Chapter Three
Doesn't Matter Now Does It?
Once Paige and I had gotten home that day, she still wouldn’t stop talking about meeting One Direction, mostly just talking about meeting Niall. I glanced down at my phone at a message from Harry...saying he wanted to meet up with me later tonight. I bit my lip, unsure how to reply. Should I say that I was busy? Should I just ignore it? But we have such a connection... But was this all in my head? Was the connection we had just me? Before my brain even could argue, my heart forced me to text him back a yes.
“I’m meeting Harry tonight.” I blurted out, standing up quickly and sliding my phone in my pocket. He would be meeting me in the park in less than an half an hour. “Oh my gosh! You guys are going to get married!” Paige cooed, clapping her hands. She gripped my wrist and dragged me to the bathroom, standing me in front of my mirror. “What are you doing?” I asked as she swept my hair off my shoulders and into a bun on the back of my head. “We’ve got to make you look pretty for, Hazza.” she explained, braiding a strand of my hair and wrapping it around the bun to cover up the hair band. “It’s not that big of a deal.” I sighed, making it seem like I didn’t care, even though on the inside I was spazzing out. “It is...to you.” she grinned, knowing me too well. I let her finish up my hair, surrendering to her putting just a small amount of make up on my face. “Okay! I have to go now!” I groaned, picking up my bag that I took everywhere with me. “Goodbye, Mrs. Styles!” she sing-songed, and with that final comment I slammed the door on my way out.
Once I arrived at the park, I found Harry leaning up against the tree that I tripped on the day we met. “Oh, this tree is bad luck.” I laughed as I walked up to him. He smiled once he saw me, pulling me in for an unexpected hug. It felt nice. I felt safe in his arms for some reason, like it was the world against us. “No, it’s good luck.” he argued, as I put a hand on the rough trunk of the tall tree. “How?” I questioned, glancing at him. “It’s where we met each other.” He explained to me, brushing his hair out of his eyes. I grinned, really looking at him this time. I wasn’t disappointed at my guess that he was completely flawless like the rest of the boys. “Smooth one.” I grinned. He tapped my arm playfully with the back of his hand. “I’m serious! The day I met you was the best, and when I found out I’d be seeing you practically everyday? Priceless.” he told me, the moon the only light that was being cast upon us. “Harry...we can’t be anything more than friends. Much less working together.” I pointed out with a heavy sigh. “Did I say anything about being more than friends?” He asked me with a smirk. I blushed, stammering as I tried to make up an excuse. “You implied it.” I finally got out. Harry just laughed and took my hand, making us walk together, at night, under the moonlight. What a perfect and romantic night to take a walk...with my friend.
We walked together for what seemed like hours, until we finally made our way back to the building Paige and I lived in. “Tonight was fun.” I smiled, as Harry finally took both my hands as we stopped at the double doors. “We need to do it again.” Harry grinned, very, very, close to me. My heart thumped in my chest, I wouldn’t be surprised if Harry could hear it. “I agree.” I whispered, and before I knew what was going on, his lips were on mine. Tingles went up and down my body as I reluctantly kissed him back. But that was before I realized all that was going on. “No! Why’d you do that? We’re friends! As long as I’m working for you, we’re friends!” I cried, smacking him and then wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “I’m sorry...” Harry trailed off, his face confused. “Goodnight!” I hissed, walking inside and slamming the door for a second time that day. Once I got back to the flat, Paige poked her head out of her room watching me walk in. “How’d it go?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows. “Fine!” I yelled, my heart still beating quickly as I went inside my room, closing the door behind me tight for the night.
The next day I walked in to the large building to meet with Mrs. Fields. My head was spinning after all that had happened last night. I wish that I had never gone with Harry last night. No, I’m glad I went. I just wasn’t glad on how it had ended. Once I got to her office she let me in immediately. “I’ll make this short for you, so there is no need to sit.” she said gravely. I swallowed hard, not knowing what was coming next. “As of this morning One Direction has let you go from being their stylist. I’ll let you know tomorrow who you’ll be styling next.” she said quickly, and then shooed me out. My knees felt weak. Let me go? But they all said how much they liked me... “Can I ask why I was let go?” I asked before I left her office. “Doesn’t matter now does it?” she asked, her voice filled with annoyance. I stumbled away and came to my office where a figure sat in my chair. It turned around slowly and there sat Harry, a smile on his face. How was he smiling? How could he possibly be happy after what just happened, after what he just did? And why the hell was he here? “I don’t work for you now. You have no place in being here.” I said, feeling the tears start to swell up. “Exactly, you don’t work for me now, we can be together.” he told me, walking across the room and over to me. I shook my head. “You don’t get it. I wanted this job. Just go.” I ordered. His face dropped. “But now-”
“I don’t care, okay? Please, just leave!” I said a little louder now, choking on the tears that I was holding back. “I’m sorry, Marie. I-” I cut him off again with closing the door in his face. I just wanted to be alone. Although this didn’t mean that I had entirely lost my job, I had lost the five clients that I actually liked to work with. Or should I say the four clients? I could just imagine Mrs. Fields thinking about demoting me, or maybe even firing me all together. “Call me!” I heard Harry call through the door. I smirked through the tears that blurred my eyes. Was he really that clueless? How mad I was at him right now, I couldn’t describe. I sank down on my desk chair and looked at all the scattered papers that laid on my desk. All the clothe designs that I had made for the boys were just waisted hours. I crumpled them all up, throwing each paper ball in the trash can, but missing the shot each time. “Damnit!” I yelled, slamming my hands down on the desk. My eyes caught the site of a bright pink post-it note that was placed carefully before me on the bare part of my desk.
Now we can be together. XX
-Harry
I picked it up and ripped it a part, strip by strip. I didn’t care about them anymore. I would force myself not to care about them anymore. Yes, I would just let Harry slip from my mind. Harry Styles, the boy who cost me my job.
