Promise Me This [h.s]

02.

Harry Styles

Her honey brown eyes looked up at me with a stunned look across her face.

What can I say, I guess I tend to have that effect on people. A small smirk begins to form on my face at the thought.

There was nothing but deep stares for a brief moment so I decided to break the silence, "take a picture it will last longer." My small smirk now turning into a very visible one.

"Oh, no I wasn't—"

"Relax, I'm just messing with you." I say with slight humor. "You must be Amaya, correct?"

She keeps heavy eye contact with me, sometimes breaking it because I probably made her a nervous wreck. She now has a puzzled expression written all over her face, she was definitely wondering how the hell I, Harry Styles, knew her name.

"Yes, um, h-how do you know my name?" Called it.

I'm honestly surprised at how calm I was acting considering I was in a terrible mood; little did Amaya know it was because of her father.

"Well, I actually just met your father." I tell her.

She was looking away but flickered her eyes back up to mine as soon as those words left my mouth.

"You- why did you...?"

God, I know I make girls nervous sometimes but geez, I can barely understand her pathetic little murmurs.

"You alright there sweetheart?" I ask humorously. "It seems you can't get words out of your mouth, which I take full responsibility for." I smirk, but quickly pursed my lips to a line.

I don't know what it was, but I can tell something was off about her the second we started talking. I studied her face and realized that it looked as if she were in a lot of pain. I don't care about this girl in the slightest, but if I want my plan to work I'm going to have to act like it.

"Mr. Styles—." She begins to say but I cut her off.

"Darling, no need for the formality, just call me Harry." I say with pride.

"Okay, Harry," she emphasizes with an eye roll before continuing, "why were you speaking with my father?" She finally asks me without stammering.

"Well, long story short, I just lost 5 million dollars to your father because he cheated in our game of blackjack. Your father is a con man, and I don't like people who cheat me, princess." I begin to tell her coldly.

She swallows harshly, looks as if what I said had an effect on her of some sort.

She looks upset when she replies, "I'm sorry but you're mistaken, my father would never do such a thing."

"Yeah? Well, I was there sweetheart." I harshly say. "The thing is, your father has no idea he gained 5 million from me. He doesn't even know who he won the money from because I played along anonymously. I'm a rich guy as you well know, so I payed someone to play along for me. Sadly, it didn't go as how I planned, but what can I say? I love to gamble." I proudly state.

She hesitates before she answers back, "well Harry, that's simply your own fault, so don't go blaming my father for your misfortune." She tries to tell me firmly although it was obvious she was nervous.

"Look here Amaya, I don't like when people try to steal from me." I begin to say angrily. "Luckily for you, I overheard your father talking with some of the other businessmen. Apparently you're his only daughter and you were supposed to get married off a couple years ago but some incident stopped that from happening?" I asked as a question, even though I already knew something did in fact go down because of the look now on her face.

Tears started to form in her eyes but she was trying hard not to shed any.

All she can say is, "what do you want from me, Harry."

"No need for tears darling, I'm about to make life a whole lot easier for you." I slyly begin to tell her.

She looks at me confused, "Wha-."

"A deal." I cut her off. "I want to propose a deal that can benefit us both. See, when I heard your father talking I remember him mentioning how he wanted to marry you off next week and-

She cuts me off immediately, "What?! No, that can't be! You misheard him, that doesn't even make any sense!" She says shocked at what she's hearing.

But before I can reply she turns around and starts speed walking away from me in the opposite direction.

Shit. I probably shouldn't have led with that.

I quickly follow behind her to try and grab her attention, "Amaya wait, I didn't finish what I was saying." I say harshly while trying to grab her arm.

She whipped her arm away from mine quickly and continued her fast pace to the back of the casino where all the businessmen were.

"Amaya. Listen to me." I try to say loudly but my voice is immersed in the loud music.

By the time she reaches to where her father is I knew there wasn't much I could do, I guess she will just find out herself.

"Dad." She begins to say but he cuts her off immediately.

Her father was a tall man and he seemed very strict. He had black hair and dark eyes that really pierced into your soul. He is an extremely well known business man and seemed to have a huge ego. I thought I would teach him a thing or two by joining in the game of blackjack but unfortunately lost. I wanted to see him lose all his money to me but he ended up stealing all of mine. He thinks I didn't notice how he cheated but let's just say I have eyes in the back of my head. He deserves to be punished for his actions, and he has no idea how far I'm willing to go to make that happen.

"Hi ponnu." Her dad begins to say to her. He lifts his head up and sees me, "oh, I see you've met your future husband." He says with a slight chuckle while wiggling his eyebrows.

Amaya turns her head back to me and tilts her head with a very puzzled look on her face.

"My- my what?" She says to her father while still holding her gaze with me.

"Harry, I thought you said you would talk to her." He says, now a bit more sternly.

I purse my lips to a line while keeping eye contact with Amaya. She patiently waits for me to reply since she has no idea what the hell is going on.

I turn my attention toward her father, "yes, sorry Mr. Sharma. When I was telling her she was a bit.. shocked? So I wasn't able to finish telling her." I tell her father apologetically.

"Tell me what?" Amaya pushes.

When no one was saying anything she pushes more, "someone better tell me what the hell is going on!" She says in a harsh tone.

"Amaya!" Her father says sternly.

"I'm sorry! But no one is telling me anything!" She yells worriedly.

Her father looks at her warningly before he said anything, not wanting her to overreact I assume. She simply nods awaiting to hear her worst nightmare become reality, "you and Harry are getting married Amaya." He begins to say.

Amaya looks speechless and her face pales at her father's statement. She turned to look back at me once more and all I can do is send her a cold smirk.

Her jaw is slightly dropped and I have never seen someone look so confused my whole life.

Is it bad how I can't wait to explain this all to her later just to watch her pathetic little heart break?