Stacy's P.O.V
That girl left her purse at Ed's party last night. I tried to call her back, but I wasnt going to strain myself just to look for some drunk blonde that clearly wanted to leave any way, so I just took it home with me.
Inside was a Juicy Couture wallet, and a black iphone. I looked in her wallet, seeing an I.D. Summer Renolds. Pretty name. God even her id photo was flawless, mine looked like I was attacked by a racoon and he gave me a black eye. Not really, I looked okay, but she looked ten times better.
After failing to attempt to unlock the security code on her phone six times, I gave up. She was one of those people that istead had a number code, had a letter one. Like, how is that possible? Giving up, I decided to just play around with it, typing in random words and shit until it opened.
Stiall? No.
Summer? Nope.
Niall Horan? It unlocked!
It unlocked? She's a fan? But she didnt act like one last night. Maybe she was too drunk out of her mind to notice them or something. I couldnt help but feel totally off about her, like something didnt exactly sit right with me. My thoughts were cut off by the phone vibrating in my hands, signalling someone's calling.
Home, it said.
I panicked a little. What do I do? Should I answer it? Should I not? Should I throw it away and pretend like I never had it?
Definately cant do the last one. I answered the phone, biting my lip nervously. "Hello?" I asked.
"Hi! Who is this?" a bubbly voice said into the phone.
"Stacy." I answered. "Im sorry, is this Summer?" I asked.
There was a pause before she answered. "Yeah. You were the one that helped me at the party last night. How'd you get my phone?" she asked.
"You left your purse on the table when you left, I tried to call you back but you didnt hear me. I didnt want to just leave it there." I said.
"Oh, well. Thanks. Listen, I actually really need my phone and my wallet. Do you think we could meet up somewhere so I could get it?" she said.
I nodded before remembering she couldnt see me. "Yeah. There's a Starbucks on Grosvenor, do you think we could meet there in about...fifteen minutes?" I asked.
"Mhmm" she replied before hanging up.
I'll take that as a yes then. Didnt anyone tell her it's rude to hang up without saying bye?
I scoffed, running to take a quick shower and get dressed before leaving out. Putting on my clothes quickly, but actually taking time with my hair. I do have clients to dress today. Cher's going on tour soon and needs a whole new wardrobe.
It doesnt really help that she's on tour with Rihanna, who I also style too, so that's double the work. Triple, if you really think about it because they both have very unique styles.
Finally being ready, I took the Range Rover over to the Starbucks, parking a few feet away from the door. I walked inside, looking around for the pretty blonde, but seeing her nowhere in sight. I decided to just get coffee, and sit and relax, maybe Im just a little eary.
With my Iced Coffee in one hand, and Summer's purse in the other, I sat on a big comfty couch right infront of the huge windows. I looked up at the clock, seeing ten minutes went by and she still wasnt anywhere to be seen.
Nice.
I was just about to walk out, when she came in, immediately spotting me and sitting down. She hugged me graciously before taking her purse and looking through it. Like I'd steal anything from her.
"Thank you so much." she smiled. I smiled back. She got money out from her wallet, offering it to me. I pushed it back towards her, shaking my head. "No. It's okay." I said. She paused, frowning, before placing the money back in her wallet.
"So, I have to go to work." I started, standing up. "But I'll see you around, yeah?" I asked. She nodded, I started walking towards the door, but her voice stopped me. "Wait. Do you want to hang out? Maybe go out for drinks on Saterday." she proposed. I thought about it for a second before shaking my head.
"I cant, my boyfriend's birthday party is on Saterday." I replied. Fuck. "Oh." she moped. I then remembered how much of a fan she was and got a brilliant idea. "Why dont you come? It's gonna be at our flat." I said.
Her face lit up and she smiled widely. "Omg Im going to Niall Horan's birthday party?" she squealed. I laughed, her reaction was...adorable. I gave her the adress to my flat, telling her to be there at seven pm, sharp before leaving, on my way to my work building a few blocks from here.
That uncertain feeling in my stomach when I first thought of Summer, was gone. She was actually really sweet. I have a feeling we'll be great friends.
