I place the mug on the coffee table, feeling for the remote control as I fall backwards onto the couch. Turning on the TV, I grab my tea and slowly sip it as they play the morning news.
“Four dead after a car crash in downtown Manhattan, leaving two others severely injured”
“Central Park already showing its true colours as Fall is well among us.”
“Millionaire Robert Van Patrick found dead in his home last night as some say he committed suicide due to an uproar with Styles Inc.”
I flick off the television, hugging the warm mug to my chest as the apartment falls silent. All I can hear is the birds outside my window, chirping softly before flying away. I look at the clock and sigh as it reads six forty five. Harry will be here soon and he will be overly pissed if I answer the door in a tank top and pyjama pants. Apparently, according to Miss Wells, I will be travelling with Harry every day to work for the rest of the week. It’s because Harry usually never gets along with his co-workers and if this ‘assistant arrangement’ is going to work, I will need to try and get on his good side. Was there even a good side to Harry? I really didn’t want to find out.
I jump in the shower and stay there for awhile, letting the warm water soak into my hair and body. I’m excited for work, I really am. Glitz Incorporated is one of the most famous magazines worldwide and even assisting a photographer is good enough for me. But why does it have to be Harry? Why can’t I assist someone else?
I get out of the shower and let my hair air dry as I get ready. I’m applying mascara to my lashes as the door rattles and I jump. He’s ten minutes early.
Irritated, I march over to the door and yank it open, a smirk plastered over his face as I look up at him, “You’re early.”
“Oh sorry, I forgot you girls take five hours to get ready,” he laughs, taking a piece of my naturally curly hair and twirling it around his finger. I pull it back and he smiles.
“I need to do my hair.”
“It looks fine as it is.”
I look at myself in the mirror beside the door and stare at the soft curls that fall down my back. I’ve always hated my curly hair and for years I’ve dried it straight but for now I would just have to leave it as it is. I tie it back into a top knot before getting my things and meeting Harry at his car.
“I like it better when it’s down.”
“I don’t care what you think,” I reply, looking down at my hands as he starts the car.
“Ouch, someone’s on their-“
I glared at him before he could finish and he laughs. It’s a long awkward drive stuck in traffic before we arrive at work. I get out before he can say something stupid and hurry along inside, dodging everyone in the way as I check in.
“So how do you like Harry?” Ellie asks, turning to face me as we stand in line at Starbucks. Her red hair is pulled up into a professionally styled bun, little layers framing her face as she gives me a smile.
My mind travels back to this morning. I remember getting to work and Harry avoiding me as I took calls in his office. We haven’t spoken since the car ride but he has a photo shoot this afternoon and I have to be there. Oh joy.
She laughs as we move up, “He can be but wouldn’t you if your dad was Richard Styles?”
Some people give us looks at the sound of the name but we ignore them. I was more than thrilled when Ellie had asked me to join her for coffee. It had been a long morning and I’d been craving a nice coffee for a long time.
“But he’s so rude and grumpy and annoying and-, “the list could go on but I wasn’t going to say everything that was on my mind to a girl I had just met yesterday. Hell, I’d only met Harry yesterday. Besides, Ellie and Harry seemed pretty close and I didn’t want her telling him what I really thought about him. We’re called up and after we get our drinks, we make our way back to Glitz, the Autumn breeze making us shiver.
“I understand, Harry can be really mean sometimes but don’t take it to heart,” Ellie gives me a comforting smile as we get inside and hop inside an elevator, “Evan’s hosting a party as his place tonight, do you want to come? Most of the people that work here get invited so it’s not like you’re unwelcome.”
The doors close and I inhale sharply, “I don’t think I should...I have a lot of paperwork and we have work tomorrow and if we all look hung-over Miss Belle will fire all of us.” The thought of getting fired on my third day causes a pain to erupt in my chest.
“Relax; Miss Belle is hardly around anyway, we’re most likely off the hook.”
The doors open and my heart stops as I bump into Harry. He stares at the hot cups of coffee in our hands and rolls his eyes.
“Typical white girls,” he mutters, side stepping around us.
“Ya betcha!” Ellie giggles, nudging Harry so he trips into the elevator. He gives her a scowl but it looks more like a smirk as the doors close. I finally exhale.
“See? He’s not too bad right?”
I look at the elevator doors, imagining Harry as ‘not too bad.’
All I can do is breathe.
It’s around eight o’clock when Ellie finally arrives, her light knock on the door nothing like Harry’s loud lump of the knuckles.
I double check my outfit in the mirror beside my bed, ruffling my curls before answering the door. Ellie is in a midnight black dress, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders in dainty waves. I watch her look at my jeans and floral top in surprise and I suddenly feel underdressed.
“Was I meant to dress up?” I ask, Ellie’s red lips curving into a smile.
“Too late now, my boyfriend Liam is waiting downstairs in the car,” she notices my dull expression and laughs, “You look beautiful, come on!”
We run to the elevator and I squeal when the doors open.
Ellie pulls me inside and pushes the lobby button a hundred times.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. Harry seems underdressed too, in a white t-shirt and black denim jeans. A tattoo of a name is creeping out of one of the sleeves but he turns his arm away when he catches me looking.
“I live here.”
He scoffs at me as the doors open and we all hurry outside. Ellie opens the door to a white BMW and we all get inside, even Harry.
“You don’t mind that he’s coming with us do you?” Ellie asks as a man beside her starts the car. It must be Liam.
“Not at all,” I lie, moving as far as I can away from Harry. He notices and moves closer.
“Phew, he always comes with me to Evan’s parties so I couldn’t just turn him down,” she grins, winking at Harry in the rear-view mirror, “This is Liam by the way. Liam this is my friend from work, Addie.”
We exchange hellos before Ellie turns on the radio and we sit in the car in silence, my heart beating loudly in my ears. I’m not sure why I’m so nervous to be seated so close to Harry, he just seems to have that effect on me.
“I’m surprised you’re coming, you don’t seem like a party type of girl,” Harry whispers, my heart skipping a beat as his breath lingers on my ear.
“Well your wrong.”
I hear him laugh to himself before settling back down in his seat, tapping his feet to the song. He suddenly starts smacking his hands against his legs to the beat, earning an irritated glance from me.
“Do you mind?” I ask as Ellie and Liam laugh.
Harry turns to grin at me, patting louder as Ellie turns up the song. He just loves to make me mad doesn’t he?
“Harry seriously,” I groan.
“Harry seriously,” he mocks.
When I can’t take it anymore, I put my head in my hands and sigh. I can’t wait until this night is over.