The Runway [h.s AU]

two

Lily Adams

CEO. He is the fucking CEO of Dior. The motherfucking CEO of motherfucking Dior has just noticed me.

No wonder he was taking a great quantity of notes. Just as the background noise, I could hear that pen, as if it was moaning.

For a couple of minutes, my eyes were full on glued to him.
I immediately then realised I was too astounded and anxious to give a response.
He then gave a vehement cough for me to reciprocate to what he just stated.

"Hello M-Mr Styles, it is a pleasure to meet you and I'm very glad that you found my interview impeccable." I inquired with gratitude. I really do slay when it comes to responses, even though I sometimes sound like a 7 year old boy.

"Have you worked with any model agency, runway company or any designer before, may I ask?" He inquired.

"No. I have not." I informed the truth.

"Here at Dior we are always looking for new candidates to be the next big thing. I find you extremely attractive, Lily. Would you ever participate in doing Dior, Chanel, Moschino runways Lily?"

"What the fuck?"
Ooops, I kind of said that out loud.

He looked at me with one eye squinted.

But, the way he says Lily. Like Fuck me.

"I'm sorry. No- I mean yes. I would love to, I am just kind of astounded how you, CEO of Dior-Harry I mean, want me, not Harry just a random girl." I reluctantly said.

"Lily, you most definitely do look like a model. I do hope to get in touch with you soon Lily, if you do want to come to my office, I can message you the address."

"Sure. You're pretty attractive too, Mr Styles." Hesitantly, I walked a step closer because I became aware of my lack of confidence towards him, which may not be giving the best impression.

I then slowly ran my fingers in his hair. His long, dark, chocolate-like hair. What the fuck am I doing running my fingers through Harry's hair.
His eyes were closed and he had an apparent smirk presented.

"Mm" he mumbled. He loved it, obviously, I was basically massaging his scalp.

"Thank you, Lily, fuck."

I have seen him on headlines, claiming he is an extreme womaniser and I do not mind playing a little game.

But yeezus, that was a moment that I was bound to cherish.

We then exchanged numbers sincerely. He was so formal in an inexplicable way, so luxurious.

"It's getting late and I should probably get back to my hotel, Harry. "

"Do you want me to drive you?" He enquired.

"Yes, if you don't mind. "

As we walked outside, it was very dark. I heart him fumbling in his back pocket for his car keys.

He activated the car by pressing the ignition on his keys. It was a range rover. Matt black. A matt black range rover.

"I like your car. " I complimented.

"Thank you, babe. "

Babe. Babe. Babe.
Fuck me at the back please Harry.
The tension was most definitely rising.

He opened the car door for me and I got inside. The car was astonishingly beautiful. Leather car seats and it smelt, so clean.
So I am currently in the car owned by the CEO of Dior, no big deal.