Bittersweet love || l.s.

Chapter One

     "Fuck. " I groan as I turn around to turn off my annoying alarm clock. I get up and stumble to my bathroom to take a quick shower. I brush my teeth and I'm all set.

Now time for breakfast, the only thing that really makes me happy that I'm up at this point. "Morning Oli." I say while passing by my roommate.

"Morning H," he says while looking up at me, "Slept well?"

"Always." I smile.

Yes, I am a morning person and I do eat avocado on toast every morning- don't knock it till you try it.

"Any luck with finding a job?" He asks, "Because I sure have some shit for you."

"No way dude," I say with my mouth stuffed, "Tell me, what did you find?" I say looking at Oli who is now putting his shoes on and getting ready to head out for work.

"My boss is looking for a nanny, I told him that I have a friend who worked in kindergarten," he says while taking his coat, "He said he would like to interview you, so think about it, yeah?"

I nod mumbling a quick bye, before I drifted in my thoughts completely. That could be a great job, I mean his boss is loaded as fuck.

Oliver always helps me out. I knew him ever since I was born. Our parents are family friends and his parents are mad rich, that explains why he works for England's biggest businessman. When he tuned 21, he decided to move out and asked me to come with. Now bare in mind I was 18 so that was a big step, but I did it anyway.

I clean up the kitchen a bit and decide to go for a walk. I take my coat and shoes and head out. On my way out I see Mrs. Morgan, a cat lady. "Hello Mrs. Morgan, how are you today?"

"I'm very well Harry, Blue misses you. You should come by sometime." she smiles at me, while watering her beautiful red roses.

Ah Blue. "Of course," I say smiling, "When I find time, I will. Bye, Mrs. Morgan. " I wave at her and she vawes back.

Blue is a cat that Oli and me found on our doorstep. We both had a job back then and we couldn't keep her, so we asked Mrs. Morgan to take her and she agreed. We named her Blue after The Beatles song "For you Blue", an absolute banger, by the way.

I walk a bit around London and head to my favorite place. Yes you guessed it, or maybe you didn't- its a record shop. This is John's place. I use to come here when I moved away, everyday. One day in particular, John complimented my taste in music and that's how we started talking, plus he let's me play music on record player everytime, so of course I'd come here. I help him out thought, always.

"Hey John," I say as I enter the shop, they are playing "Killer Queen" by Queen, that's what we call good taste!

"Hey Harry, just in time! I need a favour," he says while looking at me happily, "I need you to help my son, he's in storage room unpacking some new records."

"Of course! I'm at it boss." He chuckles and I give him a polite smile before heading to storage room.

Anthony.

John's son Anthony is the most annoying person on this planet, and I love everyone, so that says a lot.

I head off to the storage room, while regretting ever coming here, to see Anthony sitting on one of the packages, strolling on his phone.

"Oh my God Harry, check this out", he says while shoving his phone in my face to show me a picture of a girl, "She's so hot. She's definitely into me. I asked her if she wants to go out, and she said no- but I know that she's playing hard to get." He stands up.

This is what I have to deal with. One thing about Anthony is that he won't take a no for an answer. I thank God everyday for not making me one of those girls that he texts.

"Maybe, but what you should be into is work so get started." I say while unpacking boxes.

"You know Harry, I can get you on tinder, I think you need to bust one out," I mentally roll my eyes so far that I saw the back of my brain, "you are too tense."

"My sex life doesn't concern you, so start working and be quiet, please."

"But-" he starts.

"The answer is still no Anthony so shush."

I can't wait to be home.

Some minutes pass by and Anthony actually listened! My prayers have been answered, thank you God.

"So," he says, "how's life treatin' ya?"

Neverfuckingmind.

And this is how my days pass. Eat, walk, record shop, eat, sleep. Pretty boring I know.

After 4 hours I start to head home.

One minute in the same room as Anthony feels like an hour, so imagine 4 hours then.

It's chilly today but of course I didn't bring my jacket with me. On my way home I pass by "Louis Tomlinson Inc.", place where my dearest, rich best friend works.

Louis Tomlinson.

I've seen that man handful of times, he doesn't really like public thought. It must be easy to be rich, you have everything that you wish for. If I was rich I would like to have a Green house with every flower there is and a lot of kittens. That's definitely a dream of mine.

A car is parked in front of my house, that means that Oli is home.

I walk inside and see Oli sitting at table and eating Chinese takeout, typical Oli, "Hey lad," I say, "How was work?"

"Eh, boring as always." He shrugs. while taking the last bite and standing up,"My boss wants you to come with me tomorrow, so he can interview you. Did you think about it?" He looks at me questioningly and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah I will go. I'm very nervous though, what if he-"

"Stop over thinking and being negative. Louis is chill, if he likes you he will hire you, and you are very likable." He pats my cheek and takes containers and paper bag from Chinese takeout, throwing it swiftly in the trash.

"Thanks, but-"

"Harry, I said something. Stop being negative and let's watch some movies and shit. I ordered food so take some and come with." He walks in the living room and flops on the couch. Our living room is connected to our kitchen, the only thing separating it is knee-high wall.

"Yeah sure." I say. How can I not be negative? He definitely has better offers than me.

"Harry, he doesn't have better offers, trust me." He says. Did I say that outloud? Whatever.

"I'm going to head to sleep," I say while standing at the doorway, "Goodnight Oli."

"Goodnight H. Don't think about it too much." He blows me a playful kiss.

I smile at his silliness and head upstairs. I definitely can't eat. I'm so excited, but yet I'm so scared.

I hope he likes me.

I stand in front of my closet, thinking about what to wear tomorrow. Pink botton up, or white botton up? Yeah, pink of course and black jeans- and we are set.

I take a quick shower and brush my teeth. And no I don't wear pajamas to bed, I sleep naked. I blow a kiss to my
Freddie Mercury poster on the ceiling. I mean can you really judge me? He is a legend and he deserves to be up there, and however I like the fact that he's the first thing I see when I open my eyes.

I drift of to sleep, thinking about tomorrow.