The Maid (on hold)

Ch. 2 'Grouchy & Bossy'

I stumbled backwards when a face was barely two inches away from mine, I heard the door slamming to the wall inside the house and my eyes widened. I catched myself by leaning on my suitcase and looked in the person's eyes that didn't even bother to apologize, how nice. "H-hey." Nervousness took over my sassiness and bravery, good first impression, Pam. He raised his eyebrows before rolling his eyes. Well then. "Who are you?" Okay, he messed up his first impression but still, no need to be rude. "Pam." Surprising myself at how confident I sounded, much better, Pam.

"Right. And why are you here?" Is this dude in his man-period or something? "I-I'm the new- your maid?" My confident was long gone, again, while looking in his harsh eyes. It was not my intention to make my last sentence to sound like a question, but he's making me high-strung. "Okay. I'm in a pissed off mood so give me my space, come in." 

"Why?" I slapped my hand over my mouth. Didn't they say 'curiosity killed the cat'? I'm going to get killed, oh boy. The look in his eyes scared me, I'm scared. He sighed, probably trying to calm himself down. Good. "Not any of your business, here, let me show your room." He grabbed my suitcase and walked up the stairs on his right. I followed him, not trying to think about his bad attitude and tried to get a better look of this house. It wasn't as messy as I thought it would be. A couple of clothes scattered around the floor, and thanks to the opening in the wall leading to the kitchen, rather big kitchen if I mad add, there is quite a lot of dishes. "This is your room." He dropped the suitcases in front of a door. I know, interesting right? A door. Wow. He looked at me, waiting for something. For about 30 seconds no one said anything, we just looked a each other expecting something to happen. At least, that was what I was expecting. When I didn't move an inch, he sighed, exaggerating a tad bit, and opened the door harshly, he walked in the room carrying my suitcase with him. What a gentleman... I followed him inside and looked around. Nothing special, cream colored walls and white carpet. A big bed in the middle of the room and a closet. See? Nothing special. All though, this room is twice as big as mine at home. And my room is quite big! I walked further inside, examining the room I would be sleeping in for a month. The room is in some kind of 'L' shape, so when I turned the corner of my room, I noticed a big window with a beautiful view. Well, not beautiful, just standard. I don't know why I thought that. I looked up a bit and my mouth fell open.

There, just about half a mile away from me, there was a sign. A big, big sign. With my head on it. Well, not necessarily me, but me with a wig. Does that actually make any sense? I stupidly pointed to the big sign and turned around, knowing the rude guy is still here, watching me all the time I was looking around. "Who's that?" I asked and his facial expression changed.

Saying he looks shocked would be an understatement, he looked baffled. "Y-you don't know who that is?!" I shook my head. Of course I know who that is, I just want to hear your opinion about her, or me.... Or both of us, this is and stays complicated. I wanted to laugh at myself, I'm so funny. 

"That's most likely the most famous singer in the entire world, her name is Carly. Unfortunately she never came to the UK, whole England is in love with her. Even me." Wow, I'm famous here, luckily I brought my wig. Maybe I can do something, I don't know, like some surprise performance. Hmm..

"I don't know why I'm talking to you, you're just the maid. Just unpack if you want, you have a couple of minutes for settling down before working." He turned around and I stood there, in total shock. What just happened? "Excuse you?" I sputtered out. He turned around, definitely annoyed for talking back. "What is that supposed to mean? That you're too good to talk to your maid." The sassy side of me took over and I glared at him.

He looked at me, like, only staring at me before walking away out the room. My dad was right, I can't handle a job. And how long been I here for? 5 minutes? Pff... And I'm not even working yet.

I quickly shoved everything in my closet and hide the case of my wig and make-up under some clothes. I walked downstairs and saw the same curly haired guy lying on the couch, scrolling through the channels every 2 seconds. "What now?" He didn't even look up, he just kept on scrolling, I hate that so much. Why looking for something 'fun' to watch, just freaking pick something, oh look, a cook show. How lovely. I rolled my eyes at my own thought and waited impatiently for him to talk. "You're the maid, what do you think? Start with the kitchen and then come back here." Well, looks who's a bit grouchy. I rolled my eyes but obeyed. I began cleaning the dishes and started thinking why that guy was such a pain in the ass. Maybe his currently girlfriend broke up with him, I wouldn't be surprise if she did, I would run, too. Maybe he just despises all the women on this earth. That's probably the reason why he was looking for a maid, a girl, so he can boss her around. Unfortunately, I am the victim. Stupid, stupid me. "God, why me?" I mumbled to myself. Wow, I must be mental.

When I was done doing the dishes I walked back to mister Bossy and put my hand on my hip. "What do you want me to do now, Boss?" I asked, emphasizing the word 'boss'. He smirked, apparently enjoying the way I called him. "Just call me Harry." He licked his lips, waiting for some reaction. I almost laughed. Harry? Who calls her kid Harry? How ironic. A small chuckle managed to escape my lips but I didn't care."Cool?" He shrugged, "just go clean my room, it's across yours." I noticed he finally stopped searching all the damn channels. "Are you a good cook?" He surprised me by asking. 

"I know the basics, why?" I frowned slightly, clearly confused at why he asked.

"Just curious. My friends are going to be here in a couple of minutes so make sure to dress up a bit.... better." Well, that was rude. I looked down at my outfit and winced, he was so right. I'm wearing my orange flip flops, green skinny jeans and a white T-shirt that belongs to my ex-boyfriend. Don't ask why I still have this. Maybe I should've put a little more effort in dressing up before I entered the plain. I nodded and rushed upstairs. 

I opened the closet and immediately searched for my all time favourite outfit. My knee length black jeans and a wide white shirt, this one is actually for girls, not like the shirt I'm currently wearing. I quickly removed the clothes I'm wearing and pulled on the attire I chose, I quickly grabbed my 'Obey' beanie and put it on. I looked in the mirror on the wall and nodded, satisfied with the way I looked. I jumped in the same orange flip flops and rushed downstairs. To my horror, I heard more voices, must be more than 3. Maybe Harry can put on multiple voices and is talking to himself. If so, he's pretty good. I'm being ridiculous, of course Harry wouldn't do that.... I hope... Okay, Pam, put on your brave face and just walk. Okay, why am I so nervous? I'm never nervous.. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Immediately, 5 pairs of eyes all looked at me. "Well well, look what we've got here."

A/N: I was distract by food while writing this so OOPS! I did it again! Okay, not punny..