"All I wanted was a bit of excitement.
All I did was apply for a job.
And then all of me fell deeply and irrevocably in love with him."
Natalie Moon applies for an unknown job, and falls straight in the lap of One Direction. More specifically, Harry...
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I send the tweet and stare at my phone for a moment, watching as people start to take notice of it. Ever since Harry agreed to my idea, Halloween has been in the back of my mind. It's almost September now, and two months isn't that long to get costumes made.
Harry offered to get a professional designer to make them, but I felt really weird about the idea. I know there are loads of talented people out there, some who make a living out of their passions but are pretty underrated, or people who it's just a hobby for. I don't feel comfortable using Harry's platform for my gain if I don't then pass on the favour and highlight other people's work.
It just feels icky.
I know that people will look at me because of my position to Harry. The close to a million people now following me on Twitter already tells me that. I don't want to be one of those... influencers? I'm not a celebrity so I guess that's the word? Someone in the public eye. I don't want to be someone that people look at and all they see is them flaunting their wealth, or their boyfriends wealth, or pretending like life is all rosy.
Bekah's already been on the phone to me flipping out that she's got random people following her now after I followed her, which is crazy to me. She seems happy about it though, and said that she reckons they'll quickly get bored of seeing picture after picture of her nights out.
Bekah's started dating, and I honestly couldn't be happier for her. Turns out not having to babysit me every second of the day has allowed her to have a social life. I feel bad, but she keeps telling me I'm being ridiculous. She met Davy at the pub one night, and apparently he stayed and chatted with her even after closing time.
I scroll through twitter absentmindedly, my eyes landing on photos from Harry and I's night out last week. My eyes widen as I spot the lipstick marks, very clearly visible on Harry's neck. One photo is of us holding hands, waiting for the taxi, the other of us kissing. I think the photos are sweet. I don't have that many photos of us so I quickly save them to my phone. Harry might not be a big fan of them though.
"H!" I call out, waiting until he pokes his head out of his office. His hair is all fluffy around his face, and he looks sleepy. He's been working hard on something the past few days, but his eyes crinkle as he smiles at me.
"What's up?"
"Have you seen the photos of us from the other night?" I ask, just curious. He comes over to join me.
"No... why? Are they bad?" I hand him my phone.
"I think they're quite nice, actually, but I wanted to check that you were aware of them." He smiles at me and hands me my phone back.
"I can't say I'm thrilled, it feels slightly weird to have photos of us kissing on peoples phones," huh, didn't think about it like that, "but then, that's what I get for kissing you in public."
He leans down and gives me a kiss.
"Sorry about the lipstick." I say with a smirk, not particularly sorry.
