The Cafe Girl
Spotted
Jess’ POV
I think it’s safe to say that last night was not a good night. If the pounding in my head were any indication, you’d think that I had a good night. The more hungover you are, the better your night was, right? Wrong. So wrong. I know I had a lot to drink, but I remember every single excruciating detail of that failed night out. Which, when you think about it, is pretty impressive considering my state.
I remember the specifics of the night, although I am finding it hard to clearly see why I went about things the way I did. I stormed off and cried while Emma comforted me. I don’t even know why I reacted that way. It’s not like Harry making everything about the “job” and being rude was something new to me. He’s always been vocal about it from the start and last night I overreacted.
I couldn’t even begin explain all this to Emma because I signed that confidentiality clause. I just told her I was homesick and that I was drunk. Luckily she didn’t ask any more questions.
I checked my phone for the time, annoyed at how much light was streaming through my window. Normally I would welcome sunshine in my life, especially living in London where the weather is just miserable all the time, but not today. 8:23 am.
Great. It’s my day off, I had a big night of booze, and now I am up this early. I wrapped my duvet cover around me and tried to go back to sleep. My phone, however, had other plans. It started vibrating continuously and it was only then that I noticed I had all these text messages and missed calls. I hit ‘answer’ on my phone.
“Emma why the hell are you up so early?”
“JESSSS,” she practically screeched, “what happened to you! Honestly it was such an amaaaazing night,”
She sounds like she was still drunk. “Em, why are you calling me so early? I’m trying to go back to sleep! Shouldn’t you still be sleeping the hangover away?”
“I haven’t even slept yet,” she laughed.
“What? That much of a good night, huh?”
She giggled. “It was sooo good. And besides, I needed to talk to you straight away! Umm what about those photos from last night?”
“What the hell are you talking about, Em? Are you on drugs?”
“The photos of you and. . . OMG,” she screeched again, “are you still with him? Shit, I shouldn’t have called so early. Freaking hell, why didn’t I just take a hint when you said you were still trying to go back to sleep. Omg. I’m so sorry Jess! Hope I didn’t wake Harry up. Talk to you later ok? Mosh says hi and bye. Love you byeeee.”
She said it all in one breath that I didn’t even have time to react before she hung up. Okay what was that all about? Photos? What photos?
I turned my laptop on and immediately logged into this local gossip site. I had a hunch that Emma was talking about what I think she was talking about, but I had to find out for sure. The first photo that loaded was familiar – it was outside the club. I recognised the surroundings immediately. Then there were photos of Harry and I walking out of the club to his car.
But the thing was, was that you could barely see my face. I tried my best to cover up with my hair and kept my focus on the ground the whole time. There was even photos of Harry trying to shield me from all the flashes.
I froze when I saw what was written in the accompanying article.
Harry Styles and latest one night stand leave club early for some fun
Harry Styles, 19, member of boy band One Direction was seen leaving local club at 1 am this morning with a mystery girl. Styles is no stranger to the party scene, and to the ladies scene as it happens, so this kind of behaviour is unsurprising given his history of dating and sleeping around.
The mystery girl kept her head down and covered herself with her hair to further keep her identity hidden. Girl, if we were you, we would keep our head high and proud. You’re sleeping with Harry for the night! Smile and be happy, damn it!
They were spotted getting into Harry’s car after a night of hard partying, and drove off to continue partying in other ways.
Is Harry back to his old ways of getting around (if you know what we mean) again? He has previously been linked to Cara Delevigne, Taylor Swift, Kimberley Stewart, Rita Ora, Emma Ostily, and dated Caroline Flack who was 15 years his senior.
Tell us what you think by commenting below!
It was quite surreal to be seeing a photo of me on a website like this. Granted, you can hardly make out that the girl in the photo is me but it’s still surreal. And I’m sorry but why do they assume that we went home together? He was only dropping me off at home! I don’t know whether to be amused or angry at how the media just makes up things like this.
Wide awake and still in a bit of a dazed state, I decided to get out of bed and make a cup of tea. Make some breakfast even. The flatmates were out again and it was nice to have the place all to myself for the day.
I was scoring the pantry for ingredients to make pancakes when I heard the doorbell ring. Crap. Maybe I could just pretend I didn’t hear them so they’ll go away. Wishful thinking, I know, because the doorbell kept ringing relentlessly until I was forced to walk towards the door and get it.
Just as I was about to open the door, I had a ridiculous thought pop in my head. What if this was like that scene in Notting Hill where Hugh Grant opens the door in his boxers not knowing that all these media were outside ready to snap photos of him? I knew that was unlikely to happen in real life, but after having seen those photos, I would not be surprised if the paparazzi pulled something like that.
I contemplated if I should try and look a bit more presentable. I haven’t looked in the mirror yet, but knew I looked like shit. I didn’t take my make-up off last night and while I sweated/cried out most of it, I knew it wasn’t completely off. Then there was the powder blue baggy velvet pants that I was wearing with a ratty old shirt.
The doorbell didn’t stop ringing though so I decided to just not care anymore and opened the door. I was half expecting the lights and a bunch of people waiting, but the sight before me shocked me even more.
It was Sven and Alice. On my doorstep.
“How did you know where I live?” was the first thing that came out of my mouth.
“It’s in your contract, Jess,” Sven said, “mind if we come in?”
“Of course. . . I mean, of course not. Come in.”
I led them to the dining table because the lounge was full of laundry that have yet to be folded. “Do you guys want coffee or tea?”
“No thanks. We won’t be staying long.” Alice replied.
“Right on. What brings you here, then?” I asked.
“Well we wanted to talk to you about last night.”
“It went well, didn’t it? I saw photos this morning and –“
Sven cut me off. “Jess, I’m afraid we’re not on the same page about all this.”
I was confused. Wasn’t the whole point of going into the club was to get spotted together? And didn’t we do that perfectly with our photos splashed in gossip sites and blogs today?
“But it was what you told us to do. We got spotted together. We even have photos to prove it!”
“Jess, when I hired you, it was because I wanted to give Harry an image overhaul from what he’s portrayed in the media. I hired a girlfriend. And you know what everyone has been saying?”
“That I’m a one night stand.” I answered, things finally making sense to me.
“Jess, I said spotted, not come home with him. What were you guys thinking? Of course people are gonna assume that you’re just playing around when you get into his car from a club!”
I was shocked. I didn’t realise that people would look at it in this way. I knew I had pissed Sven off severely because his voice was getting a bit high-pitched. I honestly thought he would be happy about last night’s spotting seeing that we went the extra mile of actually getting out there. I could not have been more wrong.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realise that people would take it in a different way. I honestly thought it would have been good publicity. . .”
“It’s okay. I know how scary this all could be. We can’t do anything about it now but we have to remedy the situation straight away,” said Alice.
“How can I fix this?”
“You’re going out with Harry for dinner tonight. We expect you to show your face, to be in your best behaviour, and to look like you’re really out on your first date,” Alice replied.
“Look Jess, in order for this to work, we are really expecting lots from you. Tonight could potentially be a deal breaker in our agreement if you don’t perform. Is that clear?” asked Sven.
He was scary. And being cryptic. Deal breaker in the agreement? I tried to think of the contract and see if he has grounds to fire me but I couldn’t quite remember.
They stood up to leave but before going out the front door, Alice turned to me and said “Check your phone tonight. I’ll be watching you guys and will be keeping an eye of what you should do.”
Sven didn’t say another word to me again and made his way back to his car with Alice. I could tell he was not happy with me right now.
I closed the door and started to think about the last 24 hours. I knew that this craziness was nothing compared to what I was about to experience once I was Harry’s girlfriend. That is, if Sven didn’t fire me after this. I knew I had to really step up my game for this date tonight and really wow them.
So the first question is. . . what the hell do I wear on a first date with Harry Styles?
I think it’s safe to say that last night was not a good night. If the pounding in my head were any indication, you’d think that I had a good night. The more hungover you are, the better your night was, right? Wrong. So wrong. I know I had a lot to drink, but I remember every single excruciating detail of that failed night out. Which, when you think about it, is pretty impressive considering my state.
I remember the specifics of the night, although I am finding it hard to clearly see why I went about things the way I did. I stormed off and cried while Emma comforted me. I don’t even know why I reacted that way. It’s not like Harry making everything about the “job” and being rude was something new to me. He’s always been vocal about it from the start and last night I overreacted.
I couldn’t even begin explain all this to Emma because I signed that confidentiality clause. I just told her I was homesick and that I was drunk. Luckily she didn’t ask any more questions.
I checked my phone for the time, annoyed at how much light was streaming through my window. Normally I would welcome sunshine in my life, especially living in London where the weather is just miserable all the time, but not today. 8:23 am.
Great. It’s my day off, I had a big night of booze, and now I am up this early. I wrapped my duvet cover around me and tried to go back to sleep. My phone, however, had other plans. It started vibrating continuously and it was only then that I noticed I had all these text messages and missed calls. I hit ‘answer’ on my phone.
“Emma why the hell are you up so early?”
“JESSSS,” she practically screeched, “what happened to you! Honestly it was such an amaaaazing night,”
She sounds like she was still drunk. “Em, why are you calling me so early? I’m trying to go back to sleep! Shouldn’t you still be sleeping the hangover away?”
“I haven’t even slept yet,” she laughed.
“What? That much of a good night, huh?”
She giggled. “It was sooo good. And besides, I needed to talk to you straight away! Umm what about those photos from last night?”
“What the hell are you talking about, Em? Are you on drugs?”
“The photos of you and. . . OMG,” she screeched again, “are you still with him? Shit, I shouldn’t have called so early. Freaking hell, why didn’t I just take a hint when you said you were still trying to go back to sleep. Omg. I’m so sorry Jess! Hope I didn’t wake Harry up. Talk to you later ok? Mosh says hi and bye. Love you byeeee.”
She said it all in one breath that I didn’t even have time to react before she hung up. Okay what was that all about? Photos? What photos?
I turned my laptop on and immediately logged into this local gossip site. I had a hunch that Emma was talking about what I think she was talking about, but I had to find out for sure. The first photo that loaded was familiar – it was outside the club. I recognised the surroundings immediately. Then there were photos of Harry and I walking out of the club to his car.
But the thing was, was that you could barely see my face. I tried my best to cover up with my hair and kept my focus on the ground the whole time. There was even photos of Harry trying to shield me from all the flashes.
I froze when I saw what was written in the accompanying article.
Harry Styles and latest one night stand leave club early for some fun
Harry Styles, 19, member of boy band One Direction was seen leaving local club at 1 am this morning with a mystery girl. Styles is no stranger to the party scene, and to the ladies scene as it happens, so this kind of behaviour is unsurprising given his history of dating and sleeping around.
The mystery girl kept her head down and covered herself with her hair to further keep her identity hidden. Girl, if we were you, we would keep our head high and proud. You’re sleeping with Harry for the night! Smile and be happy, damn it!
They were spotted getting into Harry’s car after a night of hard partying, and drove off to continue partying in other ways.
Is Harry back to his old ways of getting around (if you know what we mean) again? He has previously been linked to Cara Delevigne, Taylor Swift, Kimberley Stewart, Rita Ora, Emma Ostily, and dated Caroline Flack who was 15 years his senior.
Tell us what you think by commenting below!
It was quite surreal to be seeing a photo of me on a website like this. Granted, you can hardly make out that the girl in the photo is me but it’s still surreal. And I’m sorry but why do they assume that we went home together? He was only dropping me off at home! I don’t know whether to be amused or angry at how the media just makes up things like this.
Wide awake and still in a bit of a dazed state, I decided to get out of bed and make a cup of tea. Make some breakfast even. The flatmates were out again and it was nice to have the place all to myself for the day.
I was scoring the pantry for ingredients to make pancakes when I heard the doorbell ring. Crap. Maybe I could just pretend I didn’t hear them so they’ll go away. Wishful thinking, I know, because the doorbell kept ringing relentlessly until I was forced to walk towards the door and get it.
Just as I was about to open the door, I had a ridiculous thought pop in my head. What if this was like that scene in Notting Hill where Hugh Grant opens the door in his boxers not knowing that all these media were outside ready to snap photos of him? I knew that was unlikely to happen in real life, but after having seen those photos, I would not be surprised if the paparazzi pulled something like that.
I contemplated if I should try and look a bit more presentable. I haven’t looked in the mirror yet, but knew I looked like shit. I didn’t take my make-up off last night and while I sweated/cried out most of it, I knew it wasn’t completely off. Then there was the powder blue baggy velvet pants that I was wearing with a ratty old shirt.
The doorbell didn’t stop ringing though so I decided to just not care anymore and opened the door. I was half expecting the lights and a bunch of people waiting, but the sight before me shocked me even more.
It was Sven and Alice. On my doorstep.
“How did you know where I live?” was the first thing that came out of my mouth.
“It’s in your contract, Jess,” Sven said, “mind if we come in?”
“Of course. . . I mean, of course not. Come in.”
I led them to the dining table because the lounge was full of laundry that have yet to be folded. “Do you guys want coffee or tea?”
“No thanks. We won’t be staying long.” Alice replied.
“Right on. What brings you here, then?” I asked.
“Well we wanted to talk to you about last night.”
“It went well, didn’t it? I saw photos this morning and –“
Sven cut me off. “Jess, I’m afraid we’re not on the same page about all this.”
I was confused. Wasn’t the whole point of going into the club was to get spotted together? And didn’t we do that perfectly with our photos splashed in gossip sites and blogs today?
“But it was what you told us to do. We got spotted together. We even have photos to prove it!”
“Jess, when I hired you, it was because I wanted to give Harry an image overhaul from what he’s portrayed in the media. I hired a girlfriend. And you know what everyone has been saying?”
“That I’m a one night stand.” I answered, things finally making sense to me.
“Jess, I said spotted, not come home with him. What were you guys thinking? Of course people are gonna assume that you’re just playing around when you get into his car from a club!”
I was shocked. I didn’t realise that people would look at it in this way. I knew I had pissed Sven off severely because his voice was getting a bit high-pitched. I honestly thought he would be happy about last night’s spotting seeing that we went the extra mile of actually getting out there. I could not have been more wrong.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realise that people would take it in a different way. I honestly thought it would have been good publicity. . .”
“It’s okay. I know how scary this all could be. We can’t do anything about it now but we have to remedy the situation straight away,” said Alice.
“How can I fix this?”
“You’re going out with Harry for dinner tonight. We expect you to show your face, to be in your best behaviour, and to look like you’re really out on your first date,” Alice replied.
“Look Jess, in order for this to work, we are really expecting lots from you. Tonight could potentially be a deal breaker in our agreement if you don’t perform. Is that clear?” asked Sven.
He was scary. And being cryptic. Deal breaker in the agreement? I tried to think of the contract and see if he has grounds to fire me but I couldn’t quite remember.
They stood up to leave but before going out the front door, Alice turned to me and said “Check your phone tonight. I’ll be watching you guys and will be keeping an eye of what you should do.”
Sven didn’t say another word to me again and made his way back to his car with Alice. I could tell he was not happy with me right now.
I closed the door and started to think about the last 24 hours. I knew that this craziness was nothing compared to what I was about to experience once I was Harry’s girlfriend. That is, if Sven didn’t fire me after this. I knew I had to really step up my game for this date tonight and really wow them.
So the first question is. . . what the hell do I wear on a first date with Harry Styles?
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