“Hello, you have reached Lashton Industries. This is Janine speaking, how may I help you?” A lady asked.
“Hi,” I spoke through the phone, “I would like to set up an appointment with Mr. Tomlinson.”
“Your name, sir?”
“Harry- Harry Styles.”
“Okay, I can schedule an appointment with him tomorrow at three?” She offered.
“Yes ma’am. Thank you.”
“No problem,” she replied.
I ended the call, and tossed my phone on the bed. Stretching my limbs, I walked into the kitchen. Since there was no actual food in this flat of mine, I grabbed a water, and sat in front of the television. I had three stacks of movies that are as tall as me. Over two hundred movies. A lot of them are Disney movies because I’m a sucker for that kind of stuff. Movies made for children make me feel young again. My favourite movie, however, is not made by Disney, but by Dreamworks- Shrek.
I popped the movie into the DVD player and snuggled on the couch. Pressing play, I snuggled deeper into the couch, and fell asleep.
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Noon the Next Day
I woke up, sun blinding me eyes, “Bloody hell- what time is it?”
Looking over at the clock I saw that it was twelve o’clock. Isn’t my appointment at three? I shot out of bed and into the shower. Taking a quick shower, I thought of how I would introduce myself to Mr. Tomlinson. What does he even look like? I’ve heard people say that he was adorable, and hot. I want to make a good impression, so I made my hair into a quaff, making it look amazing.
It was two o’clock when I finally got everything ready, so I headed out to the car. I owned a BMW so, it was a nice car. I slipped into the leather seat, and started the engine.
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One Hour Later
“Hi, I’m here to see Mr. Tomlinson,” I said, shaking a secretary’s hand.
“Harry Styles?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Right through this door, sir,” she waved me to a nice double door office.
I took a tight gulp, and headed towards the door.
“Oh! Harry!” She called.
I turned around, “Yes?”
“Don’t worry! Louis- I mean, Mr. Tomlinson- is a nice guy! He’s like a child. You’ll see,” she explained.
I smiled, some of the nervousness going away, “Thank you.”
I knocked on the door, and heard a muffled, “Come in.”
I took a deep breath and opened the door. The chair was facing away from me, so I shut the door quietly. The swivel chair turned around, and the man behind it was breathtakingly gorgeous. His feathery, caramel hair was in a quaff, and his piercing sapphire eyes were staring into mine. I looked down to his lips, and saw they were smiling. I looked back up at him.
“Mr. Styles?”
Oh my- his voice was a little high for a man, but that explains his delicate, feminine features.
“Y-yes,” I replied shakily.
He laughed, and it was the most beautiful sound ever made, “Ah, yes. Don’t be nervous. Take a seat.”
I smiled, and sat down in the chair across from him.
He tapped his fingers on the desk, “So. Why are you here, Mr. Styles?”
“Oh, please- call me Harry.”
I reached for his hand, and he shook it. Heat filled my arm and hand, along with my face for having this reaction.
“Okay, Harry-“ his voice sounded so heavenly coming out of his mouth, “call me Louis.”
“Oh, no, sir. I can’t-“
“Please.”
“Okay, Louis.”
He grinned, “Right. So, why are you here?”
“I’m here for the computer job?”
“Ah, yeas. You would be working with me, in this office- if you get the job. So far, you look like a good candidate,” he said.
I smiled, dimples poking out, “Thank you, sir.”
“I assume you brought your credibility files?”
“Oh, yes.”
I handed him the files, smiling like a fool. He flipped through them, keeping a straight face.
“So far, it looks like you have very high standards, is that correct?”
“Yes sir. I do.”
He nodded, flipping through the pages.
“It says here you have attempted suicide twice?” He asked.
My mouth opened a little, as he look at me with concerned and worried eyes,
“Um… Yes sir. I have.”
“Why?” He asked, tears welling up in his eyes,
“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know that was in there-“
“Why, Harry?” He asked, a tear slipping down his cheeks.
“It’s a long story-“
“I have time.”
I took a deep breath and began.
~This was my first chapter potatoes! Comment and like! Please! Or else... the evil potato will haunt you~Kat~
