I Can't Change [Narry]

Chapter Two

N i a l l 's | P O V

I woke up the next morning to my alarm clock that sat on a cherry wood drawer beside my bed. I lift my head from being stuffed into the pillows and crack open one of my eyes. I look up and it reads '6:01'. Dang work, why does it have to be so early?

I groan as I lift myself from the once comfortable position and stand on my feet. I rub my eyes while making my way to the shower.

I strip off my clothes and turn the shower right in the middle between hot and cold. I hop in and quickly wash myself before hopping back out in a matter of minutes.

I wrap a towel around my waist and dry off my hair with another towel.

I walk into the bedroom and dig through my messy drawers for clothes to wear. I put on my black boxers, and decide upon either wearing gray dress pants or black dress pants. I decided on the black ones and pick out a long sleeve white shirt, and a black blazer.

I walk back into the bathroom and comb through my hair, letting it dry in a quiff. I brush my teeth and leave the room.

I quickly make a small cup of coffee along with some toast.

I eat the toast before heading out the door with my coffee in one hand.

The streets are as busy as ever. Taxi's rushing through the traffic and people waving them down. Just like I will. I wave my hand and see a taxi pulling up next to me. I step in and direct him to where I'm going. I'm defiantly getting a car soon I will not keep spending money and sitting in traffic in a cab and telling a stranger where I'm going.

I look outside the window while taking light sips of my still hot coffee. People walking quickly through the crowded sidewalks. Headlights and building lights light up the morning. Engine exhaust filling the air as the cars and trucks wait at stop lights and at traffic jams. I take a deep breath, adjusting to the new surroundings.

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We finally arrive after about 20 minutes stuck in traffic. I pay the driver and head into my new office building. I walk in through the glass doors and read the clock that hangs on the wall above the secretary's office. '6:57'. Three minutes early.

I walk up to the secretary's desk and find a young looking lady staring at her computer screen. Her brown hair that is highlighted with bleached ends is held up in a high pony tail on top of her head. Not a single strand lays a stray. Her deep dark brown eyes moving quickly across the interesting screen. She wears a tight maroon dress that has no sleeves. I look at the name tag that sits on her desk. 'Miss Mulligan'. I clear my throat when it's obvious she doesn't notice my presence.

She looks up, her face emotionless. "Can I help you?" Annoyance laces through her voice.

"Yes. My name is Niall Horan and I am here for my new job. I'm looking for Mr. Anderson to show me my office." I lean against the newly polished desk.

She picks up the phone and types in some numbers. She speaks quietly into the speaker. She nods her head before ending the call and returning her attention towards me. "Mr. Anderson will be down here shortly."

"Thank you" I walk over to some chairs and sit down.

I wait a few minutes before a familiar faced man walks through the doors of the elevator. The man who helped me catch a taxi. He looks over in my direction and smiles brightly.

"Niall, you made it" he speaks while walking over in my direction. He puts his hand in front and I firmly take the gesture. "Nice to see you again."

"It's nice seeing you again too Tom- I mean Mr. Anderson." I draw back my hand to my sides.

"Please, call me Tom." His smile is more warm this time as he leads me into the elevator towards my new office.