Friday night; I'm pulling an all nighter for this shoot for next Friday morning.

Loads of paper work, permits, organisation of like everything.

At 6pm, Mia knocks and enters my office.

"Here are the last designs; with the fabric choices you wanted Isla!" She shyly and awkwardly places them on my desk.

I don't say anything; I just nod my head. She walks out.

I don't look up from my computer screen until 7.30pm when my stomach starts to grumble loudly. I haven't eaten since breakfast and that sort coffee break; well chai latte break. I take my glasses off, rub my eyes and then I grab my iPod and walk out of my office to the kitchen. Lorde's 'Royal' is playing and I bob and dance and start singing it in the kitchen while I heat up my left over pasta from last night's dinner from Etto.

"That we're fine with this, we didn't come from money!" I sing and move around the kitchen. The microwave dings and I move, grab my dinner and turn around. My heads focus on the food. I keep singing.

"We don't care; we aren't caught up in your love affair. And we'll never be royal" I sing. I look up to see Phillip standing in the door way of the kitchen smiling and laughing to himself.

I stopped in shock, I take a few steps back, move my hand to my heart and glare at him. "Fuck Phillip!" I hiss at him catching my breathe. "You scared me. What are you still doing here?"

"I was about to go, but then I heard you!" He was still laughing.

"Oh hush up!" I barge past him and back to my office. He follows me in pursuit.

"What are you still doing here on a Friday night Isla?" He stands in my door way and I place my pasta on my desk, place my glasses back on and walk over to the clothing rack on the other side of my office. It's in front of my book shelving. I take a piece off the rack and look at it. I choose to ignore Phillip.

"Are you ignoring me Isla?" He questions me and has some sass to his tune.

I continue to ignore him as I walk to my desk and look at the clothing check list. I pick it up and notice that the dress in my hand isn't the one I am supposed to have. I let out a sigh. I turn on my heel and walk out my door. I scoot past Phillip. I left the office and turn to my left and head down the hallway to the clothing room. Phillip still follows me.

I reach the door, swipe my key card and the door unlocks and the lights flicker. I rummage through the clothes rack next to the door to find the dress I need.

"Huh..." Phillip stands in the doorway.

"What never been in this room before?" I asked Phillip.

"Never, it's bigger than I imaged!" He lets out a smile.

"Right..." I reply and then focus back to my dress hunt. Phillip walks into the space and heads over to the men's section. I ignore him and skim through the dresses. Phillip pulls out a suite jacket.

"Don't touch anything!" I snap back at him.

"I'm just looking!" He replied back with attitude.

"Well I don't need you ruining the whole system, now do I?" I turn around to see him still going through and pull out clothing. "What did I just say?"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't listening!" Phillip pulls out another suite jacket. I rush over to him and grab it off of him and place it back.

"Be careful!" I warn him. He takes a step back away from me.

"Sorry Miss over-protective!"

"Can I kill you already?" I hiss back at him.

"Not yet, because I am still lovable!" He smiles back like a little child. I let out a sigh and move away from him.

"What is your problem with me Isla?" Phillip storms over to me.

I look through a rack and finally found the dress I needed and head back to my office with Phillip in full pursuit.

"What is your problem?" Phillip yells at me.

I place the dress back onto its rightful rack in my office and tick it off my list. I turn back around and Phillip is in my face. He looks angry and annoyed at me.

"My problem with you..." I push him away, "Is that you just waltz in here, thinking you know everything, you constantly flirt with any woman that enters the office, and you are always annoying me with your smirking. You know nothing about me or this business and yet you think you do. But you don't!"

I keep rambling on. "You think you know everything, but you don't and you never will!"

"Are you finished?" Phillip butts in.

"Yes, for now." I warn him.

"Right, well you know nothing about me and my life now do you?"

"I know enough about you Mr Phillip James Perkins!" I point my finger at him.

"You know my middle name, anything else?" Phillip crosses his arms. I cross my arms.

"You were born and raised to the wealthy Perkins family in London, located Notting hill. You grew up with two older brothers who took over your father's empire in London and Paris. You are currently living in Melbourne to work for Vintage Twins. You also can't keep it in your pants!" I smile at him.

"Someone does their research?" He looks at me.

"Jonathon gave me your file!" This was true. Jonathon gave me the file the day after Phillip arrived. I needed to do my research about him. "So what do you know about me Phillip?"

He smiles. "Isla Phoebe Jane Collins, born in Melbourne Australia. Grew up an only child, is a complete fan girl when it comes to Harry Potter..." He pauses and points to my Deathly Hallow necklace I am wearing. He continues, "Star Wars and Game of Thrones. You have been depressed recently, unsure why, but you seem to be constantly on your period, with the bitchiness from you every day!"

I clench my fits.

"You still don't know me or get me Phillip!" I snap back at him.

He looks at me.

"You wanna know why I am depress and bitchy to you! I caught my fucking fiancé cheating on my with my BEST FRIEND, my only best female friend. I caught them having God damn fucking sex in my own bed, to the apartment the Edward and I once owned. And I get slapped by Edward because I... I caught them. Days later my mother dies in a car crash. I was set to get married next week and be on a honeymoon next weekend. I was supposed to be the happiest in my life right now, but I am clearly fucking not!"

Tears roll down my cheeks. I chuck my glasses off and rub my eyes. My bottom lips wobbles and I cry. I take deep breathes. Phillip moves closer to me. I take a step back.

"Don't come closer!" I warn him, "You're only doing it because you feel fucking sorry for me and nothing else. So just don't!"

I wipe away my tears and move to my desk. I grab my pasta and take a mouthful. Phillip just stands there staring at me.

"Isla..." Phillip says softly to me. He walks over to me and hugs me from behind. I try to move my way out of it, but he holds on. I give in and just let him hug me. "Why didn't you tell me?" He whispers into my ear. It sent a shiver down my spine, it was so hot and sexy how he said it.

"Because I didn't want everyone to know and I didn't even know you!" I reply back.

"Is that why..." He pauses.

"For all the change to my image? Yes!"I tell him the truth.

"Well he clearly doesn't know what he is missing out on!" I can feel him smile and I move away from him slowly. "I don't know why anyone would cheat on you!" He looks away quickly. He clearly blurted that out.

I shy away and take a seat at my desk. I grab my pasta, take a mouthful and look at my paper and sigh out.

Phillip stands there with his hands in his pockets. He opens his mouth to start to say something but shuts it. He moves to the chairs in front of my desk and takes a seat. He looks up at me and we have eye contact.

"I know how you feel Isla. I too..." He pauses and looks away from me. "I didn't get cheated on, but I cheated. I cheated with my brother's girlfriend. Hence why I am not in London. He kicked me out of the family home and told me to leave. I had money on me and in my bank account. From my inheritance and my trust fund. He couldn't touch it, so I moved to Australia for a fresh start..."

I look at him. I glare at him more like it.

"Why did you do that with your own brother's girlfriend?" I questioned him. He turned his back to mine and stared at me.

"I was in love with her. And I didn't want my brother to have her..."

"So you fucked your brother's girlfriend?"

"Yeah..." He puts his hand to the back of his neck and stretches. "She was my best friend and ended up with my brother instead of me. So I did what I did..."

"Did she feel the same way you did?"

"I thought she did, until we got caught. It was only once; we had sex and got caught. She didn't want anything to do with me afterwards, saying it was a big mistake and she doesn't feel the same way about me!" He moves his hand through his hair and sighs out. I hear his stomach grumble.

"Would you like some of my pasta?" I offer him.

"Nah I'm go-" But his stomach grumbles again.

"Here!" I hand him my pasta and smile.

"Thanks!" He smiles back and takes a bite and melts.

"Twhwis is swooo gwood!" he chews and speaks with his mouth full.

"Didn't your mother teach you manners?" I laugh out. He looks away and I realised what I just said. "I'm so sorry. I completely forgot Phillip!" I cover my mouth.

"It's ok Isla," He lets a small smile out. He places the pasta onto my desk

"I'm sorry Phillip!" I reply back trying to make eye contact with him. I reach for his hand and grab onto it. I know what it's like to lose a family member.

"Thanks Isla!" He makes eye contact and he doesn't flinch when I grab his hand. Our hands linger for a while before his phone goes off. He removes his hand and picks up his phone.

"Hello?" He answers and I look away and focus on my clothing check list. I place my glasses back on.

"No... Sorry... I'm sorry... I'm still at work, I won't be able to make tonight... I've got loads of work to do...Sorry again...Bye..." He hangs up.

"You've got loads of work to do?" I smirk up at him and look over my check list.

"I'm staying and helping you!" He smiled, went over to the rack, took a piece out. "Do we need this?"

"Yes, but it needs the belt!" I point to the pile of accessories on my couch; he walks over and picks up a belt. He puts it down. "Hey! That was the belt it needed!"

"No it wasn't..." He picked up another belt and puts it on. He smiles. I let out an 'huh' in astonishment. "Maybe a male can have better eyes than a female with glasses!"

"Maybe your right... But I still have a better taste in fashion and I know what I am talking about!"

He lets out a laugh and I laugh a little too. I smiled up at him.

"You have a cute laugh, but a greater smile when you mean it!" He says and turns back to rack and places the dress on. "And I like the glasses!"
It was silent for a few moments. "Also, I have never heard you swear so much since I've been here! Please don't swear that much though, it's a rude fucking habit!"

I burst out laughing. Phillip joins in too. I shake my head smiling. I look back at the check list and we continue this banter and flirting session throughout the night.

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A/N
Thank you all once again for reading my story. I'm slowly developing this. I do hope you are enjoying this as much as I am writing this!!!

Please comment and vote, also I'm looking for casting, clearly Phillip is Kit Harington!
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Cheers,
Krystal Waters,your amazingly crap author!!!