COPPER | Harry Styles

Ch.2

I pace back and forth, number 51 is in there interview, and judging by how long they have been in there, it's almost finished. I'm next.

You can't imagine the horror this is, a zoo in my stomach. I might throw up! It's one things having an interview with your "soon to be" boss, but the one you obliviously had a go at !?

Number 51 runs out in tears, my eyes narrow at the sight. Three that i know of have cried so far, i assume those are the people he didn't give a chance. Is it bad that i'm sort of happy my competition has been narrowed down. Unless my previous actions just decided my fait.

"- number 52, Lana Del Rey?" A females voice calls for me, snapping me from my thoughts. It's the nice lady, Riz i believe, who snuck me into the cafeteria.

I raise my hand as i walk towards her indicating that i'm here. "Oh darling it's you!" She beems. I smile nervously hiding my thoughts towards this. Her hand raises to her mouth as she whispers dearly a good luck before sending me through the massive doors.

Okay this is it, remember your posture, pronunciations and advanced personality.

I strut though, having a bad pace each step as if i'm walking on sewing string.

"52, are you drunk?" The familiar manly voice asks, not even facing me. I guess he can hear my uneven pattern. Although i am nervous, the thought of how rude he was before makes me gain a piece of self respect back. Making me a little mad. Is this going to go down well?

"I wish, it would make this easier" i growl to myself quietly as i take a seat, looking towards my polished heels.

He finally turns around, chuckling at either the possibility he heard my remark or the fact that he recognises me from before, jesus i'm a fool.

He 'uhh's himself as he takes his own seat, "you darling are the girl from the cafeteria am i right?" He queers. I nod to the floor.

"I've been waiting for y- hey look at me and speak up" he suddenly turns from an angel to the devil.

I snap my head up to him in fear only to see his hand reaching out as if he would do it for me if i took another second, shit this man is for real.

"Yes i am, my name's Lana Del Rey" i whisper, fearful of whether this man can hurt me or not.

He nods in approval, signalling me to stand and twirling his finger as if he wants me to- to what?! - "Mr..-" i check his desk for any tag but there's no sign, my eyes then scan his clothing until i see 'Styles' badged onto his dark tie. "-Styles.. I hardly believe twirling for you is necessary?" Why in hell would he want me to twirl, I'm the designer not the model.

His eyes turn a demonic dark, "we will have to get one thing straight girl, you do as i say in this job" i immediately obey and twirl once for him, showing my full body length. He nods again in approvement. I stand still there not knowing whether i am even allowed to move.

"Good" he whispers but i just catch a glimpse. What's good? He hasn't even asked me anything?

"You're a pretty young girl Lana, but why have you come here, you need professional standards too young girl not just looks" he scoffs. I guess he's targeting the fact that i'm only 19. "Out" he orders, waving his hand towards the door.

Anger grows inside my body, each ligament wanting to damage his being. I can't believe his ignorance?! He has asked no questions, not even for a file and believes judging by my young age and "looks" that i am not suit for the job. I'll show him.

I nod, letting the anger drain out in each movement i make. "If that Mr.Styles is how you treat a lady, i will just go to my guaranteed offer are Gucci, shall i?" I lie. Okay i did have an offer but not guaranteed, i have 15 days until the offer is out.

I sure did like it there, but it wasn't my fit in design. I had a taste for unique, odd, yet trendy and slightly vintage like designs. This place is screaming out for me, or me for it. I needed this place. And god will i get it.

I begin to slowly strut out, feeling his eyes burning into my body. Which pisses me off even more, this man believes he can't have a 19 year old in his business so he checks her out instead. Pedophile.

Suddenly i stop, slowly turn on my heels to face him once more. "Silly me, i almost forgot, Mr.Styles" i speak up sarcastically as strut in a fast pace to his desk, slamming my previous work files filled of MY designs and articles which made the papers and leaving his office. I plant a smile on my face so no one suspects weakness as eyes dart to me, eager to see any sign of what they are up for.

I say i kind goodbye to Riz who sits on the edge of her seat to hear all the news, her face was red hot when i mentioned his attitude. She promised me -"if god isn't going to slap that boy with reality them i volunteer" i giggle at her remark.

I give her a warm hug for the support and leave still with that planted smile on my face, although it doesn't seem to fake. I still have a chance, if he just looks at those darn papers he'll see.

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I walk through the doors to my home sweet home, i just want to kick my feet up, snuggle into a warm blanket and watch AHS. My phone number is with Riz and in my files i gave to Mr.Styles so if they have news they can call.

I kick off my heels and run up to my room, quickly pinching some of my big brothers chocolate as i pass by with a faint "hi"

He's staying for the weekend just for a visit, so he assumes. There has to be a reason why he'd come? Seriously he never just 'visits' me??

I open the door to my room and rid of my bra, that goes off damn first. Soon after the rest of my clothing apart from underwear and change into my oversized 'the 1975' tee which reaches just above my knee, i take out my long brown hair and ruffle it up.

I run back downstairs with my favourite blanket in my right arm and my Doritos in another. I place the series movie into the player and watch until my hearts content.

As soon as i could feel my muscles relax for the first time today, and the hoods of my eyes start to drop, the all too familiar default ringtone alarms me until my senses come back to life. I stare at my screen, figuring out who in hell is calling me whilst i judge the unfamiliar number.

"FUCK" i screech as i answer the call realising that it could be either Mr.Styles or Riz.

"H-hello, Lana speaking?" I say, only imagining the horror if it weren't them at all.

"Lana, this is Mr.Styles calling, i would like to reschedule an interview with you, and or possibly give you the job. You seem very professionally interested in this job and see great potential" he says, taking a breath before continuing,

"I was mistaken, if you would like the job with no further interview to cover small details i can offer that, but this is your last chance for an interview which will go over only a few important rules." He offers.

I can't decide which is best, i want this job to me under my name asap but i need to also know what i'm in for, i could be signing up for murder if i just skip the interview and hope for the best.

"I would like to reschedule the interview, thank you." I half demand

He agrees to my request and hangs up, so tomorrow at 10:15? i'm there.