where it ends || h.s. {COMPLETED}

Prologue

"Mr. Styles, right?" I ask, extending my arm out to shake hands with the man across from me.  My lips curl in as I watch as him, his eyes slowly washing over my entirety.  My shoulders seemingly shrink, cautious as to why he could be scanning me so shamelessly for.  I'm about to think further about his examination, but he slips his hand into mines, shaking it with a tight grip. I can't help but feel a twist in my stomach.

"Mr. Styles, yes," he says with a careful nod, "but you may call me Harry."  

Hesitant, I purse my lips together, but nod subtly. His deep accented voice casts a shadow over my head, causing a swarm of thoughts to hang along my vision. The air around us suddenly grows tight as I fidget to fix my pencil skirt, then comb the loose strand of hair out of my face. 

"And you are?" Mr. Styles catches me off guard.  I look up at his emerald green eyes, briefly mesmerized by the view for a second too long.

He, Mr. Styles, wants to know who I am?  I feel flattered, instantly more special than I felt a second ago.  It's probably not a feeling I should get used to. 

"I," I pause, clearing my tight throat, "I'm Maela," I say with minimal confidence. I feel my lip quickly being pulled between my bottom teeth in reaction to my uneasiness and my eyes flutter to the ground in hopes that my 4 inch heels can boost my lost ego. I begin to swallow the idea that the CEO of Styles Enterprise is talking to me like he is a normal person I begin to feel my palms getting clammy.

If I so much as say the wrong thing I could lose my job, let alone my boss's job or whatever deals he has with Mr.- Harry.

"What's your last name?" He asks lowly, a waiter passing by with a tray full of croquembouche, the dessert has never pleasured the palette of my tongue.  Mr. -facepalm, Harry, takes one first and the man offers me one which I hesitantly accept, a warm smile appearing on my face. I slowly tell Harry my last name.

I can see him from the corner of my eye, his smirk and his smooth looking lips sending me into a haze.

Is it getting hot in here?

Why am I still talking to him? Why is he still talking to me?

My eyes try to wander around looking for help in this hopeless rich people party, or okay, business party,same thing. But no one catches my eye, and I'm left thinking I'm completely on my own.

My boss invited all his business colleagues and somehow I got thrown an invitation in my office personally reinforced by my boss himself when I was on a lunch break yesterday. Suddenly I'm here to show my face to my boss just so that he knows I came, then leave to do something better with my Saturday night off.  

But I'm not sure how I find myself with Harry. Yet he seems to like my presence, but for me on the other hand?

I would feel so much more comfortable if I were somewhere else. Considering how mind racking it is for me to just stand here in front of this man. As much as it is a honor it's just as awkward.

My eyes glimpse at Harry from the corner of my eye and he's already staring at me intently, his emerald eyes piercing every part of me to a point that makes me shudder. I turn to him to be just as blunt but he only smirks at me amusingly, seeing how I just dared to meet his gaze. He doesn't hold onto the gaze too long though, but instead starts to rally up a swarm of butterflies to attack my stomach. He's playing a game, I'm sure of it, but how could I think that of an absolutely alluring CEO?  That by the way, I still have no clue why he's wasting his time on someone like me, someone who could never reach his standards. He immediately slices through my own thoughts, leaving my mouth dry.

"Quite a lovely night don't you think?" He questions and I stare at him blankly.

"Sure- I mean yes, quite lovely," I stammer and his smug smile quickly has me melting on the spot.

"You know what else I think is lovely, Ms. Sharp?" He questions, and the sound of my last name from his voice is enough to drown my body in sweat.

"What is Mr. Styles?" I ask dryly, my lips parting.

He smiles warmly, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

"The little spec of that dessert between your teeth," he smirks and my face immediately contorts in pure horror, my face pulsing red. My hand shoots up to my teeth as I feel for any piece of food but feel nothing, looking up at Harry in embarrassment.  Maybe I'm overreacting, but this is.. This is Mr. Styles for petes sake.

It's not until I see the look of amusement on his face that my stomach stops churning, but my face still continues to glow bright red.

He begins to chuckle successfully and I pinch my eyes shut, an embarrassed smile fresh on my face. God he's suddenly frustrating and annoying, but at the same time completely charming.  If this were any douchebag I've met in my college years I'd have stormed away by now. But in this man's presence I'd be the embarrassment for walking away from a potential life changing opportunity.

In what way however.. I have no clue.

I don't want to leave his presence, but at the same time I do. The atmosphere is slowly shrinking to a calm one, but near completely awkward.

Slowly I begin to fade off with a soft smile, hoping to leave this man alone when a woman's voice rings from behind me, her voice piercing my ears, yet has a powerful pull to it. We both turn to look at her.

"Honey who is this?"

I blink at Harry, then look at the beautiful woman who looks about the age as Harry, who is young at an early twenty-six.  Harry smiles warmly at her and takes her hand, pulling her close then gestures to me.  I watch as a gleam fills his eyes, blinking softly.

"Sweetheart this is Ms. Sharp," he whispers lowly. Then a slow smile pulls on his lips, "Ms. Sharp this is Arendia, my wife."

I stand staring at the married couple, a powerful one, both three years older than me.

And I feel so dumbfounded as they look at me. 

Blue eyes that looks at me carefully, and green eyes that looks at me..

desirably.

So that's the prologue!! There's a lot more to come with this story(: so just stick it out if the beginning is too slow? Or too fast?

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♡kaitlyn