One Direction Dirty Imagines

Unknown - Harry Styles Part 2

Miserable was the only way Katie could properly describe her day. After receiving another phone call, she wasn’t greeted as nicely by Darren calling to wake her from the alarm she’d slept through. She’d sloppily put herself together, dropped three pans as she pulled them from the ovens, spilled plates worth of food, had to stay later than normal and it was all because of the tingly voiced man that she now hated.
She stood in the kitchen and shoveled the leftovers from her mistakes into her mouth, eyes tearing at how everything had gone wrong. Repetition she thought she hated, but now she knew how badly she craved it. Repetition kept her sane.
When her phone rang again, back pressed up against the door of the oven, legs crossed before her, she slid to answer and sighed at the UNKNOWN flashing before her.
"Hello?"
"Well you don’t sound very chipper," the man said. 
Katie could feel the blood begin to boil beneath her skin. “I’m not."
The man chuckled. Clenching her unoccupied hand into a fist, she took a deep breath to keep back the tears that threatened to spill. “Why’s that?"
"You ruined my day," she answered simply. “What’s your name? I want to refer to you personally when I’m complaining about you."
She was angry that he seemed unfazed by her annoyance. “My name is Harry."
Katie scoffed and closed her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief at the posh voice on the other line. “Well, Harry, it’s been a pleasure having you ruin my life. But I’ll thank you kindly to never dial this number ever again. Goodnight."
Ending the call and tossing the phone to her side onto the tiled floor, she slouched against the oven and finished the container of food. 
Much to her dismay, it was the best meal she’d had in months.