Unpredictable [Tomlinson Triplets & Harry Styles] discontinued

Prologue [Part 3]

The sun was streaming through the curtains of the cross-dresser's room. The rays of sunshine were ever so beautifully shining on the curly man's face. At the moment, Harry Styles was at peace with the world.

That was so—just until the talented voice of Brendon Urie began to sing through his alarm.

And isn't this exactly where you like me

Yeah exactly where you like me you know

Praying for love a little lap dance

A pain in the evening oh

The curly haired cross-dresser groaned in agony as he poorly attempted to terminate the Urie's beautiful vocals. Don't get him wrong, he loved the band Panic! At The Disco. He even went to see the band in person during one of their world tours.

It was just the simple fact that it was 8:00 in the freaking morning and it was a Monday.

Brendon Urie's voice came to a halt when the man had managed to shut his alarm off. Yanking off the covers from his upper body, the tall man sat up and let out a breath. Causing a few strands of his hair to oh so chocolate brown curls to fly into the air promptly for about 7 seconds before falling back onto his face.

He showed a tired smile before stretching for a bit. The cross-dresser made his way over to his bathroom as he began to prepare himself for the long day ahead of him.

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Harry had finally arrived to his apartment after what like an eternity shift at Starbucks. The mailman was about to place the curly man's mail through his mail slot when Harry was so kind enough to receive the letters and such from the man.

He unlocked the door that lead him into his humble abode.

Dropping everything at the door---except his keys which fell into the key bowl---with the papers still in his hand as he plopped himself onto the couch. In less than five minutes he was out like a candle.

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Harry Styles woke up about 4 or more hours later. At first he was confused because it was like those moments after naps where you wake up thinking you're in the future when really you're still in the current life you live in.

He looked over to where his living room clock was hanging over the entrance into the kitchen to find it was about 5:00 PM. A low rumble was erupting from his stomach, causing him to roll his eyes as he stood up and strolled over to the kitchen area.

As he began heating up some homemade fish and chips that his mother made when she visited him last weekend. As the glowing of the microwave shadowed throughout his kitchen, a light blue light shone from the corner of his eye. The man turned around to figure out where the light was coming from.

An envelope with cursive handwriting and rather sparkly blue ink, was the source from where the light was shining.

To Mr. Harry Styles, the envelope had read.

The letters on the piece of paper sparked a little fire of interest into Harry. He grabbed a letter-opening knife from his kitchen and began to open the letter ever so delicately. After he opened the envelope, the curly man fixed his glasses onto his face and began to read the letter to himself.

Dear Fellow Citizen,

You have been selected as one of the various candidates for the position as being a Librarian! Because of this, an interview has been set up for you and Mr. Lassiter to meet on March 3rd, 2017 at 10 AM in London. You will need a resume and a letter of recommendation from your college or work. Also, do yourself and all of us a favor and please dress decently for when you arrive!

Congratulations and Good Luck to You!

-Juliet O'Hara

The letter left him in shock as he reread the letter over and over again, making sure he wasn't reading anything wrong or missing any important information. This letter must have been the answer to all his prayers. This letter was offering the preferred dream job he would rather be working at versus the dreaded Starbucks.

Then again, there were a few factors he had to take into account:

-Talking to his mother and sister about the offer

-Paying his next to last rent if he decides to stay in London and likes the job

-Quitting or "taking a vacation" from Starbucks

-Packing all necessities

-Getting airplane tickets

He reads the letter one more time to find a missing sentence or two at the very bottom of the page.

P.S. We will pay for your airplane ticket and your hotel room until you are granted or rejected of the position.

Well that solves at least 2 of his dilemmas.