Broken Hearts And Dirty Windows

Staring at myself in the mirror, I checked my appearance making sure I was deemed suitable enough to fit my job. I mean its not like every average 21 year old can say that they work for Simon Cowell is it?

I had just got a promotion to become Simons new personal assistant, as apparently his old (fired) P.A. was sleeping around with some of the guys on the 5th floor. I’m not one to judge but guys on the 5th floor, really? At least aim high like the 10th or 11th. To be honest though I wasn't that excited, I mean yes working for thee Simon Cowell was an amazing opportunity, but it wasn't what I had always aspired to be.

When your younger people always asked you what you wanted to be when your older, girls would always say I want to become a princess or ballerina, and the boys would want to be superman or the king. I however always answered simply with singer. Ever since I was little I would sing, it always felt like a way for me to escape my emotions. Only two people ever knew of my passion for singing, but I chose to forget them. They were both now distant memories.

Shaking myself from my train of thought I smoothed down my cream dress, and made sure my patent heels weren't scuffed. As I glanced back into the mirror my eyes focused on the twinkling diamond ring on my wedding finger. Swallowing back the lump that was starting to form in my throat, I took the ring off. I don't know why I put it on in the first place, I made a promise to myself to never wear that ring again after that fateful day, it was just a reminder of everything that happened, everything that I have tried to forget.

After putting the ring in my bag, I quickly checked again to make sure I was at least presentable to the human race. Pleased with my appearance I gathered my bag, and started off down the long corridor to where I was excepted to be. Pushing through the door I arrived to a room filled with nothing but a desk, a few chairs and the odd plant scattered around the room. A little lady starred up at me from behind the overwhelming desk she sat at.

'Can I help you my dear?' she asked. I walked to the desk as confidently as I could taking deep breathes to prepare myself. 'Hi I'm Amy James, Simons new P.A.'
'Ah yes, we've been expecting your arrival, I'll just let Simon know your here deary. If you'd just like to take a seat over there.' She pointed to the line of chairs positioned up against the back wall. I smiled at her and made my way over. Sitting on the edge of the chair I heard the faint murmuring of the old lady talking on the phone.
I was starting to worry about whether I was actually suitable for this job, but the calling of my name broke my worries.

'Amy if you'd like to go though those double doors a lady will be waiting for you to take you to Mr Cowell.'
'Oh okay, thank you...' I realized I didn't know her name, she seemed to sense this and answered with
'It's Betty darling, and don’t worry you'll do fine' I nodded and walked off with a sudden boost of confidence.

I could do this.

As I walked through the doors a lady came rushing up to me.'You must be Amy, I'm Claire nice to meet you, I'm just the temporary P.A. for the moment so I'll be showing you the ropes and everything but first Simon would like to meet you, so if you would just like to follow me we'll get started.' All I could do was nod, mentally preparing myself for who I was about to meet, I mean I had to make a good impression, he was my boss after all.

Claire glided my through the corridors quickly pointing to the odd room here and there informing me about what my job would entail. I wasn't really listening just smiling to whatever she said. After a 5 mile trek we arrived outside a large set of black double doors. I'll admit they did look quite intimidating. Claire knocked on the door to receive a 'Come in' shouted from the other side. Walking in I tried to make my appearance ooze confidence when really on the inside I was shouting to myself to run out and hide.

'Ah Claire, nice to finally see you arrived back.' Simon said rising from his chair, striding toward us. Claire mumbled an apology and rushed out of the door. Following her with my eyes, I watched as the door slammed to turn around to have 6 sets of eyes on me. I still evidently hadn’t noticed Simon had company. 'You must be Amy, it's nice to finally meet you' he said, extending his hand out towards to me to which I reciprocated.

'It's a pleasure to meet you Mr Cowell' I said trying to sound as confident as possible, which I highly doubted.'Please call me Simon, Mr Cowell is way to formal for my liking' I just smiled back, still stunned at who was standing in front of me.'Well Amy now we have the pleasantries over I have a meeting to get back to, so If you wouldn't mind you can go to your office and set up.'
'Okay Simon,' I turned to walk out but stumbled over.

Looking to the ground I saw something on floor. As I bent down to reach for the object, I heard a husky voice ring in my ears. 'Nice view' I looked up to see a curly haired boy with a slight smirk on his face. I hadn’t actually looked at who else was in the room with Simon but as I looked up I saw 5 undeniably gorgeous boys all sniggering. Wow. Realizing I was just staring and hadn't said anything I looked back at the curly haired boy and replied with;
'Shame I cant the same curly,' With that I got up and left, hearing the sound of laughs as the door slowly closed. If that boy thought he could be cheeky, he had no idea.

Making my way back to my office I endured another hour talk from Claire occasionally listening. Finally she said I could go home but to make sure I was in bright and early for tomorrow morning. Thanking her for helping, I slowly made my out of the building and hailed a cab.
Sinking into the back seat of the taxi, I started to think which was never a good thing. Me and my thoughts were having a constant battle. Yet instead of the normal shit that ran through my head, all I could picture was the curly boys face. He was amazingly beautiful I'm not going to lie, but thinking of him made me feel like I was doing something wrong. But I shouldn't be. It's been 3 years.

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~Sianna