She's Not My Type

Chapter Four

{Lana's P.O.V.}

 Did he just seriously say that? Who the fuck does he think he is?! Well I know he's the Harry Styles, but he has no right! No right to come in the shop like that telling me he doesn't want me to be his beard! Like he has a choice, please.

 "Lana"

 Brent made me lose my train of thought. Ugh what does he want now?!

 "Yeah?" I replied

 "What happened? He just talked to you... How does he even know your name? You guys never talked. This is so cool" 

 "Slow down big boy. He knows me because his management is offering me a job," I explained. Should I tell him what kind of job? I do trust Brent. He's someone I can depend on.

 "Oh my god. That is so awesome! What kind of job?!" He exclaimed.

 "I haven't taken it yet, and you can't tell anyone. You know I trust you Brent. Even though you can be stupid and childish sometimes," yet again he is a boy.

 "Lana just tell meh! I won't tell anyone, I promise."

 "Well I'mma be a fake girlfriend for Harreh."

 "Whaaaat?! My best friend's gonna be popular!! Whoop whoop" Brent cheered. "How much though?"

 "$40,000"

 "I'm gonna do my happy dance now, okay?" 

 Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. Not the dance.

 "No! Brent it’s fine!"

 Well shouting that didn't work. He started spinning while pumping his right fist in the air and then his left palm was in the back of his head; elbows bent moving back and forth. Much like the ‘sprinkler dance.’ I don’t know how else to describe it, it was very weird. And when I thought it was finally over; he attempted doing the moonwalk.

 I laughed hysterically. He is so embarrassing, yet I can't help but laugh.

 "Before you celebrate I didn't say yes... Yet. And my parents didn't either!" I tried to not get his hopes up. I honestly have no clue what my parents have been discussing about.

 "I think they should say yes. You could quit this job which is sad because I'm gonna miss you! But then you get to quit from Manager Granger."

 "I think so too and there's a high possibility that I'll miss you too. But we can talk in school!" I and Brent don't talk as much as we talk in the shop in school. Maybe because we hang out with different groups of friends?

 "Ms. Fray" I spun around to a familiar voice. It was Mr. Bloomfield. I pasted my 'I-totally-wanna-kill-you-but-I-can't-since-I-barely-know-you' fake smile on my face since he pronounced my last name as 'Fray', when it's supposed to sound like 'Fry'.

 "Uh hi, it's actually pronounced as Fry. Like French fry"

 "I'm sorry, I will make sure to note that" he assured me. "Going back to business, may I talk to you?" 

 "Of course," (I asked Brent to take cover for me again, which he reluctantly agreed to)

 I took a seat on the same place I sat at when I was having that chat with Harry while Will sat opposite of me, placing his briefcase on the table and took out a huge packet of papers.

 "These papers right here are your contract. The reason it is long is because this papers describes the full description of your job, Do's and Don'ts, and basically all the answers to FAQs. I stuck sticky notes on the pages you need to sign," he said, motioning toward the arrow post its sticking out of the packet.

 "Wait, do I still have to work here at Starbucks?"

 "Well, yes."

 Damnit!

 "Oh, okay. Why though?"

 "Well, we like to make you seem like the regular person you are,"

 Thanks, I guess

 "Oh, well if that's part of the job..."

 "Well, would you like to go over *'Being A Beard for Dummies'* section right now?"

 This was all getting a bit too weird to process. I needed some alone time.

"I can't right now. I'll go over it at home and I'll somehow send it to you tomorrow. Brent's probably stressed from all the customers."

 That was a terrible excuse. There were only two colorfully dressed blond girls and a guy talking on the phone to his boyfriend in line.

 "Oh... I see."

 Did I detect sarcasm?

 "Where shall I send this to?"

 "The Blue Day Hotel"

 "Alrighty then. I'll be there by 5:30 at the latest because of school and stuff."

 "Okay. Well, just in case there's a problem, contact me with the number on the fifteenth page of the packet."

 "Okay" I said as he rose out of his seat. I followed his actions.

 "Pleasure doing business with you, Miss Lana Frey," he extended his hand for me to shake.

 "Pleasure doing business with you too, Mr. Bloomfield" I shook his hand.

 He turned towards the exit, pushing the door and left that soft sound of a bell behind

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 A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. It's a short one :( What do you think is going to happen next? Comment! Do you guys honestly like this fanfic because I feel like you don't, since we only had 1 vote and 1 comment. Feedback is much appreciated. My mom said that it's no use to writing this if only one person actually likes it. Anyways, thank you for reading! If you would like to read another wonderful fan fiction read -A Summer Love- by niallslittlethings69. If ya can't find it tell me and I'll put it up on my public reading list.Oh and sorry for uploading so late.Got caught up in homework and stuff :/. 

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