When opportunity knocks

Chapter 1 - The Search

"Uuuuggghhhh! We're never gonna find a job," exclaimed Prisha. She was lying on her bed looking up summer jobs with her best friend Amy. They had been searching for hours, slowly scrolling through the internet, clicking on sites that offered something, but no luck so far. Scroll. Click. Scroll. Click. It went on and on, and they were rapidly losing hope. Prisha was about to close her laptop, covered in Harry Styles stickers, when Amy suddenly caught sight of something. An anonymous user of totaljobs.com was advertising for an assistant, only one.
"It's only advertising for one person," stated Prisha. The silence hung in the air between them like laundry on a washing line. Heavy, uncomfortable. They just lay there, side by side but at the same time not together. Finally, Amy sat up, "I'm not gonna take the job," she said. She spoke quietly but you could tell she meant it.
"I won't either," replied Prisha. The two had been friends for forever, and never fought. They both remembered the day they met. They were six, Prisha was on a taster day for her new school. She nervously walked in to the classroom, her barbue backpack slung over her shoulders. The teacher, Mrs Smith, welcomed her, smiling broadly, and introduced her to her buddy for the day, Amy Jones. Prisha and Amy clicked instantly, and when Prisha joined the school, they spent everyday together. Because its so easy when you're six years old living a problem free life, sheltered from bad things, and unaware of what was to come. You lived in the moment. And that's what they did, and ten years later, they still spent every day together. They both exchanged a look of knowing, of understanding, as they sat cross-legged on Prisha's bed. A look that said, "you can trust me." Then Amy broke the silence.
"I guess i-... never mind."
They hung out at Prisha's house for the rest of the afternoon, until Amy's mum called her and she had to go home. As she was walking out the door, she turned around, "I wonder who the anonymous user was."
"I guess we'll never know."
But Prisha wanted to know. She lay there, alone, curious, wondering. It would do no harm to have a look, surely? She rolled over on her stomach and reached for her laptop, opening up the advertisement for the assistant job. She noticed an email address at the bottom, and, knowing it was wrong, clicked 'compose'. She couldn't do this to Amy, it was wrong. She would find something else. THEY would find something else. But what is she didn't, she thought to herself. Minutes went by, and Prisha made her decision.
She felt guilty as she filled out the application and typed;

Dear whom this may concern,

My name is Prisha Anderson, I'm 16, and i was wondering if the assistant job was still available. One question though, who is the anonymous user? If it is available, could you please contact me via this email address.

Kind regards,
Prisha Anderson.

She closed her laptop immediately after she clicked send, as if that would make what she had just done any better. The guilt consumed her, of breaking her silent promise to Amy, for betraying her. She felt sick to her stomach, and skipped dinner, telling her mum she had a headache and needed to sleep. She didn't sleep. Instead, she sat, staring at her laptop, refreshing her inbox every few seconds, waiting impatiently for an email back from, well, she wasn't sure who they were, but she also wasn't a sure she cared. Or not yet at least.

For the next few days life went on as normal, school, volleyball, hanging out with Amy. Prisha had nearly completely forgotten about the email, when after she arrived home from volleyball practice on the last day before Summer, she saw a new email in her inbox. It was a reply.

Dear Prisha,

We appreciate your email, and your interest in the position, which is still available, and we would like to offer you. You may start on the coming Monday. And in regards t0 your question about who it was, you will be the assistant of Harry Styles.

Kind regards and we will see you Monday,
Dave

OH.MY.GOD.
She was gonna be the assistant of HARRY FREAKIN STYLES. Maybe this was a scam, some practical joke. No, it couldn't be, it was on a job site. She was shocked. She sat, staring at the screen, as if she was imagining it, like if she looked away it would disappear. She risked a glance away, it didn't disappear. This was for real. Prisha threw her laptop on her bed and jumped up and down squealing. A thought brought her down from cloud nine, "What about Amy." Slumping onto the floor, Prisha thought how her best friend would react, so she decided not to tell Amy about the job. She didn't think twice about declining and immediately emailed back.

Dave,

Thank you so much for the job, and i would like to happily accept. I will see you Monday.

Kind regards,
Prisha.

She didn't have any homework because school had ended now, so she decided to watch some Netflix. She was binging 'The Vampire Diaries. She picked up her phone multiple times, typing and deleting texts to Amy, but she didn't know what to say. She knew though if she didn't say anything that Amy would become suspicious. So, after quite a few tries, Prisha sent a text.

Hey, what's up. Wanna come over for a bit, it's still early xx
Amy text back immediately.
Sure, I'm on my way xx

Fifteen minutes later, the two were in Prisha's room, 'Call Me By Your Name' playing on her laptop. Prisha wasn't really watching it though, instead she was trapped inside her own thoughts.
What if she finds out? She won't find out. She'll never forgive you.
And on and on until the film ended and Amy went home.

As she lay in bed that night, she thought about her new job. She would get to meet Harry Styles. She was such a huge fan, she had Harry Styles bed sheets, all his CD's, posters, and loved going to his concerts. Now she was gonna actually meet him.
This is gonna be the most amazing job ever.

And it would be....

(Star and comment please, chapter 2 is coming)