I Wish I Could Say It Was a Mistake

Chapter 4: I don't care it's obvious

A few days go by and I start to get the hang of my job. I basically only have to do whatever Emma tells me to do, as Emma tells me to do it. Oh, and I've also realised making coffee isn't very fun.

One day, as I'm looking through my Facebook, pretending I'm doing something important, I overhear two of my colleagues, Luis and Mark, talking about what everyone's going to be wearing at the event.

"I can't believe you're going to make the dancers look like that."

"I know. I've got no ideas left."

"And what about Taylor Swift? Is she wearing the same thing?"

Maybe because I'm so bored or maybe because of that extra dose of caffeine in my body, a sudden flash of curiosity runs through my body. I love fashion design, so I actually think I could help Louis. Before I know it, I'm walking towards them.

"Hey there.", I say, trying to pretend I wasn't spying on their conversation.

"Hi, Layla.", says Mark, offering me a warm smile.

"Ok, if he won't listen to me, maybe he'll listen to you.", says Louis, "Be honest. What do think about these looks?"

He turns the computer screen towards me so that I can see it. He shows me a pink and red outfit, which looks like gym clothing.

"You want me to be honest?", I ask, and as they both nod, I continue, "It's a bit tacky. Why did you choose these colours? I think combining a bright colour with one which is not so bright is more appealing to the eye. Look at my dress, for example. I really wanted to have a yellow dress, but I knew plain yellow would be too bright so I put these blue flowers on top. This way, it's still cute but it's not too much."

"You made that dress?"

"Yes, I've made almost all the things I wear."

Louis and Mark seem so impressed that I carry on, giving different fashion techniques and tips. I tell them how they could change the design of the tights so that they don't look like the dancers just came out of the gym, and I take advantage and tell them a bit about my own personal style.

When I finish, Louis and Mark look at themselves with dropped jaws and I smile to myself. Finally, I get to let the world know I'm good at something besides making coffee. 

"Well, it's just a suggestion", I laugh, trying to break the silence.

"I didn't know you knew so much about fashion", says Louis.

"I've got a degree in fashion design.", I shrug.

"Why are you working for Emma then?"

"It's a long story.", I roll my eyes, "Speaking of which, I should probably get back to work."

They both smile at me as I walk away proudly and sit back on my chair. Almost immediately, I receive a call from Emma.

"Don't get mad.", she says.

"Hello to you too. What's up?", I ask, surprised by her greeting. I'm in such a good mood after the conversation I just had I can't think of anything that she can say to bring me down.

"I need you to accompany one of our clients."

"Accompany? As in?"

"Just be with him while he's here. Show him around, take him to his meetings, show him where everything is... You know, accompany."

"Alright, sounds fine. Who is it?"

Without warning, a man walks in the office, followed by a woman and two guards. I stand up, realising that's who I'm going to be with all day, as Emma pronounces the words, "It's Harry Styles".

I hang up and walk towards the newcomers. As his eyes land on me, he opens his mouth in a smile and raises an eyebrow.

"Good morning. My name is Layla Light and I will be accompanying you today. If you need anything, please let me know.", I say, trying to sound as professional as I can.

"Hi, I'm Hannah Panek, Harry's PA.", the woman smiles at me and we shake hands, "I've got so much to do, I hope you don't mind if I go on."

"Please", I add, so she takes a little bow and runs off. 

I look at Harry, who's still staring at me with a cheeky smile.

"I didn't expect to see you here.", he laughs.

I roll my eyes and ignore the fact that I'm blushing, "Yeah, me neither. What are you doing here?"

I realise it might have sounded a bit rude, but I don't care. I only want to evaporate or run away, or... you know, dying doesn't sound so bad right now.

"I think I should talk to Mr. Furt.", he says. I can't figure out if he's also nervous or just acting goofy.

"Sure, follow me."

Harry signs to the other two men behind him to stay there and we walk towards the office. I stop next to the door, and he places his hand on my back as he thanks me. I shiver with the feeling of his hand touching me, and the contract I signed a few days ago comes to my mind. I've got to be professional. I move slightly so that he removes his hand, and I knock on the door.

"Mr. Furt, Harry Styles here to see you".

"Oh, yes. Come in, come in."

Harry enters and smiles at me in gratitude. I leave the office and go back to my desk, from where I can still see what's going on between both men. I fall on my chair and cover my face with my hands. Why am I feeling this way? I really need to get my sh*t together and start acting normal. I grab my phone and call Emma.

"Layla?"

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"Oh, please, it's not such a big deal. Just..."

"Not a big deal????!", I shout, and realise everyone has turned their eyes towards me, so I lower the volume, "Emma, I don't know how to act around him."

"Just be professional. Do whatever I would do.", I take a deep breath. Yeah, like that's going to help me a lot. "By the way, I need you to sort out a few things with catering. I've sent you the details via email. It's kind of urgent."

"Ok, I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks, baby. Love you."

"Whatever."

I hang up and open my email on my computer. I read the email Emma just sent me, but I can't take my mind off what Harry's doing with Mr. Furt. I see both of them moving their hands and shaking their heads as if they were discussing something very important. Why is he here? The other artists haven't come.

After some time, they shake hands and Mr. Furt leads Harry to the door. I run to them as he comes out of the office.

"Hey there", I say, and he smiles back at me.

"I'm so hungry. You want to get something to eat?".