Spilled Drinks

Then I decided to see what people said about his personality. I guess that he's covered in tattoos, which I guess makes him some type of womanizer, according to the magazines I searched online. I glanced at him now, searching his face for any hardness or bitterness. I did find some, which frightened me. Who knows how violent he got when he didn't get what he wanted.

I definitely didn't want to see that side of him."


2. Chapter Two

Ann's eyes were focused on the computer in front of her, as her hands tapped away on her desk.

"What in the world is this, Heather?"



"E-excuse me, miss?" I stuttered, placing her tea carefully onto a coaster.

"Well, darling, you seem to have grown in popularity." She said strictly, reaching for her tea and taking a long sip. I was still utterly confused.

"I'm sorry, miss, but I don't know what you're talking about." I confessed, awkwardly standing next to her desk. Her eyebrows shot up, her brown eyes now widened.

"You don't?" Her voice raised with the last word, as if she was testing my knowledge.

I shook my head, casting my gaze to my pumps. "I'm sorry, I really don't, miss."


She motioned me behind her desk, her eyes still wide. She pointed directly at her computer screen, and my face went slack. It was a picture. There was me, my mouth wide with shock, and my eyes huge with anger. Then, next to me, was that boy who ran into me. He must be much more famous than I'd originally thought. I saw the huge, wet stain on my blouse, and his surprised face. Even with that look on his face, he almost looked smug. Like he knew that even though he just burned me with tea, he was still one fine looking man, and could get away with anything.

My eyes scanned the whole page, locating the name of the gossip magazine. Star, figures. I then looked at the heading, searching for his name. I wasn't disappointed.


Harry Styles Mishaps!

Harry Styles of One Direction slams into an innocent bystander,

causing her to spill her scorching hot tea all over her!

We spotted this in a New York City Starbucks,

right before one of Style's concerts.

We are not sure who this girl is,

or if she is alright. More to come!

As always,



"Look, Ann, I swear I didn't know who he was." I explained, pointing at my soaked blouse. She nodded, reaching into one of her drawers and handing me a towel. I thanked her, grateful for the cool, unattractive, dampness to be gone. Now all that was left was a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. What surprised me, however, was the cool, calm look on Ann's face. She didn't look mad at all. She looked almost... happy.

I stood there a while, perplexed as she stared intently out her window. Her finger tapped casually onto the desk, creating even more tension then before. Finally, she adjusted in her chair and looked straight at me, her brown eyes bright with excitement. I smiled back the fear I had.

"I have a brilliant idea." She exclaimed, bringing out some papers and a pen. She scribbled down a few notes, frowned at it, revised them, then smiled and looked up to me. "I need you to do something for me."

I smiled, hoping I looked convincing. She probably just came up with a nice idea about a fashion shoot. No, that's not it. It was something else, and I honestly hoped that it had nothing to do with this Harry Styles. I had a weird feeling about him.

"I need you to contact Harry, and go on a date. I want background information. I want secrets that nobody else knows." She stated, her eyes piercing mine like daggers. "And I want publicity."

Just what I'd been dreading.

I hesitated, deciding between two things. Keep my job and go on a date with the unknown Harry, who for all I know could be a creepy stalker man and kill me in my sleep. Or two, lose my job and go back to living in the Queens. I shuddered at the thought of my old, moldy apartment. I was awoken multiple times by rats, police sirens, and much more. I lost it when I heard a gunshot. I couldn't live there any longer, I was too frightened for my life.

"If you do it, I'll give you a permanent job as a fashion representative. Deal?"

I was going to say yes anyways, but her statement sealed the deal. There was no doubt in my answer as my mouth shot out the word like a bullet.


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