Monday. It was the first monday that I was starting my new job. I was working at a company for Lucas Mathews. He was the CEO of the company. Before I started, he had interviewed me and now he was congratulating me. "Glad to have you on board Miss Taylor." He smiled as he shook hands with me.
Lucas Mathews was a handsome man. He looked to be about a few years older than I. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and presented himself well. "Glad to be here Mr. Mathews." I smiled. "I prefer to be called Stella."
"Beautiful name. Actually, I have a dog named Stella. Coincidence?" He raised an eyebrow at me with a playful smile on his lips. I just blushed as he gave me a small tour of the floor we were on. "Here's where you'll be sitting. My office is just two floors up.
"You can come see me yourself or just call and set up an appointment. It was nice meeting you Stella." He gave a small nod before he walked away, then yelled at a co-woker who wasn't doing his job. I let out a light chuckle and proceeded to sit at my desk.
My area was near a large glass window that overlooked the city. It was a marvelous sight. "You're the new girl." A voice appeared as I turned my head and was met with a blond. She had her hair pulled up in a tight pony tail. She had bright blue eyes and wore red lipstick.
"I'm Perrie Edwards. I go by Perrie. You're not from around here, are you?" Perrie asked. She had approached my desk with folders in her hand. "Stella. I went here for college. I moved here from Los Angeles." I answered.
"Ah, the West Coast." She smiled and sat down in the desk beside me. "What's it like over there? I've grown up here in the city my entire life. I've always dreamed of the California beaches." I told her all about the west coast and living life there.
"Sounds incredible. It's a shame that you've moved from place to place and that you've never seen your dad." Perrie reminded me of April. She was flawless and easy to talk to. She can hold a decent conversation. Though, I felt that there was another side to her.
"Let me tell you what you need to know about everyone on this floor. Obviously there's Mr Bossman who works two floors above us, total hottie. He has a thing for brunettes, but he'll go for a blond though.
"Sophie, little brat. She takes credit for the work that we do and Bossman appraises her for it, then we get yelled at. Don't let that smirk of hers deceive you. Ethan, he's also a suck up, at first. When you get to know him, he's parties… hard.
"He's always inviting us to go out to the club on the weekends. He's constantly showing up with a hangover, but pops in a few pills to get through the day." She explained three more people: Jade, Jessy, and Leigh-Ann who were close friends of hers.
There was one empty desk which she had left out. "Who sits there?" I asked and motioned towards the desk. "He's late, as usual." Perrie muttered under her breath and rolled her eyes. "That's the fifth time this month. If you're ever late again, you will be fired immediately."
I heard Mr. Mathews voice from down the hallway and I glanced over at Perrie who just gave me a small nod. The guy sat down in the desk before us and ran a hand through his hair. "Nice going Styles." Perrie teased.
"Shut up." His voice sounded familiar. Styles? Was she referencing to- The moment he looked up, our eyes instantly met. His bright green eyes had a familiar sense to them. My heart raced against my chest, but neither of us looked away. "Stella, this is-"
"She knows who I am." Harry interrupted her, then focused his attention towards the computer. Perrie looked at me and gave me a confused look. I mouthed the words 'Later' and went on to do my work.
Finally I landed in the John F. Kennedy airport. New York was definitely a new atmosphere. My mom and I took separate cabs - one to take me to Manhattan and the other to take her to Brooklyn.
I entered my new apartment once I arrived and set all the stuff in the living room. The apartment was spacious and had a great view of the city, especially from the balcony. I sat down on the couch and took out the black box from my bag.
It was the box Harry had told me to open once I land. Why did he want me to open it in a different city? I opened the box and it revealed a necklace, but it wasn't just any necklace. It was his. He had worn them when I came over to his apartment for dinner that night he cooked spaghetti.
A piece of paper had fallen out onto the floor. I reached down and picked it up to see that it was a note from Harry.
I want to give you these so that you can still remember me. Wear them close to your heart.
"So that's it? You two never spoke to each other… again?" Perrie asked as we sat down at a table in the lunch room. I nodded and drank some coffee. "Harry's always been an asshole." Jade said. Jessy and Leigh-Ann agreed; I couldn't blame them.
"He wasn't always like that though." I said.
"It's hard to think that he's a nice guy." Perrie said absentmindedly.
"Well, if it isn't my bitches." Sophie walked in as she held Harry's hand. "Who are you?" She looked towards my direction as I motioned towards myself and she nodded. "Stella." I told her.
"Harry has told me a lot about you." she smirked. "He told me how you were the one who broke his heart." I glanced at Harry and back at her. I stood up from my seat and walked out of the room.
After work, I walked out of the building and heard my name being called. I turned to see that Harry had followed me out. "What do you want from me?" I asked him. He stopped in his tracks as he looked at me with his green eyes. "You lied to her?"
"Of course I lied Stella. I had to. It was the only way I could keep my relationship with-" I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Typical Harry Styles lies to keep his reputation in tact, just like high school."
"This is nothing like high school Stella."
"This has everything to do with high school. You promised me that you weren't going to be like the others Harry. You lied to me." The tears were starting to form, but I didn't dare fight against them. "You hurt me Harry."
A car drove out front and I recognized that it was the blue Camaro. Harry had recognized the car as well. "I trusted you." I added as I gave him one last glare before getting in the car. I began to wipe my tears away as Zayn drove down the street.
He didn't ask me what was wrong, or otherwise I would've started crying again. I didn't know who to trust anymore. I couldn't fully trust Zayn and I know for a fact that I couldn't trust Harry. I guess there's only one person in the word I can trust and that is myself.