Two Ghosts // h.s

CH. 2

Harry Styles. The Harry Styles. The long-haired member of One Direction. The cute one with the dimples and green eyes.

I wasn't a giant fan of One Direction when they were a thing but I definitely knew a few good songs. And I know they're probably the biggest band of the decade, you'd be living under a rock if you're never heard of them or What Makes You Beautiful. Harry Styles though, he was the one the girls were craziest for. I mean, he was good-looking but I remember in school some girls would probably sell their souls to meet Harry, to meet any member probably. Fuck this was intimidating.

I was wide awake now. "Harry Styles? You've been working for Harry Styles?"

She laughed. "Yes. He's making an album. And he's not as intimidating as you think so relax, Soph."

"One Direction Harry Styles?" I ask, trying to accept this is Harry Styles I may work for.

"Yes! That same one." She said, laughing again.

"Kendall Jenner and Taylor Swift Harry Styles??" I ask, needing constant confirmation that that is the man I'm about to meet.

"I think those are his exes, yeah."

I sink into my seat. I took my phone and typed in One Direction onto Apple Music. I wanted to hear something different, something I might be able to use to see what he sounds like. That's if he had a say in their music, I don't even know. 'What a Feeling' sticks out to me and I play.

Okay, the song was good. Really good. Maybe I should've paid more attention to them before they split. The song distracted me from what was going on around me: We were pulling up to his very secured house. My stomach flips over. What if he's a dick? How embarrassing would it be for him to hear me play, completely hate it, and I pack all my bags and go all the way back home? I cringe at the thought.

"Ok, we're here. Let's go" Sarah says to me, taking me out of my head and opens her door. I follow her lead and walk beside her. I just became aware of how I looked. I had matching charcoal grey sweatshirt and sweats and my hair was up. I was completely bare-faced and there were probably bags under my eyes. I looked like a mess. My sister looked nice, she looked well-rested and put together.

It wasn't that it was Harry Styles that I felt so self-conscious, it was the fact that this was going to be my potential boss. I needed to make a decent impression, I mean this was my dream job! I'm fulfilling my parent's dying wish! But no, here I am looking like a bum. Now I'll have to go back home to Jenny and explain that the reason why I didn't get hired was that I didn't have the sense to clean myself up.

Sarah knocked and we waited for the door side by side. After a minute, a man with long hair opened the door, but it was not the man with long hair. This guy had a small beard and he looked very serious if you didn't notice his eyes. They practically lit up when he saw Sarah.

"Hey." He said, looking at my sister. Jesus, is there something going on here? I looked at them both back and forth, I could feel the romantic tension between them.

"My sister, Sophia." She finally spoke with a smile and gestured towards me.

He brought out his hand and I extended mine, giving him a nice shake. "Nice to meet you."

"Mitch." He responded. He gave a small smile. I could tell smiles from him were hard to come by but he wasn't unkind. "We're all waiting for you guys in the music room."

We nodded and walked in. It was a huge room. There was a piano, an electronic piano as well, guitars, bass, drums, everything. It was beautiful. I gave Sarah a look and then looked at Mitch in front of us, mentally questioning who this guy was to her.