Flat 51

~Emily

“Hello?” came the sharp, slightly out of breath male voice on the other end of the line.

“Hi! Is this Louis, um… Tom…linson?” I couldn’t read Harry’s handwriting very well… whatever. I think that was right.

“Yeah, who’s this?” he mumbled, sounding a bit preoccupied.

“My name is Emily. I was just calling because Harry Styles said you’re his last roommate, and I wanted to just check and make sure, like, that he was ok to share a flat with, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, sure, babe. He’s alright. Tends to be a bit of a slob, but aren’t we all,” he laughed, suddenly all bright and cheery. “He’ll be home most days, and on the weekend he told me he got a job over at Rick’s pub on Somerset.”

“Does he… Did he pay the rent regularly?”

“Never…” He let out a weird noise and then coughed, almost like he was covering something up. “He never missed a bill.”

“Why’d he leave?”

“Well, I’m all the way in Doncaster, and we had a Rick’s here, but they moved up there and asked him to move with them.”


“Ok. Thanks! Sorry to bother you, I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” I said, coming back into the living room to find Harry on his iPhone.

“Not at all, love.” I hung up and sat back down on the couch.

“He says you’re a slob,” I giggled. Harry seemed like a grumpy sort of person, but I liked him. Not to mention he was literally drop-dead-freaking-gorgeous. He was wearing black skinnies, like mine, and a black button up with a blazer. Not a whole lotta men know how to dress anymore, but he certainly did.

“He can kiss my ass,” Harry muttered, replying to a text after his phone beeped. “So, I can stay?”

“Yep! I’ll adjust the billing later. Right now I have to figure out why I feel like I’ve forgotten something.”

“Does it have something to do with moving our appointment from ten to nine?” he questioned, glancing at the time. “It’s 9:50 now.” Suddenly my phone beeped on the table, and I grabbed it to see the notification I’d set for myself.

Monday, 10:00 A.M. staff meeting, Rocky Hill Stables.

“SHIT!” I screamed, running to my closet and ripping out my black converse. “I changed it because I have a staff meeting at ten! Argh!” I couldn’t get the bloody laces tied, so I left them and snatched my wrist wallet, flying to the door. “Eat whatever you want and you can do whatever! If you wanna start moving stuff in that’s fine! There’s a spare key under the mat!” and then I was gone, running to the bus station and catching the first ride to Stratford.

Notes

Kind of short, but here comes chapter 3!!! I'm so sad that @NoControlProjec on twitter lost Niall's follow. Whoever blocked him should feel like crap.