As always, Monday arrived quick fast, and before I knew it my time on the fourth floor had arrived.
“Oh hi, you must be Jemma, so sorry about Friday, something came up and I had to shoot off” a blonde haired woman said as I approached the desk.
“Oh, no problem” I said as she grabbed her bag and coat and swiftly headed for the door
“Well I’m Katy, and I’ll be seeing you in an hour”. And she was gone.
I plonked myself down in the chair, and this time checked the couch area was free from Cardle-esk ears, and it was.
“Soooo what do we have going on” I said under my breath as I looked at today’s appointments, I tapped my pen frantically as I browsed the list of names, I was never good at having nothing to do.
“Yeah and then he left, it was so weird” I head as the door opened. It was someone on their phone which was a usual occurrence. “I mean she was fine but still, it was just weird. Anyway mate I’ve gotta dash, I’ll catch up with you later”.
I glanced up in my normal greeting manner to find a tall dark haired boy wandering over to the desk. His tousled hair hung casually over his eyes as he glanced down at his phone. He was still fascinated with his phone and tapped away before glancing up.
“Oh sorry, didn’t realised anyone was here” he said as he caught my eye and swiftly slipped his phone into his pocket “How rude of me”.
“Oh no problem” I replied as I shuffled nervously in my seat.
“Harry Styles, here to see Simon at one thirty” he said as he casually leant against the desk
“That’s fine Mr Styles, you’re a bit early, would you like a drink while you wait?”
“Oh no, I’m good thanks. Are you who I spoke with on Friday?” he said with a quizzical look
“Yes, sorry about putting you on hold for so long, I had a misunderstanding with a glass of water” I said as I glanced down, slightly embarrassed
He laughed “Oh no problem, who came out worse, you or the water?”
“Well it went all over Simon’s diary, so probably me as it almost gave me a heat attack. First day and I had potentially ruined his diary” I said as I protectively patted the diary beneath my hands
“Bit of water never hurt anyone, it probably needed a bit of a wash. So you’re new, I didn’t think I’d seen you hear before”
“Well I’m just covering lunch breaks for Kirsty, but I can normally be found down in the press office throwing water over diaries and keeping people on hold forever”
With that Simon’s door opened.
“Ah Harry, just the man. I’m just on a conference call and I’ll be with you, Ka-“ he stopped as he looked at me.
“Ah. You’re not Katy, or Kirsty so you must be…” he paused. Was I meant to say who I was or wait for… “I want to say Jemima but I know that’s not right”.
“Jemma” I said with a smile as I stood up.
“Nice to meet you Jemma. Please could you do me five copies of these” he said holding out some paperwork. I immediately went over and took them from him. “And make me a large decaf black coffee, no sugar”.
“No problem” I said as I turned and returned to the desk to sort through the bundle of paperwork.
“And Harry, I’ll be 10 minutes”.
“Sure, no rush” Harry said as the door closed behind Simon.
“Right” I said out loud, through habit.
“I’ll do the coffee” Harry said as he headed for the kitchen.
“Oh no, really please, that’s my job” I said rushing after him. An artist making coffee would surely get me in trouble.
“No really, I want to, I need a water anyway” he said as I continued to follow him into the kitchen area
“But…” I protested, but he wouldn’t have it and continued over to the coffee machine
“Look we’ve already established you and water don’t get on, so to save you tipping more liquid over more diaries I’ll do it and, it’s really not that hard. I just need to hold a mug, and press a button, and ta-da, done” he said with a smile as he pressed the button.
“Well I guess you’ve done it now so. Are you ok here while I go and copy these?” I said as I angled myself towards the door.
“Babe, I’ve been wandering round this floor since I was knee high, well maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but still, a good few years, and anyway I’m done now so I shall escort you to the copier room” he said as he walked towards me, coffee and water in hand. “So this press office you normally work in, have I, or the rest of the lads caused you any problems?” he glanced at me, know what my answer would be. He was one fifth of Britain’s biggest boyband…of course he had caused me problems, I just needed to word it…politely.
“Well at times yes, I mean Liam being papped hand in hand with what’s her face from The Saturday’s when she’s reported dating thingy from that football team was interesting” I said as I tapped the details into the copier “I’d also massively appreciate it of you could all stay indoors and away from all cameras between four and seven on Friday’s” I said with a smile
“I’ll make a note of that time frame and do my best. Can I ask why?” he said as he leant against the doorframe
“Well between four and seven even Friday the rest of the press team are MIA, leaving me to answer all telephone calls, and therefore respond to any ‘tricky’ questions” I said as I fed more documents into the copier
“Oh I see, well like I said. I’ll do my best” he rested his head casually against the doorframe as the conversation came to an end. I mindlessly stared at the pieces of paper going in and out of the printer and the silence became deafening.
“So” he paused “How long is Kirsty away for?”
“She’ll be back on the 7th” I said as I grabbed the printing and headed for the door, “Are you alright there?” I asked as I reached him and he attempted to do some interesting balancing of the drinks he was holding.
“Well this one’s kinda burning my knuckle” he said raising the coffee and wincing slightly. I immediately stuck the copying under my arm and reached for the coffee.
“No no, it’s hot, take that” he said thrusting the water at me, and spilling a little over his hand
“Oh and you said I was dangerous with water” I laughed as I took his water
He laughed “Don’t mock. We’re now both in the bad with water boat”.
We made our way back round to the reception and he placed Simon’s coffee on the desk and took his water from me. With that the phone rang and I immediately picked it up.
“Good afternoon, Jemma speaking” I said as I sat down and grabbed a pen and paper. “He’s in meetings until three, but if I take your name and number I will pass the message on” I said as I made a note of the time. I took the details of the caller, thanked them and then and hung up.
“Sorry about that” I said as I grabbed the photocopying and organised it.
“No problem. You have nice hand writing” he said nodding toward the note I’d just written.
“Oh” what a strange thing to say, I thought “Thanks” I said as I looked up. Our eyes met for a split second, but for some reason I was stuck, unable to remove my gaze from his.
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Sometimes
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