Just Your Personal Maid

Sofia was only in highschool but needed some extra cash. To keep her and her and her brother alive. Sofia and her brother lost their parents at a yound age. Sofia was only 14 and her brother was only 8. Her aunts and uncles did help her out. But when she turned 18, they kicked her and her brother out cause they said she wasn't young anymore and that she dan take care of her and her brother. Sofia looked for a job an eventually came across a job. A job with a boss that was a big-headed, famou and a complete arrogant jerk. His name was Harry Styles and he was a member of One Direction. The band took a break so that each member could finish their studies even for just highschool. Since Harry was new again for school, he needed a maid to help him. A personal maid. That's where Mark helped Sofia get the job. While doing her job, she found him arrogant an rude, which sofia hated to death. But, the longer she kept her job, they more they felt like she was doing something else than a job.


11. Chapter 9

Sofia's POV

" 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!

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...