Above The Noise Of London

Chapter Ten - Mastered opportunities?

Harry: Even with so much confidence, you won’t find a job that easily in London!

Dougie: Yeah, Juddy’s right. I do believe in your skills but... That seems quite impossible.

Brook was standing still in the living room, just in front of her best friend Hannah, her boyfriend, Harry Judd, and her own “non-official-because-we-didnt-have-that-conversation-yet” boyfriend; Dougie Poynter. She was wearing a white shirt under her navy blazer, straight skirt and pair of heels. She even straightened her hair and gathered it all in a high ponytail. Hands on hips, she was waiting for any kind of agreement and cheerful reaction. None of the several comments fully satisfied her. She ordered Hannah to put on her own tailor so they could both head to the City to find a job. She left her favourite spot – Harry’s arms - to go upstairs, and came back ten minutes later, wearing a black tailor. It was supposed to be similar to Brook’s one but she made some changes; her shirt was all buttoned up and she wasn’t wearing a straight skirt but some large trousers. Brook sighed, moved towards Hannah and opened the two first buttons before ordering her to go back downstairs to put her skirt on. She protested but they managed to find a compromise in the minute. Brook rolled her eyes, caught Hannah’s shirt one more time, and half unbuttoned it.

Harry: Oï! Go easy! I can see her bra from here and I’m definetely not going to let her go out like this!

Brook: And THIS, is the only condition for ME to let her wear trousers for a job applicaton. She has to have a little touch of sexyness somewhere. If she doesn’t have a skirt, she has a deep cleavage. End of discussion, Juddy.

Harry sighed in frustration, Hannah blamed her clothes for few minutes and decided to wear something more casual instead. If she had to fail, at least, she won’t have to wear a stupid suit! Brook obviously didn’t approve but her friend was already waiting outside when she realized about it.

An hour later...

Brook: Hey guys, we’re back! And guess what? I’ve just found a job!

Dougie: Whaaaat?

Giovanna: Haa that’s amazing! Where?

Brook: In a new compagny of event management! Isn’t that great? My dream job!!!

Harry: Nay, I don’t believe it...

Brook: But it is! She said, showing him her officially validated application form of the compagny, based in the London city center.

Dougie: You’ve been gone for just one hour! How did you get it so fast?!

Brook: Ahhh... and you remain so innocent, Doug.

Tom: She obviously made some pre-researches and just had to make things official today...

Danny: Haha! And you believed her! Dumbass!

Dougie: You’re the dumbass!!! Or should I say, the dumBEST!

Danny: Don’t play with me, Poynter!

Giovanna: What about Hannah?

Harry: Where is she?!

Brook: Well...she didn’t find anything today and she decided to stay at Mrs Kingston’s tonight.

Harry:! What? Is she alright?

Brook: Yes, sure... But she must be kinda sad though.

Danny: Go see her, Juddy, and cheer her up with your best skills!

Harry: Shut up Jones!

Danny: No, you shut up!

Harry: YOU shut up!

Danny: YOU, shut up!

Harry: SHUT.UP.

Danny: You’re gonna loose this, mate...

Brook: Shut up! Both of you!!!

Dougie, sighing: When will you grow up guys?

Everyone glared at him.

Dougie: What?

The day after, Harry was making round trips in the living room, racking his brain to decide whether he should go to see Hannah or he shouldn’t. Although, he didn’t carried his wonderings on for long, as Hannah herself opened the entrance door in a hurry. She nearly bumped into him, smiled with embarassement and quickly kissed him; she was frantic. She looked around and asked for Brook. The latter just appeared on top of the steps as she heard her name. Hannah ran to tell her the good news: she has finally found a job, in a pub near the city center, as a waitress.

Then, as expected, Brook gave her one of her best reaction:

Brook: YOU?! Working in a pub?! Oh, you gotta be kidding me...

Hannah: Why not?

Brook: You’re affraid of talking to strangers...

Tom: Sometimes, you can be really clumsy...

Harry: I won’t say anything cause I think you’re an amazing woman and you can do whatever you want with your life! You’ll do great and I’ll always be proud of you and I will always support you!

Dougie: She’s going to be teased, harassed, and maybe even stalked by lots of old perv men...

Harry: I won’t allow you to work here, babe. Forget it.

Giovanna: Don’t mind him; he’s just being oportunist.

Harry: I’m not, Gi! And I’m quite outraged you said this!

Brook: “Outraged”? When were you born? 19th century?

Tom: Don’t mind him; his family is quite better-off so he can be really posh sometimes!

Harry: No, I’m not!

Danny: Harry, your favourite sport is cricket and you often play golf with your dad.

Harry: So what? I’m British!

Brook: Danny, Tom and Dougie aren’t that stereotyped but they’re British either!

Harry: Danny doesn’t count; he’s a frustrated Scottish.

Danny: I’m not frustrated! Scottish and proud! Ya numpty!

Hannah: What did he say?

Dougie: Sounded mean.

Tom: Anyway, we shouldn’t argue about this or about the fact Hannah found a job in a pub... Let’s be realistic; it can be temporary but she doesn’t really have the choice, and for now, it’s better than nothing! She either have to work there nor she goes back to France. And I don’t think anyone here would like that. Am I right?

Silence in the room. Everyone agreed on that so the day went on peacefully, even if Brook spent much time to warn Hannah about the difficulties and the risks of being a waitress in a pub, especially when you’re a foreign young lady.