COPPER | Harry Styles

Ch.1

LANA IN THIS BOOK IS LANA DEL REY BY THE WAY IN CASE YOU WANTED TO HAVE A CLEAR VIEW OF WHAT SHE LOOKS LIKE ILY
"A/N - book trailer won't work so i will put link in bio"

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I patter on my true match foundation, add an even amount of mascara, avoiding any lumps, and re apply my cherry red lipstick. I take my last look in my mirror, smoothing out my black high wasted skirt accompanied by a plain long sleeved top tucked in to it, roughly fluffed out for a looser look.

I scatter my papers i need for the job interview, consisting of past designs i have created and branding ideas. I rush to the door, placing each foot in a plain black heel and then walking to my range rover.

You can say, for my age i am doing good. I'm 19 years old with things some teens dream of. But it was just me being fortunate enough. I grew up with a financially supporting family, but also work hard for my own. Although i haven't gone far with my undying dream. To design and creat new fashion which a whole nation will hopefully adopt.

But today is the day. I'm requesting an interview for a small designing career with Chanel, only small though. I'm planning to climb my way to the top. So far my name won't be in lights for a while.

I ease up the radio tunes to sooth my thoughts, shit i'm nervous. I can only imagine, this is my boss who i am about to face. I can't screw up for a second.

The care engine stops and i finally reach my destination, strutting in professionally in order to show confidence. You know, the stuff i'm running very low on right now of all times.

A kind elderly lady greets me at the main office, but i can pick up the scent of judgment she has over me. I brush it off, i mean she's pretty bad herself who cares. I continue to walk further to faces of nervous and inspired people like myself after getting my tag and interview number.

I look at the list on the wall which indicates what number they are up to right now, 34. My eyes drop down to my tag, 52?! Shit. I have so long.

I decide to go out for lunch whilst i wait, i grab my bag and sheets of paper from the chair and make my way out the grand exiting, this place is flash.

"Ex- uh miss, excuse me. No leaving until the interview is over, we can't have out numbers mixed up. Could you please take a seat" a voice calls, very quietly though not to distract those in concentration. I turn to a warm smile, nicer than the women i had met at the entrance. "Sorry, i'm number 52 and can see that is going to a while away, i was going to head to lunch" i imply politely.

She seemed very sweet, i wonder if she could hell me get out of this place. An even warmer smile is planted along her rosey cheeks, she leans into my ear but keeps great distance, "i do have a way out, i understand you'd want to leave instead of starve here-" she chucks in between her sentence "- just go down the the cafeteria for employees. If the boss catches you just mention my name" she continues.

I thank her gratefully and almost start walking in the direction she gave me before turning on my heel, "sorry, and your name is?" I giggle.

"Rizelle, just call me Riz sweetheart" she mentions back. I smile and walk to the so called cafeteria.

Okay, through the main hall, to the left, and too the left once more. I study her words as i pace through the plane shiny white walls. The lights rays beaming off them causing a beautiful effect.

Once i reach the cafeteria, which jesus i was going to die if i didn't reach it much longer, i dart to the presented food. I guess it's the food they are allowed to have for today.

My eyes scan over the small meals. Cookies, dips, fruits and cake slices. I take a cake slice which looked really nice, well the only thing that didn't look too plane. I then turn to the coffee machine and turn it on, figuring out what each button even meant.

My fingers tremble over each symbol before i pick the most normal looking one, god knows i might break this, it could be a self-destruct button for all i know!

But in my luck, nice warm coffee comes pouring into the plain white mug i found in the shelves. Which i had to rinse off in case some weirdo slobbered all over the thing.

I smile at myself as i watch the smooth coffee come through.

Foot taps from just behind me, impatiently tapping each second. I can't help but boil over, i am nervous for a job interview, came here finding out i have hours left, and had to work out this coffee machine which looks to be in a different language. It's not my fault it takes a while to pour?!

I glare behind myself, signalling the rude bastard that i have recognition of them behind me, but they don't stop.

"Excuse me?!" I hiss as i fully turn around this time to face a tall curly haired man in a black suit, which fitted him perfectly.

"I am clearly also waiting for the coffee to finish so could you not be such a child and wait patiently?!" I half yell. I hate people like this, bitch shut up i get it just wait a little longer okay? chill.

"And you are?" The deep voice queers. What are they going to do, report me? Report the hell out off me then because i am getting my coffee.

"I don't see that being any of your business, the only person who would be needing my name today is your boss." I sass out. The smirk rising on his face makes me want to slap the man. He looks behind my shoulder, "ya coffee is ready sweetheart" he says.

I dumbly 'oh' myself and turn to the machine, grabbing out my coffee and begin to walk away to a seat. The rude man starts up the machine again and chooses his preferred setting of coffee. "Is that mug yours, darling?" The man asks. I shake my head and glare at him in the meantime.

"So i see you got into my things, you know you take what's on display and nothing else" he informs. His things?! So if it's not on display why is he allowed a coffee too?

"Your things?" I scoff, finishing off my cake and coffee as i join him at the bench to clean off my dishes. He grabs his fresh coffee and places it on the bench near my arm. Argh he's got his things can he leave now?!

Suddenly his hands are on my waist, tightly squeezing them. I freeze in my movements, what do i do?! Should i call for someone?! This man is assaulting me!

But i seem to be too scared to even flinch a finger.

I stay still waiting for him to finish god knows what and leave me alone. His tall figure leans from behind into my ear, "darling, i am the boss" he whispers. I can only imagine that smirk reappearing on his face, the one i so badly wanted to slap off.

My breathing stops and my eyes are frozen, well shit.

He still rests one hand on my hip but releases the other to grab his coffee, slowly both hands are off and he is strutting away. Leaving me there frozen for at most, 20 minutes.

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I walk back into the main lounge, he must've had a break from interviews. My steps have become sloppy and useless, i'm better off crawling myself back.

I sit down with an empty expressionless face, probably as pale as a ghost. I probably just lost myself the job i never even had.

Even worse, i still have this bloody interview of his left today..

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