Just Let Go (Harry Styles)

Chapter Seven - Management

Heads up! So I know nothing of how things work in the music industry so I made this whole chapter up, all the names of management I made up and so if they match then great! (if not, then in my own reality -which is this book- it does!!)

Enjoy!

Sea :)

Chapter Seven

Harry was taking his time grabbing my bag. He must have been gone for more than half hour before I finally got the courage to ask where he was.

"It's normal for Harry to be alone for a bit. He is probably sitting in his car or something, so don't worry about him." Louis said giving me a sweet smile.

My heart tinged with concern for him as I looked towards the door like I had been since he left. I had felt some what uncomfortable with all the questions and attention towards me earlier. I was most afraid of the question "Why become an Escort after getting such a great degree" but thankfully no one put two and two together.. At least I think it was no one. I had glanced at Harry when I had said what I did and I could just see the wheels turning in his head.

And as for the boys. So far, I really liked all of them! All the boys were really fun and a great laugh to be around including Zayn, the one I thought avoided loud noises as much as possible until they started singing this song they said they jokingly sang on the X factor document videos where Zayn says "Vas happenin' boys!?" A lot.

Louis had just put the idea out to play some cards when we heard the front door close and Harry walk in with my bag.

"Sorry I took so long. Kristen, may I please speak with you in the other room quick?" He asked over his shoulder as he walked towards one of the bedroom doors.

"Yes you can!" I exclaimed jumping up and following him. I glanced back at the boys and told them not to wait for me. I entered the room which Harry had disappeared into and closed the door.

Harry was sitting on the bed which was up against the wall in the center of the room. He patted the open spot next to him indicating he wanted me to sit down. He was just going to speak with me, right? I didn't want my first time to be like this... Barely knowing the man and me not love him. He must have read my thoughts because he spoke the next second.

"I don't want to touch you, Kristen. Like I said: I need to speak with you."

His low accented voice sent chills across my skin just like the airport. You would think I would be used to it by now, but I wasn't. His voice was dreamy and I just wanted to close my eyes and listen to it all day.

"I know," I put a smile on my face. "I heard you." Trying to sound like I was not effected by this type of situation at all, I sat down next to him and waited for him to begin.

"The reason I took so long is because management called me. They want to meet you and get this story concreted so that there are no problems." He said straight forwardly.

"Sounds great!" I said with great optimistic in my voice. "When do they want to meet with us?"

"Within the hour. They don't want to wait."

I lightly nibbled on my lower lip. I wasn't scared to meet management. Heck, I already knew someone in it, but there was still this feeling of nervousness I couldn't shack. It was probably -definitely- due to me just pretending to be an escort. What if they saw right through me? I would be royally screwed and all my dreams of working at BP wound just be flushed down the drain.

"How long wound this take? I kinda did just land this morning and I am ready for bed. It is almost 7:00." I wasn't lying. I suffer from great jetlag whenever and wherever I go.