The Encounter |H.S|

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I enter my office, the cup of coffee warming up my hand in the slightest as I do so and frowning as I notice two people inside my office.

"You do know that you have your own office, right?" I ask as Harry looks up at me with raised eyebrows, Zayn snickering while looking at me.

"I am aware of that, but I wanted to bring you these." He shows me a few papers before setting them in my desk as I walk closer to them, "also–"

"Evelyn, will you tell Harry that I want today's photoshoot to be on the roof?" Zayn interrupts Harry, looking at me with his head tilted and hands behind his back while I nod, turning my head to glance at Harry again.

"Harry, Zayn wants today's photoshoot to be on the roof," I repeat, trying not to smile as he crosses his arms over his chest with a dull look in his eyes.

"No."

I turn my head to look at Zayn with raised eyebrows, grinning at him before speaking. "He said yes."

Zayn smirks at Harry as he breathes out in frustration before shaking his head and setting one hand on my desk behind him. "I already informed you that we're not going to move the photoshoot to the roof."

"Why not, Harry? You're making a drama out of something so small," I argue, letting out a sigh as he stares at me with a frown, "haven't you heard that the model is always right?"

"Who said that?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows as I shrug with pursed lips before taking a sip of my coffee.

"I did."

He sighs once again, closing his eyes in frustration before running a hand through his hair and nodding. "Fine, I'll speak to the crew in charge in a few, now go get ready."

Zayn smirks at me before patting my hair and walking out of my office, closing the door behind him after doing so.

I smile to myself before rounding my desk and as I was about to sit down Harry taps my back, making me turn around.

"Yes?"

"I uh–" He stops himself, laughing nervously while scratching the back of his neck, "I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me? You don't have to! If you don't want to that's fine too that's why I said I was merely wondering an–"

"I'll think about it." I chuckle, watching as he frantically nods before gesturing to me to follow him and I frown before doing so, walking next to him out of the office after putting down my cup of coffee.

It's not that I don't want to go out with him, I'd accept it very effortlessly but I just want to take things slower, even though we were very close before I just don't want to rush things again because last time I did that it did not end well.

I don't think he's changed so fast, nobody can but I believe that the news about Hazel made him rethink his actions in the slightest, but that doesn't mean he's a better person than before.

He sets his hand on my lower back as we walk and I look up at him with a frown. "I need you to speak to the photographer because the rest of the crew is in the place where I had planned to do this before."

We stop in front of a door and I knock on it as he stands next to me, rubbing my back faintly before walking away to speak to the crew, I suppose.

A few seconds go by before the door opens and the supposed photographer stands there glaring at me. "Oh, it's just you."

I roll my eyes at Carter, crossing my arms over my chest before shaking my head. "You're the photographer?"

"I've always been." He sends me a fake smile and I sigh out of annoyance, I haven't talked to this guy more than two times and the way he annoys me so easily is very impressive.

"Sure, listen, Mr. Styles and Zayn have changed the place of the photoshoot to the roof so do with that information what you will," I mutter while looking down with furrowed eyebrows.

I don't want to prolong the conversation, I informed him and he knows what to do so why bother standing here any longer?

I close the door after hearing him grumbling and I walk back to my office but as soon as I was about to sit down a knock is heard and I internally groan.

One day I'm going to make all of these men walk around the whole day with heels.

I walk towards the door and open it, revealing Zayn as he stands there with a grin and a black hat on his head. "I'd like to invite you to go to the roof with us."

"But–"

"Please." He prolongs the word, clasping his hands together in a pleading way making me sigh while nodding and mentally bidding farewell to my forgotten cup of coffee on my desk.

He makes a small celebration dance before grabbing my wrist and pulling me out of the doorway of the office before closing the door behind us.

Letting go of my wrist, he strides down the hallway while I take slow steps behind him as he greets everyone that walks by him.

I jump in the slightest as I feel a hand on my lower back, raising my hand as I turn my head to look at the person who did it.

After letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of Harry, I lower my hand as he looks down at me with amusement clear on his features. "You scared me, asshole."

"I did? I'm immensely sorry." He chuckles, looking forward and frowning his eyebrows at Zayn, who was singing something and receiving a few glances and wide eyes from some people as we walk.

I laugh quietly as he ambles through the hallway before we all stop in front of a grey door and Harry pushes it open and holds it open for us. 

"Thank you." Zayn grins, shuffling Harry's hair to which he simply does nothing but glare at him while we both walk past him.

After the door is closed we all walk up the stairs to the roof. "Is everyone on the roof already?" I ask, looking over at Harry who is a little bit ahead of me as we all walk.

"They're getting things ready and will arrive soon." He replies, opening another grey door that leads to the roof and we all step into it, the wind hitting us harshly as the temperature difference makes me shiver.

Harry side glances at me while I take a look at the area around me and Zayn purses his lips before jumping in the slightest as the door behind us opens again, the crew walking past us and to the middle of the roof.

I feel something on my shoulders as I look ahead at the members of the crew preparing everything, turning my head as I notice Harry draped his dark blue suit jacket on my shoulders, leaving him with only his white dress shirt.

"You'll be cold," I warn him, watching as he looks around as if pretending to not see me with furrowed eyebrows before walking towards the crew.

I roll my eyes, sliding my arms into the sleeves of the fabric on my shoulders and smiling at the oversized attire.

I stride a little bit closer to where everyone is, raising my eyebrows as I see everyone shuffling around with different objects in their hands. Someone bumps into me and I nearly fall but I am immediately caught and pulled up by Harry, who curses quietly.

"Oh." I look behind me to see Carter with a frown on his face as he stares at me before glancing over at Harry who is holding my elbows with a glacial look in his eyes as he glares at the man in front of him.

"You should be more cautious with where you're running to, Carter." He seethes the name as if it's venomous and I widen my eyes before glancing at Carter with raised eyebrows.

"I apologise, sir." He mutters, glancing at me before speeding away and I scoff at his lack of maturity. He apologises to Harry when he bumped into me? That doesn't make a lot of sense but it's better if I just let him live in his own ignorance after all.

"Are you alright?" Harry then asks while looking down at me, letting go of my elbows and furrowing his eyebrows while running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I didn't know Carter was the photographer," I tell him curiously, clasping my hands behind my back as he shrugs.

"For a brief instant, I forgot about it as well."

Tomorrow my online classes will start and I am surely not ready hahaha. I hope you're enjoying the story!♡