Why Her? -Harry Styles*ON HOLD*

Chapter 8: Blair

***Blair's POV***

It's finally Saturday and I was up in my room talking with Erik.

"So, what's going on with you and Mr.Styles?" He asked, dragging out the word 'so'.

"Ugh, I told you in the car on the way there, nothing at all it was just for a project. And we should probably work on that soon," I replied, whispering the last part.

"Mhmm, sure. Just a project," he continued to taunt me.

I just glared at him an sternly told him, "out. Out of my room." He got up laughing, holding his hands out in mock defense. Suddenly my phone started ringing so I ran over to the charger, unplugged it, then finally answered it.

"Talk to me," I spoke.

"Is this Blair Johnson?" The person on the phone spoke.

"This is she," I replied happily.

"Well, Miss Johnson, my name is Rick Miller. I am the manager of the Nando's restaurant. I was told you were looking for a job?"

"Uh, yeah. I was."

"Okay, well I think you might be perfect a Nando's waitress. Do you think you could stop by around five?"

"Okay, sure! I'll be there! Thanks!"

The phone hung up. I looked at the time and saw that it was 4:47. Well shit. I got up and went over to my bathroom. I got my brush and started moving it through my hair. I decided to leave it down in my natural waves. I decided to keep the makeup simple, as usual, and put on a thick coat of mascara. I then walked over to my wardrobe. I decided that no matter how much I wanted to wear shorts, they would not be the best thing to wear in this weather. Rick would think I'm crazy.

I threw on a pair of black leggings, and a loose gray tank top. I slipped on my brown Uggs, and walked over to the stairs. "Erik!" I shouted out. He came running up the stairs.

"What?" he asked.

"Sorry about that. I didn't know where you were. But anyway, remember how that waiter at the restaurant, was asking about the job thingy?" I answered very enthusiastically.

He nodded.

"Well, his manager just called me and I'm going there now! So, bye!" I hopped down the stairs and went over to the kitchen island. I grabbed my keys and purse off the counter. I walked over to the front door and ran straight to my car. Too excited about getting to the restaurant to care I was getting wet.

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I walked into the restaurant doors, soaking wet because I had to park all the way in Tim Buck To. I checked the time on my phone and I was only a few minutes late. I walked over to where the cash register was and saw Logan there, looking very happy.

"Hey there, Miss Blair," He greeted.

"Haha, hey Logan. I'm here to see Rick something," I told him.

"Oh yeah. He said he was having a meeting with someone. And his last name is Miller," He answered back kindly, slightly laughing.

Logan brought me to some room and told me he was in there. I walked into the door and gave him a small thank you.

"Hello, I'm Blair Johnson. You must be Mr. Miller," I said to the man sitting at the desk. He looked like he was in his early fifties. He was slim and had a little stubble on his chin.

"Oh, please, call me Rick. It's a pleasure to meet you Blair," He responded.

About twenty minutes later, I was leaving with a huge grin on my face and a new job. I ran back over to my car, but when I got there I was sorta out of breath. I guess because soccer practice has been canceled every week because of the rain, I wasn't really used to running. Well that's just awesome. Sarcasm intended. I should probably start running again in the mornings.