Being Me
Chapter 4
I take a deep breath before I walk in and am greeted with a receptionist who dosent seems too excited to be here. I make my way to her preparing my papers for her to look at. I hand them to her and she seems to be irritated by my presence. I scoff quietly and inspect the front room while she checks my papers. The front room is simple and holds nice art pieces on the wall, nothing like the usual cheep, cheesy looking paintings. I like it and deem it a cozy environment… well except for the snooty receptionist.
“Um. Jane is it? Yeah, you need to follow me.” Says the receptionist.
“Okay,” I say quietly as I follow behind her. She is really tall and her heels only add to it. She takes a sharp stop and I almost bump into her.
She looks down at me with a scowl and nods her head to the door. I quickly open the door and am greeted to two desks in a simple looking office space. One of the desks is taken. The figure looks up at me and then at the receptionist. He’s a guy and very attractive with light brown hair and nice blue eyes that I can see from where im standing. A lovely smile takes over his face and he stands up to greet me.
“Hello love, im Louis.” His voice is smooth and I am finding it hard to keep from blushing, but I manage.
“Hi im Jane.” I look back at him and he is looking me deep in the eyes. We are interrupted by the receptionist who’s name I really need to learn.
“So Jane here are the scripts that will need revision and these are the casting requirements. Go threw the people and separate the people who make them and those who don’t. They must be done by Wednesday.” I look back at the lady and see here name tag, Tiffany is her name. Before I can ask her any questions she’s out the door. I turn around and Louis is smiling at the door where Tiffany left.
“Is she always like that?”
“Only on Mondays.” Louis says taking a seat back at his desk. I laugh and Louis soon joins me.
I take a seat at the other desk right nest to him and look through the many pages of scripts. It’s a lot of work but I don’t mind.
“So are you doing the same thing I am?” I ask Louis wondering what exactly he is typing out on his laptop.
“Nope. I am a writer… or an intern writer anyways. I applied for a more creative internship.” He says looking back at me and smirking. I smile and look back down at the huge stack papers.
“Well I better get started,” I say huffing. I grab my small pencil bag from my bag and grab a highlighter and my phone as a reference… and an occasional distraction.
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Louis is nice and too funny for his own good. When I take breaks Louis is all to willing to distract me from going back to work. His way of working is completely different from mine I need to completely concentrate, but Louis reclines in his seat and lazily chats with me as his fingers move swiftly along the keyboard. I look at my phone and see its ten past five. I look back down at my work and am impressed by how much I have gotten done. I leave a mental note to self to bring my laptop so I can watch the videos and see if they make the casting requirements.
“Hey it’s a little past five, I think it about time we leave,” I say as I grab my bag Tiffany pays us no mind and as we scurry past her.
“I need to hail a cab,” I say quietly as we walk towards the sidewalk. Im starting to worry I wont have enough time to get ready for my date with Harry. Louis shakes his head and effortlessly hails a cab for me.
“Thank you so much!” I say rushing towards the cab.
“No problem, sorry I couldn’t drive you a ride. I actually rode my bike here.” He says scratching the back of his neck nervously. I smile back at him and wave goodbye. I am glad my internship isn’t horrible like I thought it might be, Louis really did make it better and im thankful for that.
I arrive at my home shortly and jump out fast, almost forgetting to pay the cab driver. I hurry up and open the door and pick up the clothes that I threw on the floor earlier. I rush to my bathroom and jump in the shower. I quickly wash off and throw a towel over myself. I approach my blow dryer and cringe at the thought of heat damage two times in one day, but this is a date and im pretty sure a damp braid wouldn’t be appropriate. I finish blow-drying and though on my undergarments along with my dress. I like the way the crème color looks on me. The dress hugs my body perfectly without looking like a stuffed sausage. (A/N: I almost threw up when I wrote that. Lol :))
I am not very good at putting on makeup exactly so I do what anyone my age would do… I look up a makeup tutorial on YouTube. I decide a natural evening look would be nice since I doubt I could do a Smokey eye or anything like that. I draw a thin line over my eyelids and flick it out slightly. I apply my favorite mascara and put some blush on. It’s not that big of a difference but im not going for the whole clown look tonight. I search through my makeup bag and find the perfect shade of lipstick; it’s a peachy color and really pulls my look together. I find my small clutch bag and put in my essentials for the date. I pin my hair back and slip on my shoes.
Its 6:30 when I check the time and am amused by how excited I am. Im practically shaking. I walk downstairs and sit on the couch and scroll through my instagram feed. I am distracted and am brought out of my trance by a knock on the door.
Oh god. I am suddenly nervous. Too nervous, and I feel like im going to pass out. I just need to calm down, this is what people do they go on dates. But I serieveryone goes on dates with people as attractive as Harry. I get up slowly get up and prepare myself before opening the door. Breathe. I open the door and am greeted by a well dressed Harry. He has a black button up shirt on and somewhat fitted trousers. He looks really hot and has is hair pushed back out of his face to show off his gorgeous face. I try to make eye contact but Harry is looking me up and down, I feel like he is inspecting every part of my body and I suddenly feel naked. I blush deeply and struggle to form words.
“Well hello Jane, you look amazing tonight,” says Harry. I suddenly feel a little self conscious. Did I not look good yesterday? I brush it off easily though I refuse to let my thoughts get the best of me today.
“As do you Harry,” I surprise myself with how calm and relaxed I sound.
Harry smirks and bows slightly ushering me through the door. I smile as Harry links his hand with mine. Harry opens my car door and I happily jump in. Harry goes to the other side and starts the car up. He begins to drive off and I begin to feel nervous again.
“So where are you taking me?” I ask nonchalantly looking out the window.
“It’s a bit of a surprise,” Harry says and begins to tug on his lip ring with his teeth.
Oh god. I had expected him to give me some clues as to where he would be taking me but he stood his ground and refused to budge. I huff in irritation at him but instead of a hint I get a loud chuckle out of him. I begin to worry when I see we are in a quieter part of town. I really hope Harry isn’t a psychopath or anything.
“Your not a murderer are you Harry,” I say quietly. I can’t stay quiet though and let a small giggle escape my mouth. Harry looks at me with his lovely green eyes and I feel my stomach flip. I return the smile and harry quickly returns his attention back to the road.
“No Jane. Well there was this one time…” He says very seriously. I feel like I know him well enough to tell he is joking so I play along and give him a horrified expression. Harry nods his head slowly and i feel like I did something wrong.
“Im only kidding Jane.”
“So was I, your not the only one with an wicked sense of humor,” I say smiling at his serious expression. Harry rests his hand on my thigh and cant help but stiffen. Memories of our kiss come flooding back to me and I feel my body heat up. Harry notices the change in my body and I can’t help but imagine that his eyes got a little dark for a brief moment.
“I knew there was something special about you Jane.”
“Um. Jane is it? Yeah, you need to follow me.” Says the receptionist.
“Okay,” I say quietly as I follow behind her. She is really tall and her heels only add to it. She takes a sharp stop and I almost bump into her.
She looks down at me with a scowl and nods her head to the door. I quickly open the door and am greeted to two desks in a simple looking office space. One of the desks is taken. The figure looks up at me and then at the receptionist. He’s a guy and very attractive with light brown hair and nice blue eyes that I can see from where im standing. A lovely smile takes over his face and he stands up to greet me.
“Hello love, im Louis.” His voice is smooth and I am finding it hard to keep from blushing, but I manage.
“Hi im Jane.” I look back at him and he is looking me deep in the eyes. We are interrupted by the receptionist who’s name I really need to learn.
“So Jane here are the scripts that will need revision and these are the casting requirements. Go threw the people and separate the people who make them and those who don’t. They must be done by Wednesday.” I look back at the lady and see here name tag, Tiffany is her name. Before I can ask her any questions she’s out the door. I turn around and Louis is smiling at the door where Tiffany left.
“Is she always like that?”
“Only on Mondays.” Louis says taking a seat back at his desk. I laugh and Louis soon joins me.
I take a seat at the other desk right nest to him and look through the many pages of scripts. It’s a lot of work but I don’t mind.
“So are you doing the same thing I am?” I ask Louis wondering what exactly he is typing out on his laptop.
“Nope. I am a writer… or an intern writer anyways. I applied for a more creative internship.” He says looking back at me and smirking. I smile and look back down at the huge stack papers.
“Well I better get started,” I say huffing. I grab my small pencil bag from my bag and grab a highlighter and my phone as a reference… and an occasional distraction.
●
Louis is nice and too funny for his own good. When I take breaks Louis is all to willing to distract me from going back to work. His way of working is completely different from mine I need to completely concentrate, but Louis reclines in his seat and lazily chats with me as his fingers move swiftly along the keyboard. I look at my phone and see its ten past five. I look back down at my work and am impressed by how much I have gotten done. I leave a mental note to self to bring my laptop so I can watch the videos and see if they make the casting requirements.
“Hey it’s a little past five, I think it about time we leave,” I say as I grab my bag Tiffany pays us no mind and as we scurry past her.
“I need to hail a cab,” I say quietly as we walk towards the sidewalk. Im starting to worry I wont have enough time to get ready for my date with Harry. Louis shakes his head and effortlessly hails a cab for me.
“Thank you so much!” I say rushing towards the cab.
“No problem, sorry I couldn’t drive you a ride. I actually rode my bike here.” He says scratching the back of his neck nervously. I smile back at him and wave goodbye. I am glad my internship isn’t horrible like I thought it might be, Louis really did make it better and im thankful for that.
I arrive at my home shortly and jump out fast, almost forgetting to pay the cab driver. I hurry up and open the door and pick up the clothes that I threw on the floor earlier. I rush to my bathroom and jump in the shower. I quickly wash off and throw a towel over myself. I approach my blow dryer and cringe at the thought of heat damage two times in one day, but this is a date and im pretty sure a damp braid wouldn’t be appropriate. I finish blow-drying and though on my undergarments along with my dress. I like the way the crème color looks on me. The dress hugs my body perfectly without looking like a stuffed sausage. (A/N: I almost threw up when I wrote that. Lol :))
I am not very good at putting on makeup exactly so I do what anyone my age would do… I look up a makeup tutorial on YouTube. I decide a natural evening look would be nice since I doubt I could do a Smokey eye or anything like that. I draw a thin line over my eyelids and flick it out slightly. I apply my favorite mascara and put some blush on. It’s not that big of a difference but im not going for the whole clown look tonight. I search through my makeup bag and find the perfect shade of lipstick; it’s a peachy color and really pulls my look together. I find my small clutch bag and put in my essentials for the date. I pin my hair back and slip on my shoes.
Its 6:30 when I check the time and am amused by how excited I am. Im practically shaking. I walk downstairs and sit on the couch and scroll through my instagram feed. I am distracted and am brought out of my trance by a knock on the door.
Oh god. I am suddenly nervous. Too nervous, and I feel like im going to pass out. I just need to calm down, this is what people do they go on dates. But I serieveryone goes on dates with people as attractive as Harry. I get up slowly get up and prepare myself before opening the door. Breathe. I open the door and am greeted by a well dressed Harry. He has a black button up shirt on and somewhat fitted trousers. He looks really hot and has is hair pushed back out of his face to show off his gorgeous face. I try to make eye contact but Harry is looking me up and down, I feel like he is inspecting every part of my body and I suddenly feel naked. I blush deeply and struggle to form words.
“Well hello Jane, you look amazing tonight,” says Harry. I suddenly feel a little self conscious. Did I not look good yesterday? I brush it off easily though I refuse to let my thoughts get the best of me today.
“As do you Harry,” I surprise myself with how calm and relaxed I sound.
Harry smirks and bows slightly ushering me through the door. I smile as Harry links his hand with mine. Harry opens my car door and I happily jump in. Harry goes to the other side and starts the car up. He begins to drive off and I begin to feel nervous again.
“So where are you taking me?” I ask nonchalantly looking out the window.
“It’s a bit of a surprise,” Harry says and begins to tug on his lip ring with his teeth.
Oh god. I had expected him to give me some clues as to where he would be taking me but he stood his ground and refused to budge. I huff in irritation at him but instead of a hint I get a loud chuckle out of him. I begin to worry when I see we are in a quieter part of town. I really hope Harry isn’t a psychopath or anything.
“Your not a murderer are you Harry,” I say quietly. I can’t stay quiet though and let a small giggle escape my mouth. Harry looks at me with his lovely green eyes and I feel my stomach flip. I return the smile and harry quickly returns his attention back to the road.
“No Jane. Well there was this one time…” He says very seriously. I feel like I know him well enough to tell he is joking so I play along and give him a horrified expression. Harry nods his head slowly and i feel like I did something wrong.
“Im only kidding Jane.”
“So was I, your not the only one with an wicked sense of humor,” I say smiling at his serious expression. Harry rests his hand on my thigh and cant help but stiffen. Memories of our kiss come flooding back to me and I feel my body heat up. Harry notices the change in my body and I can’t help but imagine that his eyes got a little dark for a brief moment.
“I knew there was something special about you Jane.”
9/4/13