." Harry said, answering my thoughts. "You have exactly twenty two hours to finish your submission right after I clicked my camera for the last shot."
I nodded and realized he was still holding my hand. He cleared his throat and dropped it before making his way to the model. I sighed, blushing. Fuck.
"-m okay Harry. How are you?" The girl as thin as a strand of hair smiled exposing her white teeth. Her hair was golden brown and her eyes were chocolate pleasure.
"I'm great, Sarah." Harry beamed. Dimples flashed on both corners of his mouth as he shakes Sarah's hand. "By the way, this is Diana Jones and she's about to chat you in a while."
I waved a little when she gave me a smile. This is so not going to be easy. How do I start asking her? What questions? silly. I don't even know anything about her. Am I supposed to do a background check? How come I don't know anything about all these stuff?
Answering my thoughts again, I snapped. Maybe these are included in those folders I was told to read. Well I left them under my bed and listened to music instead last night. That is why Harry seemed so pre-occupied yesterday. If I had known.
The bright flash of light blinded me.
I realized Harry was already taking pictures. He seemed so professional, aiming the camera perfectly. He smiles and says "Good one Sarah" every other flash. He chewed on his lip as he studies the photographs. Sarah wasn't very bad at all, If only I could be as flawless as her.
She's damn attractive and pretty and not to mention fuckable.
After a few more change of outfits and few more shots, the Photo shoot was over. Harry turned to me from the computer and snapped his fingers. Well, that's my cue then. I lazily dragged my feet and followed Sarah to another room.
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Silence.
I swore to myself that if ever no one speak for the next five minutes, I'm leaving. But the thin line of truth knowing I'm damned stopped me. Harry looked up from his macbook and rubbed his cheek tiredly with pursed lips.
"I know I screwed up okay? Drop it." I huffed before he could even say a word.
He bore his eyes to mine, examining me sharply. His look was so intent i thought I'd fall from my chair. I could tell he wanted to kill me because not only I screwed up but I also dragged him in. He sighed and spoke very slowly, "Do you know how fucking damned you did was? Miss Jones, my work is important to me, I-"
"It's important to me, too okay?" Well maybe not as much as it is to you but I didn't mean to trash that for you. "You haven't told me anything about Sarah fucking Collins! If I had known!"
"It is your duty to know, Diana! It's not my job to tell you all about that it's your work and damn it I gave you instructions last night what did you do? Admire your perfect eyelashes? Straightened your damn beautiful hair? Fucking fuck Diana!"
He thought my eyelashes were perfect and my hair was beautiful? "You didn't tell me Mr Styles!" I could feel heat burning my cheeks. "You were my partner, remember?!"
"Well, I'm not your boss, remember?"
He sat back down on his seat, realizing he had gone up from deep anger. The clear glass divider between us seemed to crack at how high our voices were. What did i even do wrong? I asked the model how she was and how she maintain her perfect body and i told her i thought her eyebrows were fake, i thought i was being humorous i didn't mean to offend her.
I didn't know anything about the poor girl. I didn't make a little research. I can't blame Harry though because I know it's my entire fault. But he could hear my side not yell at me for goodness sake.
"You know what I'm so tired," Harry suddenly muttered calmly. I leaned backwards calmly as well when I knew the tension was broken. "I'm so tired of being cat."
I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn't daydreaming. I nearly laughed but I had to keep a straight face. "Are you joking? You know, so I could laugh."
"Your sarcasm never failed to amaze me Diana." He smiled shyly. Beautiful smile if only he could keep that on his face every time. "But sometimes you have to keep your ice down."
I didn't know where he's getting at but I responded anyway. "I guess we just have to break each other's ice then." He looked at me then grinned. "I'm tired of being a mouse, Harold. I can't keep fighting with you."
"Then don't."
He leaned on my desk with the support of his arms. My heart skipped a beat and I struggled hard to look away. I was sweating.
"-You guys want to- oh."
Emma was by the door, mysteriously peeking. Her bag was hung on her arm and her phone on her hand. "Sorry I didn't mean to interrupt." She blushed and I flushed more likely as red as a tomato.
"You weren't interrupting anything."
"It's fine." Harry added.
I stood from my seat and distanced myself as far as I could from the lad.
Emma smiled apologetically, "I'm about to take Diana out for lunch. And I just have to inform her it'll be delayed because I had to fix Miss Collin's issue."
Now I had to return the apologetic smile. I then remembered I was hungry. I'm too eager to get here before Harry does that I forgot all about eating.
"No, it's alright. I'll take care of her." Harry surprised me.
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Guys, Hi. I'm back!!!!!!!!!!
I'm not so happy i got so many unfollowers. You have to understand school was busy. Plus I had a major writer's block. :( Sorry for being so stupid. Please don't delete this from your library.
So what do you think of the chapter? No Harry and Diana isn't in love yet. Aha :) x
