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Maela

"Maela are you alright?" Brian asks me and I let out a shaky breath as I gawk mildly at Harry, his eyes washing over me.

God he's married, what am I thinking? He's so.. tempting, and that's just for his looks. His voice is just as much as a factor and his charm- god his charm is like a practice for him that he has mastered.

I want him.

Every single piece of him I want, but deep inside of my head I know I can't.

His interest in me could go far but at the same time it could go very, very short.  My mind is hazy with lust and I would never know if I'm just imagining the way he looks at me unless he brings it up himself.  Which would obviously never happen.

He's a married man. A CEO for crying out loud. He's rich, he could own my family for all I know.

My lips purse together after I take a deep breath, trying to get my brain to function so I don't make a complete fool of myself.

"I'm fine, Brian," I whisper and he raises an eyebrow at me, skeptically turning back to the man of the hour, Harry Styles.

"Always nice to see you, Mr. Styles, you are a true business man," my boss comments as he shakes Harry's hand excitedly. Just for a moment I feel myself cringe at Brian's desperate behavior. But I pull myself out of the judgement hole and find my soul twirling graciously in the midst of Harry's presence. Selfishly wanting him all to myself, so that Brian could stop ruining a potential moment.

The devil on my shoulder resists kneeing me in the face, my wishful thinking not sitting well with her. 

"Same goes to you, Mr. Hoss, it seems it is time for me to move on," Harry murmurs, letting go of his hand after seeing Brian nod. Harry turns to face me. I feel a ball lodge itself into my throat, a hint of shock resting on my expression as he addresses me. "And you Ms. Sharp? Would you like to accompany me in the hall where the orchestra is playing? Tchaikovsky, was it that you mentioned you liked?" Harry asks me and I feel my cheeks immediately burn with a harsh fire.

What?

Tchaikovsky the composer? Since when did I mention him? Did we even talk about music?

His eyes are suddenly piercing into me, pupils staring intently as if to try and send me an obvious message. My palms instantly grow clammy as I quickly try to play it off for him, giving him a warm smile and a shaky breath.

"You remembered," I say softly, and he offers for me to head in the direction of the hall first, his arm extended out. I glance at Brian and he looks at us skeptically but uses a smile as a disguise. I don't act on it, as I don't even know what is going on either.

"See you tomorrow, Brian," I whisper at which he tightens his smile uncomfortably.

"Maela," he nods his head, but with that I turn around, walking a little ahead of Harry as his hand rests lightly on the small of my back, sending pulses of electricity to my spine. I'm fighting to take deep breaths, letting my chest rise and fall

We weave through the crowd graciously, Harry receiving many hand shakes and greetings throughout the way, but thankfully they're brief. His hand leaves my back after the first encounter and I almost pout at the loss.

What does he want from me?

I mean, if we really are going to listen to Tchaikovsky from the quartet then that's fine, but I never mentioned music to him. He has to want more if he's going to lie and make me lie to my own boss.

For lustful thoughts I went along with him and now I am stuck next to him, only imagining the touch of his fingers on my skin that would leave trails of fire, burning my warmed flesh.

My mind is pulled away from me as soon as someone places me into the conversation.

"And she is?" An old woman asks, my bottom lip being caught between my teeth.

"I'm Maela," I chime carefully, seeing that I am talking to people that eat cash for dinner. My name has been bounced off my tongue numerous times tonight, but I don't pay much mind to it as the old woman stares at me blankly, her rich demeanor giving her the idea that she could just look at me forever and not feel rude.

My body resists the urge to walk away right then in attempts to say I won't put up with her, but it's challenging. I look to Harry for help.

"She works at Hoss," he states, and I let out a breath at his introduction for me. I nod at the old woman, and the younger woman with the short man next to her who smiles warmly in contrast, nodding subtly. "Well it was nice seeing you again Mrs. Everes," Harry finally dismisses us but the old woman won't let us go just yet.

"And where are you two heading?" She asks. I can't help but feel the muscles of my jaw tighten, my chest expanding with an annoyed breath. Only my thoughts are allowed to flow with countless insults, the frustration of this night setting into my mind to drag me down.

"We were going to see the quartet outside," Harry says as briefly as he can, my ears detecting the slightest pinch of his bothered demeanor.

Mrs. Everes seems to sense that too as she nods, Harry holding my back firmly now as we walk away and through the big doors that leads into the large hall.

Sorry it's so short!!! The chapters get much longer

♡kaitlyn