Life is a Prologue

Chapter 6

I awoke to the sound of my phone buzzing. I checked my alarm clock before lazily picking up the device. It was 7:55.

I didn't even bother checking the caller ID. I just answered.

"Hello? Who is it?" I questioned groggily, yawning after.

I recognized him right away.

"It's me, it's me! Get up! You have an interview!"

I said up straight, just like a character I'm the movies would do.

"What do you mean 'an interview'?"

I could tell he was excited just by his voice.

"Simon! Paul! Man-makeuper!"

I ignored the fact that he used the word 'man-makeuper' and thought about it. He couldn't be serious.

"Harry," I groaned. "What time is the interview?"

"3:30."

"What? That's in, like, seven hours."

He sighed. "But girls take sooo long to get ready.

"Not that long!" With that I hung up and drifted back off to sleep.

•••

I was rudely awakened two hours later by a knocking at my door.

I shoved the blankets off of me and ventured toward the door, leaving the safe haven that was my bed.

Peering the the peep hole, I was taken aback to see Harry standing there.

I swooshed the door open and he wasted no time charging in.

"Harry! How did you know where I lived?"

"Glen told me."

Glen Thomas lived down the hall. He was in his late 20s or so. He had a brownish beard covering the bottom half of his face and small, pointed ears. Though he still managed to make it look good.

"And how do you know Glen?"

"Family friend."

It kind of scared me that Mr. Thomas was telling people where I lived. I'd have to ask him not to do that anymore.

"Come on!" Harry squealed, reminding me of a child. "Your interview is at 3:30! Get ready!"

"Why do I have to get ready right now?" I whined, inching back towards the comforting warmth of my bed. "Is the interview in Canada or something?"

"Ha-ha, very funny. Now get ready. We're going out to lunch first."

I poked his chest. "Is this just a plot to get me to go on a date with you?" I teased.

We were now standing in front of my couch. He playfully pushed me back and I landed on it with a soft bounce.

"No, I'm just a kind person." He was evidently satisfied with his reply, strong off with a smirk on his face.

He located the bathroom and pointed to it.

"Shower."

"I showered last night!" I protested. "And I don't feel comfortable showering with you in my home."

He sighed, obviously frustrated.

"Fine, just do all that girly shit to get ready and I'll choose your outfit.

Rather than protesting against him choosing my clothing, I just let him do it. It would make him shut up and I could just select different clothes when I was done.

After finishing my hair and makeup, I stepped into my closet.

My closet was rather large for an apartment this size. It was a big rectangular walk-in closet with space to hang clothes on the right side and built-in shelving at the far end. It featured a huge floor to ceiling mirror on the left side. That was my favorite part of it.

I was pleasantly surprised with Harry's choice in clothing.

"They love girls with a laid back style. So I chose this." He referred to Simon and Paul as 'they'.

He had chosen white flats, with dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt and a cute pink cardigan. He topped it all off with a black and white scarf.

"I have to admit, I'm impressed, Styles."

He smirked. "Is that so?"

"It is."