The Escort (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Part 2

The person is struggling to open the door.

"Fuck, why the hell should I always struggle?" that is all I hear from the inside.

What should I do? Run to the couch and make as if I've been here for a while? Wtf, I have only arrived, I don't even know where my room is, now I want to go sit on the couch? Just act normal, Emily. It is going to be fine. James said that she is a good person, he will not lie, except for the fact that she may or may not be a serial killer.

"Fucking finally. I am going to need to get this checked." she says as she finally gets the door open. I am standing in the middle of the entrance and I can't seem to get a word out.

"Motherfuckingbitch!!!, WTF? You gave me one of the biggest frights. I didn't know you are already here." The girl with the long brown hair, short black dress, high heels and fur coat scream all at once.

"I'm so sorry, I did not mean to give you a fright. I honestly did not know what to say." by this time i am already holding my hand in front of my mouth, trying not to get hysterical at her reaction.

"It's fine love, I'm Abby by the way. You must be Emily? You are Emily right and not someone that broke into my apartment?

"Yes, I am. I'm sorry I gave you a fright, but I literally just arrived a few minutes before you did and I kind of zoned out at how amazing this place is on the inside. Plus I did not know where to go"

"No problem, apologies that I wasn't here to welcome you properly, but James was suppose to inform you that I was working." All of this she says while taking off her coat and heels at the door, there is even a coat hanger and a place to put your shoes.

"Well, come along then so that I can show you where your room is located."

I follow her down a hallway, passing three doors and the one at the end she opens. Motherfucking plaza I tell you. This room is amazing.

"So you will see that there is a walk in closet and through the closet there is a bathroom. The bathroom is connected with the room next door. But you are able to lock in from the inside. It is not necessary cause it is just me and you here."

"This is way more than I need. But thank you. I hope I did not take your room cause this looks like it is suppose to be the main room of the house."

"Don't be silly, it is my pleasure. And my room is on the second floor, just up with the steps down the hall. I will leave you to unpack, when you are done you can come and meet me in the kitchen. I am going to go shower and get something to eat." With that she turns around and walks away.

This room is really much more than what I expected. A queen sized bed and a walk in closet. I just need to breath. Plus, she was looking really good and here I am in a oversized pants and a hoodie. I wonder what she must be thinking of me. But before I can think of more reasons why she might hate me I start to unpack. All of my clothes does not even take up half of the closet, and the bathroom is big enough to fit in 10 people at once.

After about and hour of unpacking and calling my mom and texting James I make my way out of the room to find the kitchen. Am I going to be able to find it? Luckily I hear a noise so I just follow it. The noise is Abby that is busy speaking on the phone.

"NO, I told you someone else already booked me for tomorrow, so I can't do that for you."

As I walk in she shows me to keep quiet.

"I will be able to help you the day after tomorrow, and the offer that the client of tomorrow made me is double what you usually pay. Have a lovely evening,Sir. See you later." And with that she puts the phone down.

"So, Emily. What would you like to eat?"

"I'm good thank you, I got something before James dropped me off."

"Well okay then, lets go sit in the living room and chat."

As she walks past me to lead the way, I can clearly see her build of her body. She is so skinny, but also not to skinny and she has the most perfect tan and legs, I am so jealous right now. Plus, she is so confident about herself, all she is wearing is a pair of hot pants and a long-ish tshirt.

"Emily, can I call you Emi?"

"Yeah, sure. What ever you want, except babes or babe. I hate it when people call me that."

"Okay, Emi. What are you doing in this wonderful town and why did you move here?" she asks so lightly sitting on the couch opposite me.

"I am attending the London Dance Academy."

She sips her tea and looks me dead in the eyes while she listens.

"And tell me, James said something about you not having a boyfriend, are you planning on getting one?" She slightly smirks. He probably told her to ask me that. Prick, I will get him back for this, but lets first give her a slight fright.

"He is always blabbering stuff he is not suppose to blabber about. But he is right yes, I do not have a boyfriend and I am also not planning on getting one, because I am actually into girls. You, I have to say, are quite my type." I lightly said that at the end just to make it a bit more interesting.