I sit on my bed waiting for a text, a call, a visit, anything really. I haven't much to do since I broke up with Keith. I don't think I ever even loved him. I showed this affection to him but he never returned the favor. But now I know why he didn't. It's not my affection he wanted but that slut, Kaylee's. We had been together for 4 years. Four entire years and he risked that all for pleasure from someone else. I could give him anything. Pleasure, affection, love, romance, care, anything. All he is is a scumbag. A dirty, lying scumbag. And the worst thing is Kaylee was my best friend.
My thoughts get cut short when I get a call. Yes!
I notice it's my boss, Mr. Andrews, not such an exciting call but still better than nothing.
"Hello?"
"Ms. Black, it's Mr. Andrews. I'm sorry to be calling you so late but I need to inform you on something."
"No problem, what is it?"
"I'm sorry to be saying this over the phone but I'm afraid I have to let you go."
"Pardon me?"
"I have not seen any improvement in you since I last talked to you, and I have to fire you."
"Please Mr. Andrews please don't I promise I'll try harder. I've just had a hard couple of days and I'll be better in no time."
"I'm very sorry Victoria but rules are rules and you have not been following them."
"I can't lose my job Mr. Andrews you don't understand."
"I'm sorry Victoria but I have to go."
"Bu-"
And with that he hung up.
Right when I thought I was getting a call or text from someone who was going to be there for me or give me good news I got the opposite. I realize that I'm beginning to cry. I shove my phone into my pockets, slip on some sandals and head out the door.
I just need to wait it out. It will all get better soon. Maybe Mr. Andrews will call back and say he's made a mistake. Maybe Keith will tell me he didn't actually sleep with Kaylee. Maybe everything will be alright. Maybe I won't be alone any longer. I'm filled with anger and sadness, but most of all fear. Fear of being alone.
I storm into the elevator still clouded with so many different emotions. My eyes are foggy yet I'm not crying anymore. I feel like I'm on fire but I'm not even hot. Unsure of my surroundings for a few seconds, I collect myself and look around the elevator. I see a man that looks around my age with thick brown curls in his hair. He's dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans. I notice he's turned toward the wall in the back right corner. I stand near the front of the elevator near the buttons. I wonder to myself if I should keep the space silent or start up conservation. I decide against myself and start talking.
"Nice weather today." I blurt out.
"Hmm."
"New York is always so pretty this time of year."
No response.
"Hello?"
Again, no response.
I see him grab his jacket and put it on along with some sunglasses. The elevator beeps and the door opens. He begins walking but I grab his hoodie and pull it down, once again revealing his curls. Why I did that I have no idea. He instantly turns around and I lock eyes with him. I stare into his bright emerald eyes and get lost. For a few seconds we are silent.
"You have beautiful eyes." I can't believe I just told a complete stranger that he has beautiful eyes. Well, at least I'm not lying to myself anymore.
My thoughts are interrupted.
"Y-you don't know who I am?" He stutters with a thick British accent and this bewildered look on his face.
"A thanks would be nice and no, should I?" I say in a sassy tone.
I hear him mutter something under his breath. He smirks and steps out of the elevator into the lobby.
"Nice to meet you?" I say after him.
"And what a pleasure it was to meet you." I hear him say in a sarcastic voice.
He steps out of the apartment lobby and into the roaring city. He goes one way and I go the other. I have never really been the curious type. Wait. Why have I never been the curious type? I am the curious type. What am I thinking?
I turn around and follow him.
"What's your name anyways?"
He turns around with a shocked look on his face, obviously not knowing I was following him.
"I should be asking you the same question."
"Well it's Victoria."
"Victoria. A mysterious yet enlightening name."
"Um, I guess."
"Well, I'm Harry. Harry Styles."
"Hello Harry Styles."
"That's it hello Harry Styles?"
"Yes?"
"You really don't know who I am?"
"I really don't know who you are."
"Victoria would you like to go get some tea?"
"Why would I get tea with a total stranger?"
"I am British you know."
"Really? I couldn't tell," I say sarcastically.
He smirks, something that already annoys me about him yet it still fits him well.
"You are the one that followed me."
"Well, I always have been the curious type."
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"I have to say I've never met a guy who likes tea as much as you do."
"You must've never met a guy like me then."
"I can't say I have."
"And you must've never met a guy as good looking as me."
"You are just so full of yourself aren't you? First you ask me if I know you like you are famous or something then you tell me I've never met a guy as hot as you."
"Hmmm. I said good looking you said hot. You must agree." He smirks sliding his tongue over his bottom lip.
I blush and look down in embarrassment. He smirks and I see his dimples carve into his cheeks. And then I get lost in his eyes.
"Victoria."
I quickly look away after realizing that I have been staring. I check my watch and decide I have somewhere to go.
I say goodbye to Harry and quickly return home. Out of my pure curiousity I go on my laptop and search his name.
"Wow."
A/N:
What just happened?! Trust me more exciting stuff is gonna happen soon! And also sorry if the words are a little different then Chapter 1 I had to adjust them to make sense. Lastly, I promise these chapters will get longer I just need some time and I need to get deeper into the story. Thanks guys and vote and comment xoxo
-xxbritishboys
