Case Closed[Harry Styles][AU]

Chapter 12: "Style by Taylor Swift"

Harry's POV

I walked downtown and went into the business hall.

"Sorry I'm late." I whispered.

"Wow why so quiet Styles?" Evangeline asked raising an eyebrow. I guarantee there isn't a single piece of genuine hair in her perfectly sculpted head mustaches.

"Nothing." I muttered.

"Probably just women troubles." My product endorser suggested.

I just nodded.

"So I have 2 new jobs. And I have one galleria wanting to buy something for next years spring collection." Eva said struggling through her notes. She can't do anything with those annoying fake nails, except tap them on the desk and drive everyone crazy.

"Jobs?"

"Well ones from me, It's a $6,000 job if you're willing." She blushed, like she's really just so embarrassed.

"And my other options?"

"The old guy off of Herald Boulevard ." she giggled.

"Again!?" I chuckled. "Where does he get the money?"

We all started laughing.

"No, Eva I'll do you and the Spring portrait." I laughed. "Err not do... Paint. Paint."

"Glad to hear it." She said rolling it off her lips. My annoyance for her at the moment was bearable.

We dispersed and I walked home. On my way I stopped and got some flowers and a "I'm 'beary' sowwy bear". It's okay Brookie loves puns. Chocolate better grab chocolate. Girls just love it and maybe she's 'flowing" soon so she just needs chocolate. Apparently, that helps.

I sprinted up to the studio level and hurriedly opened the door.

"Loveie!!" I knew she wouldn't be able to sleep after our fight. She was Indian style in a chair hunched over her laptop, her hair in a sloppy bun, and her glasses on. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

She was so focused she didn't even hear when I entered.

"AND CATHERINE CRIED THE ENTIRE NIGHT BECAUSE HER FIANCÉ IS AN ASSHOLE DOUCHE. AND SHE THREW LOTS OF FLOWER POTS AND WANTED TO MURDER HIM IN HIS SLEEP. SHE ACTED LIKE EVERYTHING WAS FINE UNTIL HE WENT TO BED AND SHE CUT HIS PENIS OFF BECAUSE HE DESERVES NO HAPPINESS."

I stood in the doorway horrified as she read her typings out loud.

"That's kind of violent....... Backspace. Backspace. Backspace!!" She tapped it several times. Her discretion for technology was humorous.

"What the hell are you writing?" I laughed.

"Oh my gosh! How long have you been there." She almost flipped out of the chair.

"Long enough. Come here. " I said holding out her presents.

"Harry, you're the sweetest person I've ever met!" I said hugging him.

"I just hate when we fight." I said kissing the top of her head as she leaned into my chest.

"Me too." She sighed.

"I got a job offer..."

"Really!?"

"Yeah apparently Eva's looking into some portraits. It's a really nice $6,000 de-" I stopped after her smile fell to a frown.

"We don't need the money that bad, not yet."

"Why not, we could have money to just relax for awhile and put bac-"

"Harry," she gritted her teeth. "I don't want to fight with you again. Drop it."

"Okay." I said not sure what would make us fight.

But sometimes it's best to just agree with her than risk a fight and losing her.

I lifted her off her feet and carried her to our room.

She was dainty. Pale and thin. Kind of a bony thing and medium height with long legs. Blonde curly hair. Mesmerising blue eyes. Small curves and sharp cheekbones carved by sucking me off. She was so many colours. White skin. Pink cheeks and lips. Blue blue eyes. Long eyelashes. Perfect.

Her whole body reacted to my touch. Her skin would goosebump and her mouth would respond with noises of her pleasure. Her hands would reach for my hair. Her toes would curl. Her hips moving towards me. Her eyes closing.

I loved my effect on her.

Within minutes we had finished what we do best, physical love.

"Are you finally going to be able to sleep?" I laughed knowing her insomnia was rough.

"Oh yes." She giggled.

"During the middle of the day?"

"Maybe." She said turning on her side wiggling her bum into me.

I swear she sleeps like that on purpose just to make me crave her again.

I wanted to give her everything.

"I'm going to marry you." I whispered soothing her wild sex-mangled hair.

"Then get to it!" She grumbled.

I thought she was asleep but I just laughed nuzzling into her neck.

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I know her. She doesn't want a big wedding. She want some sort of ring nothing too big or flashy. She just wants us to be together. Whether we are rich or poor as long as we're together.

$6,000. I could buy a ring. I could buy our honeymoon. I have to do this.

I don't understand why she doesn't want me paint Eva. I've known her my whole life.

"We don't need the money that bad yet." The phrase kept echoing in my mind.

I didn't want to have to live off the necessities. I want to be able to surprise her and afford for us to live well.

There's got to be some other way. Something else.

But there isn't. No one wants my paintings and Brooklyn isn't writing anymore.

I texted Evangeline.

Me: Hey Eva😝

Eva: Hello Styles, how can I help you. 😊

Me: Is it too late for that new job you offered me?

Evan: Nope I'm ready anytime.

Me: I can be at your house in about 30 minutes. Do you want portraits and snapshots?

Evan: If you would yes.

Me: See you soon doll.

6,000 dollars I would be getting for this session. Brookie will be so surprised! She just left with Sammy, Lou's girlfriend , hopefully I could be back before her and surprise her.

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*A/N: So this chapter and next three are actually the first chapters I ever wrote in this book. I heard the song "Style by Taylor Swift" and all these ideas popped into my head. That's why this song is crucial to this chapter. If you listen to the song you'll get a major foreshadow on the next installment.

Basically the next two chapters are crucial and the beginning and ending are all designed around these two sections. Love you very muchies! Thanks darlings!

How would you react if your boyfriend went behind your back with the one girl you can't stand?

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