And...there they are...the three men who are going to tell me if I have it or not...the Styles triplets. Each of them were just wearing a different colored suit and I was just so nervous because I didn't know who was who. What if I got Edward when I was really hoping for Harry? But I guess I didn't have to stress about it anymore, because the one that was standing in the middle stepped forward and smiled. That must be Harry...
"Hello everyone! Hope everyone is doing alright and I hope you guys had a good meal before you came in today. Food feeds the brain and you're going to need that today. My name is Harry, the man to my right is my oldest triplet Edward and the one to the left is the youngest, Marcel. We want to thank you guys for applying for such a big occupation. Because one of you is going to be our assistant. As you are aware we live pretty busy lives and it can get hectic." The other two triplets just nodded along to his brother and looked at each of us to see if we were paying attention.
"I don't want you guys to stress though! We want you guys to be as calm and relaxed as possible." "Speak for yourself. I want you to bring your-" Harry cleared his throat and gave his older triplet a look that made Edward stay silent. "Alright...Marcel and I want you guys to be as happy and content as possible. 2/3 means that you take our morals to the heart. Everyone understands?" We all nodded and Harry clapped his hands.
"Goodie! Now I know Sarah said that she was going to be pointing, but we want to pick out our first interview this evening. Be ready!" Harry smiled and I paled. There was a higher chance for me to get Marcel rist with me being fourth in line! Why the fuck did they change it up last minute?!
I watched each triplet walk back and forth and soon...I was met with Edward. He looked at me, up and down, and I was deathly afraid that he was going to for sure pick me. My knee started bouncing and I used my peripheral vision to see Harry walking to his office with some chick behind him. It was then when I realized how fucked I truly was. I wiped my hands on my knees due to the sweat and I was about to get up, but then Marcel spoke up and what he said made me relax fully.
"I want him first," he whispered and Edward looked back to see his youngest triplet standing behind him. He then shrugged and looked at the woman next to me. "You. Follow," he said and made his way to his office. The woman quickly followed and I looked at Marcel who was already looking at me. "You can follow me," he tells me and he waits for me to stand up before he starts walking. Okay...Marcel is probably the shy triplet who's also kind and respectful. He opened his door and he actually held it open for me and I thanked him with a friendly smile.
He closed the door and walked to his desk. "Um...you can take a seat there," he pointed at the chair in front of his desk and I nodded. I walked over to the chair and I was about to sit before I remembered what I had in my hand. "Oh! I bought these for you guys. I wanted to give it to y'all personally, but here." I pulled out one of the boxes, passed it to him, and Marcel looked at it, then at me. "It's not a bomb or anything. It's a birthday gift. Happy birthday," I tell him and he finally smiled and took the box.
He thanked me shyly before he opened the box and pulled out the flowers. "Don't know if that's too feminine for you guys, but they looked pretty," I tell him and he smiled at the sight of them. "I love them. Thank you." I smiled and high-fived myself mentally and focused as Marcel places the flowers next to his monitor and folded his hands. "Um...so this position does require a lot of work history and it seems here that you don't have anything?" He looks at me and I saw him with a straight face. Shit...Liam was right about them taking this as serious as Edward.
"That's correct. I haven't really worked a day in my life and I know that it makes me look bad, and this probably not even going to get me passed you..." "I didn't say that. We went hrough the online applications and we rejected the ones that didn't meet our requirements. We let you slide because we saw why you were applying." "Yes. I need to have more financial responsibility and I needed some sort of independence. I won't lie because it's bound to come out one way or another, but I'm a slacker. I always munched on my dad's money and I just thought that if I posted hot pics on social media, then I'd get game that way."
"Hm." He looked down and began writing. Which worried me and I began bouncing my knee again. "And that's why you want to work with us?" "Yes. I do want to look like a more responsible and a more reliable adult. I have a lot of room to grow and I do see this as the best opportunity to do just that." "You do understand that this job is not to be played with? Once you clock-in, you are at our side, assisting and helping us out with anything that we might have a problem with." "And I do understand that. I may have not had any do t of work history under my name, but you are free to ask any teacher that I had in my school years. I wasn't the type to mess around and make bad decisions."
"Oh? What did you do in school?" "Well I can tell you one thing...I'm a bit dramatic when it comes to certain things, so I was a total theatre kid. I also did speech and debate for 4 years. I was at the top of my school and I was always the first picked when it comes to doing speeches at competitions and I even delivered a speech for my class's graduation. I played futbol through all of my years of school. Even in uni." "Interesting. Now when comes to y-your at-attire..." I looked down at my clothes and knew exactly what he was talking about.
"Do you have a problem with it?" I asked with sass and he looked down, shaking his head. "N-no..." "Oh...you are just wondering?" He nods and bites his lip. "Sorry, I her really defensive when it comes to who I am as a person." "I didn't want to talk about it because I don't like confrontation..." "It's fine. Well, I started dressing like this around 5." "I didnt mean that...I meant what kind of attire are we going to expect from you. We need you to look proper if you are going to be at our side." "Understandable. I tend to wear a lot of things like this whenever I'm at a place that holds a lot of importance. I'm never going to be here looking like a bum or a slut."
"Okay. What's your source of transportation?" "Well I use my dad's car for the most part. It I'll use my friends. I never got my first car and knows my dad... he's probably going to have me pay for my own car." "Alright. Well, we are going to have to fix that once we get you through." "Wait...what?!" "Well you still have to make it through my two brothers, but I like toy, so you have my vote. Besides, if you get Harry to like you, then you're practically in. Ed is just picky," he says and stands up. I stood up as well and he took my hand, brought it to his lips and kissed the knuckles.
"I hope to have you around Mr. Tomlinson," he said with a kind smile.
Okay...that was hot...
I shook his hand and I picked up the two bags before I walked to the door. Marcel hurried and pulled the door open for me and I thanked him. I then made my way to Harry's office. Is he like Marcel? Will he- "Hello there! Come in, come in!" Harry greeted, opening the door. I walked in and he closed the door behind me. "Alright, take a seat and we'll get right on with it, lovely," he says and walked around his desk. "Um...I got you guys something. I bought one for each of you. It's for your birthday. Happy birthday," I said, still blushing from the little nickname he gave to me.
"Ooh! Lemme see!" I giggled and handed him a box. He thanked me and took it. He opened it and smiled big. "Absolutely beautiful!" He exclaimed and he looked around his office, probably wondering where he was going to put them. "Ooh!" He walked to a mini coffee table and placed it in the center. "Perfect! Now let's start this boring mess. First, breathe. I'm not going to torture you..." "Yeah, but a friend of mine told me to take all of this as seriously as I possibly can because if I falter, I might lose this." "Well you can relax when it comes to me. You already had your share of questions from Marcel, so this will be a bit easier for you, yeah?" "Maybe..."
"Okay! Mr. Tomlinson, on a scale from 1-10, how reliable you?" He took a pen out and I took a deep breath and I told the truth. "In all honesty, none of us are 100% when it comes to reliability." "True. This interview is a good example." "I'm going to have to rate myself a 7. Because if I'm going to be honest with you: if my sister's birthday was today, then I wouldn't be here. In my head, family comes first. No matter what."
"Aww that's pretty cute. Now when it comes to your favourite flavor, what would it be? I mean dessert." "Um... strawberry?" "I ask my workers this all the time. I tend to do something for them on their birthday." "Oh."
I basically got through that interview with no problem and I knew that Harry liked me when he hugged me and whispered 'see you again' into my ear. Those two were definitely going to beg Edward to keep me for sure. I felt so proud of myself at that moment.
Now I got to Edwards office, and I knew that he wasn't going to hold the door open for me, so I opened the door myself and I walked to the chair that was in front of his desk. He looked up at me and just went back to writing. "Umm...I got these for your birthday. Your brothers are the same, so...happy birthday." He looked up and saw the box in my hand and he just rolled his eyes.
Okay...expected that.
"Look, I know that I'm supposed to be respectful, but your brothers were quite grateful for their gift, so you are going to do the same. I'm not using this as a bribing object. You guys work hard and I mean really hard, so you deserve a little something. Especially since you're working on your birthday. Throw it away when I leave if you want, I don't care, but you are going to like em for right now," I scolded him and took the roses out and I plopped them on his desk.
"Mo-" "And how rude of you to not hold the door open for the people walking in! They might just be here for an interview, but you are representing yourself. Do you really want to see people talking about how much of a rude asshole you are?! Huh? You didn't even hold the door open for the woman! Shit! I know you're fucking gay and all, but even I am respectful to people."
"You-" "Another thing! Harry was out there trying to make us as calm as possible and you just decided to talk your shit and make us shit our pants even more?!? How fucking rude! I know damn well that your mom raised you better, so act like it!" I finished everything off and sat in his seat with a huff. He blinked at me with shock, but I crossed my legs and nodded. "Now you may ask me your questions."
"No need...I like you already."
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