Nathalie POV:
"Nathalie it's nearly two o'clock, are you going to get up today?" I heard my mom ask, as I was scrolling through my Instagram feed. I groaned in response and stretched in my bed. I knew I had to get up at some point, but my body felt as if it was glued to the bed. I clicked off my phone at the top, then reluctantly got out of bed letting my feet drop to the floor. I sauntered over to my full length mirror, which was nailed to the wall, and stared at myself through it.
I looked dreadful.
I had bags under my eyes, I looked beyond pale and my eyes were bloodshot. I just wanted to get back in bed and sleep but I knew that my mom wouldn't be very happy. I decided to put on my robe and go downstairs, my stomach rumbling at the thought of food. I trekked into the kitchen and sat on one of the bar stools to be greeted by my mom. She asked me what I wanted for breakfast, I shrugged my shoulders and thought about it for a while. Then I replied with waffles and syrup. "You seem really quiet today, are you okay?" My mom questioned, concern thick in her voice.
"I'm fine, I just feel a little sick" I replied, my stomach grumbling as I said it.
"Take a paracetamol, it might make you feel better. Then go into the living room and lay on the couch, I will bring your food to you when it's ready" She commanded. I nodded and walked over to the cupboard and grabbed a glass that rested on the shelf inside. I walked over to the fridge and grabbed the carton of orange juice then opened it carefully, making sure it didn't squirt everywhere. I poured it into the glass steadily, making sure I didn't spill it on the counter, due to me being a very clumsy person. After that I opened the box of tablets and pierced the foil with my thumb nail, making a crinkling sound, I took out the tablet and popped it into my mouth then drank the smooth orange liquid. Slowly trekking into the living room, my mom rushed past me with two pillows and a thick duvet then placed them onto the couch, setting it out for me. I stood there, waiting patiently then laid under the covers and pressed the Netflix button on the remote. I am an avid Netflix user and I use it pretty much every day.
Netflix is love, Netflix is life.
I scrolled through the different categories, looking for the one that said 'continue watching'. I clicked on Orange Is The New Black which is my favorite TV series ever. Just as the opening credits flashed upon the screen, my mom came bounding in with my waffles and a glass of water which I thanked her for with a slight smile on my face. I finished my food half way through the episode and took my tableware to the kitchen and put it into the dishwasher.
"Nathalie!" I heard my mom shout. Ugh what does she want this time?
"Yeah?" I yelled, annoyance in my voice, I felt so shit today and literally everything was annoying me. I felt bad for being bitchy towards my mom but I couldn't help it.
"Me and your dad are going out for the day, so if you need anything just text me" She said, I nodded in response.
She opened the door and walked out as my dad followed her. I rushed over to the door making sure to lock it as soon as they were outside, I didn't want a psychopath to come barging through. Walking back over to the couch, I heard my parents leave the drive in their car. I trudged upstairs and went into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I got out my MacBook and turned it on, the Apple icon flashed up, I scrolled through my Instagram feed while I waited for my laptop to turn on properly. Once I saw that the screen had loaded fully I put in my passcode and went straight to my emails. I looked through a few of them, they were mainly just business' contacting me to try out their products which I instantly replied to and told them to send them to me. If I thought the product was good I would review it on YouTube so that my subscribers could try out the products, I love my job and all of the problems that come with it. But sometimes it can get too much, sometimes I am scared to check the comments that people leave on my videos because there is quite a lot of hate that gets left on them. It hurts so much but I guess that's the negatives of being a known YouTuber. I sighed after replying to the majority of my emails and then went onto YouTube to catch up on videos in my subscription box.
Suddenly, I jumped as I heard a loud bang coming from downstairs. I raised my eyebrow, my heart rate accelerated and my body froze. Who could it be on a Sunday afternoon? I remembered that my parents had gone out and may have forgotten something so there is a chance that they came back. I felt relieved at the thought and got up out of my bed, pulling out my earphones. I ran down the stairs and walked towards the door. I unlocked it anxiously, opening the door slowly to reveal who was hidden behind it. I stared straight into the same emerald green eyes as I did last night. Mr Harry Styles. My heart raced and I opened my mouth to speak and nothing came out. Come on Nathalie, get a grip.
"Is your father in, I have some business to go over with him?" He asked, looking me up and down and focusing his eyes on my breasts. My face flushed a bright red colour and I looked down at the floor with embarrassment.
"Um no, my parents just left about half an hour ago, I could leave him a message if you would like?" I suggested, a slight smile crept on my face. He was absolutely perfect and my heart fluttered every time I saw him. There was just something about him that made me swoon over him.
He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. "I'd prefer it if I could come in" He commented, I nodded and motioned my hand for him to come in. He took off his smart black dress shoes, which left him in just his suit, which I wanted to strip off of him so desperately but I had to contain myself because he's my dad's boss. I shut the door behind him and locked it, making sure we were both safe. He just stood and stared at me. "Well are you not going to offer your guest a drink or any refreshments?" He asked, his usual smirk playing on his lips. I felt my face heat up and I bit my lip. "What did I tell you about biting your lip, stop" He demanded, his voice full of dominance which made me want to do it even more. I walked into the kitchen and he followed me.
"What would you like to drink?" I questioned, looking him in the eyes, redness still apparent on my face.
"Coffee please, milk and two sugars" He described as I nodded my head in response. I reached up into the cupboard for the coffee and I could feel Harry's eyes burning into me which made my face heat up. I looked down and inspected what I was wearing and noticed that I was still in my Calvin Klein bralet and booty shorts. No wonder he was looking.
Once I had finished making his coffee I handed it to him and he thanked me.
"So, do you have any idea as to what time your dad will be back?" He asked, taking a sip of his coffee, waiting for an answer.
"I don't know, he went out with my mom so they could spend the day together so they could be back at any time" I replied, sitting down on a bar stool. He nodded and continued sipping on his coffee. "You know, I'd love to see some of the videos that you have created" He added.
"Seriously?" I choked, shocked at what he had just said.
"Of course, I want to see what skills you have" He explained. I nodded and sauntered upstairs to grab my laptop then headed back to the kitchen where he was sat on a stool. I placed my laptop in front of him and clicked on my most recent video, I sat next to him and his eyes were glued to the screen, staring at it intently. Throughout the video he kept glancing at me and smiling which I returned.
Once we had watched a few of my videos he exited the page and gave me my laptop back. "Your videos are incredible Nathalie, no wonder you have so many views, you deserve them" He commented, his British accent thick in his voice which was rather hot. I blushed and looked down at my acrylic nails while biting my lip. "God damn Nathalie, what did I tell you about biting that lips of yours!" He grunted.
"Sorry" I replied smirking, watching his eyes wander onto my lips then into my eyes.
"Don't get sarcastic with me Nathalie or I will be telling your father" He shouted which made me feel weak to the knees. He sounded so dominant and I liked it but I know that he wouldn't see me as anything more than his employees daughter. And to be honest, I don't expect him to see me as anything else because I'm nothing special and he probably has a girlfriend anyway. I nodded and grabbed my phone off of the counter and searched through all of my social media, replying to a few comments here and there.
Abruptly, the door opened which saved the awkwardness between us both. I heard the voices of my parents and sighed with relief. I trudged over to the door and told them that Mr Styles was here to see my father and he went straight into the kitchen to see him. I guess this was my cue to leave. I don't know if I will ever see him again but I sure hope I do. I don't even want to be loved, all I want to do is be touched, but only by Harry. I know that he will obviously have plenty of girls swooning over him especially at the office, he probably fucks all of his assistants so there is no point in me even trying to get his attention. I want him but I sure as hell know that he doesn't want me. Besides, he's my dads boss it's not like doing anything with him will give him a pay rise, right?