" Excuse me, has Mr. Styles return yet? " I asked one of his maids that was cleaning the coffee table " no, I'm sorry ma'am but- " she started but I cut her off " please, call me Sofia, I'm his personal maid " I said and she gave me a pityful look. I think she was already at her 30's " I'm sorry and goodluck " she said and continued cleaning " yeah " I sighed and went back upstairs. Lucky me gets to wait until ' Mr. Styles ' gets back. Yipee ( Sarcastically )
~~After 4 Hours~~
" Come on, come to your house already, please " I whispered while sitting at the bottom of the stairs. I was really tired. I mean, it's 12:35 already, who wouldn't be. And yup, you guessed it, Mr. Styles still haven't returned
" That's it, I'm getting some water " I said and went to the direction of the kitchen. I took out a bottle of water and turned around to close the fridge. Once I turned around, someone grabbed the bottle the same time I did
" Excuse me, but this is my water " I said and looked up to see who it was. It was Mr. Styles
" Mhhhm, not anymore " he slurred while grabbing the bottle. He was drunk. He was grabbing the bottle when he slipped, face first on the fridge. Oh dear Lord
I helped him up the stairs and to his room. Once I laid him down, he snuggled on to his pillow. You need to get dressed geneous
" Get up and get dressed or take your clothes off, I need to wash them, hurry " I said and he looked at me wearily " turn around, don't catch a glimpse " he said and I rolled my eyes " flatter yourself huh " I said and turned around
While I was looking at the wall, a shirt was thrown at me, bastard
" You little bas- " I started while looking at him, he was shirtless ofcourse " get up! get dressed " I bossed him around, trying my best to not stare at his, you know
" See this is why you don't drink when you can't HANDLE IT! " I screamed because he pushed me down, making me lay ontop of him " admit it " he slurred while holding me inplace " what? " I asked while trying to make the spaces of our lips big " you have a crush on me " he slurred with a smirk " never in your wildest dream- AHH! " I screamed because he, puked on me, eew, BASTARD!
" You bastard! Eew! Get dressed you jerk! " I shouted while holding my shirt back " I love you " he whispered while snuggling on his pillow again " I love you? I love you my middle finger " I said an left him
I am not a sink! How dare he accuse me of having a crush on him THEN puke on me?! Who does that?! Apparently he does. I hate this job more and more now!