UNPREDICTABLE - h.s

CHAPTER 2 - COMPLICATIONS

"I'm not even allowed to tell my closest friends that this is a job?"  I asked.  "No, it says that on the contract you singed!"  Mikaela exclaimed, calmly.  "No, I can't do that, I withdraw." I yelled.  "Calm down, Sarah.  I know it sucks but this isn't the worst job ever? Anyways you can't withdraw yourself once you've signed the contract unless you have 250,000 dollars."  She added.

"WHAT?  250,000 DOLLARS?"  I yelled.  Quickly I was hushed, "stop embarrassing yourself and me.  His manager and media representatives are literally next door.  Snap out of it.  You told me Brooklyn got that call job you didn't get?  That's pretty good money..  400K a year or something.  You'll be gaining 800K a year, for what? 10 hours a week or so.  You're lucky."  She said, I did agree, this was crazy.  "How long am I contracted for?" I asked, calmly. "Only 9 months."  She said, "let's go in and talk about the storyline between you two. They've already told Harry and he is set to go, you shall be meeting tomorrow in this office."  She said, hugging me.  "Is he nice?" I asked biting my nail.  "Of course, it's Harry fucking Styles."  She laughed, walking me to the next room. 

"Hi Sarah, I'm Margaret.  Harry's manager, and this is Bianca, head of media for Harry."  Margaret said.  She looked a bit scary and old, but her voice was reassuring and warm.  "Nice to meet you all, I'm Sarah, Harry's new fake girlfriend?"  I laughed, "shhhh," Margaret joked, "no more saying it's fake now."  I didn't know what to say so I just laughed.  What have I gotten myself into.  

The next few hours I met up with Johanna Morlette.   She was lovely and had amazing style.  She planned me to look like Dua Lipa, which I loved because her style was incredible.   The total amount spent on MY new clothes, were 23,000 dollars yet I paid nothing.  That was literally quadruple what I had in my bank account but I tried making it seem like I was chill about it all, I really wasn't.  "Hey, so your friend Mikaela has called paparazzi on us to take photos of you walking into the car from the next store so we're quickly going to stop by my office to get you with make up on and styled." She said as she began to pull out of the parking spot outside the store we were just in and towards her office.  

The office was amazing, it was so unique yet perfectly messy and looked as if we had been in the legendary Johanna's mind.  Johanna was known all over NYC, she was seen working with amazing celebrities like Rihanna, Justin Bieber and is always at the Kardashian's houses.  As she styled me, she started small talk asking why I agreed, I said I didn't really know but I desperately needed money and admitted that this didn't seem too bad of a job.  She laughed and agreed, reassuring me that Harry was an amazing boy.  

After finally getting a make over, we made our way to SoHo for dinner where I was going to be photographed going in and out of with Johanna.  I was nervous, extremely nervous. Before I could think further, I heard my phone ring. 

brooklyn: 

hey girly, u gonna be back for dinner? or should i cook for myself? x

"Who is it?"  Johanna asked, "oh, just my friend."  I replied.  "What's it about?"  She said, "because you shouldn't mention you're doing anything too crazy, might blow this whole thing up." I nodded with agreement.  "She was wondering if I can go to lunch with her, I'll say I'm seeing Mikaela."  I replied. 

me: 

nah, not tonight sorry!  

brooklyn:

you've been out all week? are you drinking again?

me: 

maybe one cocktail or glass of wine, that's it.  i'm going to dinner with mikaela. 

brooklyn:

ok. lol, have fun. 

me:

uhhh, will do? i'll be back before 11, mis s you x

As soon as the car stopped, I knew it was time to get out.  Photographers gathered near the soHo restaurant and I even saw Rihanna go inside, it was crazy.  Somewhere, I knew I shouldn't have been but I had been dressed like I should've own the restaurant.  Okay, that's a lie but still, I was most definitely not feeling like my slightly-trashy self.  When we got out all I heard was 'Harry Style's' in every single question.  "are you harry's girl?"   "harry!!"  "harry styles is your romance?"  I ignored and carried walking with my hand over my face, just like I was taught until finally I was in the restaurant, where there, I ate with Johanna and Mikaela who was already waiting for us inside.

She talked about how the meeting would go down and how I should act, Johanna shortly left and we began to talk about the contract so that I knew everything about what I signed up for.  "Oh, I've got you this phone."  Mikaela added. 

 I looked down at her hands where she was holding an iPhone 7 in gold and couldn't help but smile, "I don't need this Mikaela, I've already got the 6!"  I explained but she didn't care, "honestly, just take the phone.  There could be iCloud hackers or anything who could click on, start again with this phone."  She  said and to that I reluctantly took it.

  "But also, I'm gonna need your old phone."  She replied, "what?" I said, shocked.  "You can't possibly think I'm gonna give you my old phone, with all my old photos, old memories-" 

"yes, the contract says this  Sarah.  As I said, I gave you an incredible job and you've signed the contract that we've been through.  Do not make this an unprofessional job."  She replied, sternly.  At this point I knew that mine and Mikaela's friendship most definitely has changed to a boss-worker relationship.