Coffee Cups (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Three

Andrea Palestine
-2:47pm-

"You do?"

"Yeah. His name is Niall. Niall Horan. The boy from Ireland." She smiled.

"He didnt seem irish. Is he very young, with a scar running down his face?" I questioned. The little boy's appearance was still fresh in my mind and I dont think he was anyway close to irish.

"No? He is about your age really. A nice boy. He works at the coffee parlor just down the road right?"

"Just down the road. But you've got the wrong person. I was talking about a thriteen year old boy really."

"Oh. I have never really seen him in town. Anyway, would you like to start eating?" She asked, holding up the China plates. I nodded, jumping off the counter to help her but she protested, like always.

"Do you think I should go call father? He has been up there for quite a while."

"No. Mr.Clifford told me he was going to have an important meeting with his friends. I dont think we should be disturbing him."

"A meeting?" I chuckled. "Isnt he retired? And why would he have a meeting here?" I just heard them talking about football, didnt I? Weird.

"He...um..just his old friends have come over and he wanted to spend time with them I guess?"

"Its more like you are questioning me Sam. I can call you Sam, right?"

"Sure."

"So Sam, care to join me." I asked taking my seat in the dining table. The beef smelled delicious. Long time it has been.

"No. I cant." She asserted before heading out the kitchen for the grocery bags and starting to put them all into place.

"So I sit here and eat all alone by myself like an idiot. Not that I am not used to this by now, but I thought you could keep me company, now that you finally opened up to talking to me."

"Lets take this one step at a time, shall we?" She giggled patting me on the back.

"Whatever you say Sam. Whatever you say. So anyway, how old are you?"

"I am thirty one. And yes, I am married."

"Oh.. you must have a child right?"

"Not...not really. My husband's infertile. So we were planning to adopt a son, but didnt really have the time to. Anyway, I work and he works, so it wouldnt have been fair for the kid."

"Yeah."

Samantha walked about the kitchen, stuffing food products into cupboards and drawers. She was a very effiecient worker. Throughout her seven years of working here, father had not a single complaint about her. And believe me when I say, he expects perfection and when he doesnt get perfection he complains or fires. Thats practically his motto.

"Hey Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"You have been my father's assisstant for seven years now. So what exactly do you do?"

"I just manage your father's medical files and arrange for meetings. He still has some clients who come to him frequently. And he also needs a planner which I take care of. If you hadnt noticed, he is a very organised man." She replied, taking a seat next to me. "I can right?"

"Sure you can. I cant really order you to not take a seat, now can I. Its more my father's job."

"Absolutely. So what do you do up there in your room. I havent ever been there." She motioned to the third floor, a dusty wooden door at the very end, the only room on the floor. Creepy, yes but I prefered that to my father's room that overlooked the annoying traffic with the incessent honking and screaming of frustrated drivers.

"Eh, just the usual. Eat, sleep, t.v and read. Thats my life now- books and laziness."

"You read books? Thats nice. What do you have."

"You like books? Thats unbelievable."

"In a good or a bad way?"

"I dont know. Just didnt peg you for a reader I guess. Not a very good judger. "

"I can see that."

"I have wuthering heights, the divine comedy and inferno. The books I like the most. Not amazing but appreciatable."

"You seem like a hard critic. I have read wuthering heights, a sensational book. I did try reading the divine comedy but I was seriously unable to comprehend a single word."

"I agree. It did take me a total of three years but it was worth the try, I guess. It is a breathshattering book if you fully understand and analyse it."

"Right."

"Do you know why father came here? This place is a hell-hole." I grunted, pushing aside my plate after finishing every single piece on the plate. Sam immediately took the plate to wash it up in the sink. "The lunch was delicious."

"Thank you. Your father came here when you were ten I guess. He hired me as his employee at that time. I didnt work here, but at his office. He just told us there were some family issues. I dont really know though."

"The worst house he could possibly rent in London."

"He owns this house, Andrea. Didnt you know?"

"I dont know anything, so this isnt surprising at all. But really, what was his work?"

"I dont know if you are supposed to know, but he owned a company that manufactured and selled bio-weapons."

"Is that illegal?"

"No. He had a license from the governement. It was not one bit illegal." She stated almost immediately, defensively. But I didnt really question that.

"I see. So he owned a company but now doesnt. How does that work? Shouldnt he still take-"

"Andrea? Andrea!" Father's low call heard, as he came storming into the kitchen. He was dressed in a suit, which was slightly inappropriate, with a burning cigar in his hand as he looked around frantically before locking his eyes on me. "Ah! There you are. If you are ready, we will be going out."

"Going out? Where to?"

"Out Andrea!" He snapped before turning his attention to Samantha. "And Samantha, my clients are still in the office upstairs. They had like some wine and snacks, I guess."

"Yes sir."

"So we are going out?" I confirmed, one last time, running my hands through the knots in my hair. He nodded, taking my hands in his and literally dragging me out the doors.

So this was the first time in six days that I am finally going out. A new record!