For Once In My Life

Rachel's POV

January 1st 2014 12:04

Dear Diary, I think that before we begin this New Years resolution crap maybe we should get better acquainted? I'm Rachel. Some call me Rach, others call me Swaggy Rachey B. But please, let's just stick with Rachel.

So, let's get this sorted. Your purpose this year is to help me keep track of my resolutions because apparently, according to mother, I need to become a 'better person' (as she called it).

Here we are then, my list of resolutions that will probably only last the first week:

• Find a man. (And I do mean man, I'm done wasting my time with silly little boys.)

• Find a job. (A real job. I am not goin back to babysitting little shits.)

• Lose 2 stone (Because the rest of the list is already unrealistic)

• Begin. My. Life.

But hey, diary. I've already sort of completed resolution number 2. I'm starting my new job at radio 1 in 3 days so wehey. Let's see how long that lasts, shall we?

I'll try to keep you posted on how my other resolutions go. (If they do go at all!)

Stay swag,

Rachel

January 4th 2014 22:26

Dear Diary, Oh. My. Fuck. I just got home from my first day on the job and let me be the billionth to say I made an absolute pleb of myself

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Flashback

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I walk into the reception of this huge, huge building and am so busy looking up at the ceiling that I walk, full-force, directly into this buff suited and booted man,

"OMG, I am über sorry" I shout, spitting on his shoulder a little bit. And might I say Rachel, what an excellent adjective to use to a stranger,

"It's fine." he mutters, clearly annoyed, "You're Rachel? I presume."

Oh god, they know about me already,

"Yes, Rachel Baynham," I say, shoving my hand in front of him for a handshake,

"Pleasure's all mine" he reluctantly shakes my hand "Well then, Rachel let's get you started. You'll be on Coffee duty."

Coffee? Really? Are you being ridiculous with me now? The job I applied more said a lot more than coffee duty. And before I knew it I was rudely pointing this out to him,

"Yes, Miss Baynham. Coffee. we have very important guests on the main show today and we simply cannot have an unfamiliar face around them. So, for today. Coffee."

He then doesn't say a word while he guides me to the kitchen, keeping a safe distance while also not letting me out of his sight. Oh god, he hated me already.

I've been in the kitchen a good 10 minutes before I decide I should actually put some coffee on. While I wait for it to be ready I get down on my knees and begin to pray. You heard right, I'm praying. I really do not want this to go pear shaped and this seems to be the only way I can keep this job at the moment.

Just as I'm finishing of my prayer I hear a deep dark voice behind me finishing it with me,

"Is that you, Jesus?" I shout while turning around.

No, it is not Jesus. However, his face is heavenly. It's a curly-haired boy. I'm sure I recognise him from somewhere,

"Sorry, I-uh... I thought you were Jesus" I say, making an extra effort not to look him in the eye,

"No, I'm Harry" he says.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Harry? I knew I recognised him. I let out a little squeal of excitement that he just sort of ignores,

"Not to seem rude. But who are you and why are you here?" asks Harry ever so nicely. Still in awe of who is standing in front of me I pick up my pot of coffee and say,

"I'm Rachel, I'll be making your cof-" but before I can finish my sentence I carelessly fling the pot of coffee out of my hand and the burning liquid lands directly on Harry's arm. He almost instantly screams in pain. I rush to the sink, turn on the icy cold water and pull him by his good arm toward the sink. I begin pouring water over his arm like my life depends on it. After a while his arm starts to cool down,

"I just want to say I'm very very sorry, Mr Styles,"

"Mr Styles? Who told you you had to call me that?" he asks, laughing at me,

I pull my attention away from his arm just enough to give a polite giggle. But then, it happens. We make eye contact. Actual honest loving eye contact. For a whole 15 seconds and everything. Until some other staff member comes and interrupts us,

"Interview's in 10 minutes, Mr Styles"

"I'll be there in 2" he shouts back keeping his eyes locked on mine. I grab him a tea towel to dry his arm, give him a smile and send him on his way. He gets to the door way. Stops. Turns around and says,

"I hope we can see each other again. Maybe with no hot beverages involved next time." he smirks before walking out the door. I put on another pot of coffee and think 'Oh, I will see you again, Harry Styles. Even if its only in my dreams'

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End of flashback

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What do you think diary? Was this day really so bad? I mean, there is no denying I am an extreme pleb. But if Harry told me he wanted to see me again then maybe it wasn't so bad. I don't know. I'll keep you posted.

All my love,

Rachel.