Life is a Prologue

Chapter 4

"And what might this idea be?" I question.

He smiles cheekily.

"Well, I heard Paul and Simon talking about a job opening at work. They just need somebody to assist Lou. Someone good with man-makeup and man-hair."

"Man-makeup?" I giggle. "What do you mean by that?"

"I just have to, like, get some of that crap put one my face before photo shoots and stuff."

I laughed at the fact he was referring to makeup as crap. Makeup is my life saver.

"But I don't know," I said trying not to sound too skeptical. "I need a well paying job if I wish to keep the apartment."

He thought about this. I could see the wheels turning in his head. He seemed to have an idea but he didn't share it. I didn't ask him what he was thinking, because he continued on his own

"Well... you could at least try?"

"I guess it doesn't hurt to try."

"And besides, if I tell them I trust you then they'll probably hire you. We've been having a lot of trouble finding someone for the job who isn't a crazed fan." He waved his hands at his own words.

He continued. "And I think I could convince Simon to give you a bit larger pay. It's not like we're going to run out of money."

"Harry," I paused, contemplating whether or not I should say what's on my mind. "We just met today. Don't you think this is a little... much?"

He didn't seem bothered by the question, which I was thankful for.

"Well, you're very nice and you didn't freak out when you realized who I am, so that's a good thing. I like that."

"And," he leaned in closer to me, "you're quite pretty."

Both of us blushed.

Abigail returned.

"Here are your sandwiches! Anything else I can get you?" She was upbeat and smiling.

I returned the smile. "No, thank you."

As I was enjoying my sandwich, I saw a far farmiliar face walk in. I was trying to think if who it was when it hit me.

"Abi!" I stood up and shouted. Maybe it was a little bit loud.

The waitress, Abigail, turned around thinking I was speaking to her.

"Sorry, not you." I apologized and she got back to work.

Abi was striding over and Harry was looking confused.

She embraced me as soon as she could.

"I've missed you so much." She murmured into my hair.

Abi had been one of my best friends back home in America. But since I graduated highschool at 16-I was the youngest in my class and I skipped the fourth grade-I never see her. I moved here to London when I had just turned 18.

"So Abi, why don't you sit down?" I asked.

I raised an eyebrow toward Harry, as if asking for approval. He nodded.

She slid in the booth next to me.

Harry nodded at her and introduced himself.

"I'm Harry."

She smiles at him. "I know who you are. When I was in high school I was obsessed with One Direction." She admitted, blushing.

"Oh, well what happened?" He seemed interested as to why she had a fall out with her favorite boyband.

"I grew up. Your songs are still good but I've developed a different taste in music." She smiled. "But I do occasionally indulge in your songs."

He smiled at this. Then Abi turned to me.

"So, Claire, tell me just how you met the infamous Harry Styles."

I began the story.

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Hi guyssss! I just felt like throwing together a chapter for you (: and I said that Abi is going to work for Vogue's London headquarters... I think that's a real thing! Hah. If it isn't then just pretend it exists (: Bye now. xx