Sweet [H.S]

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Harry Styles

"Fuck yeah. No I know Niall" "Alright, Alright bye."

For fucks sake, I'd like to say Niall is one of my closest friends. I mean we've known each other for like 10 years but that still doesn't mean I can bare the guy.

"Niall I know, I'll see if she her-"

"Right I have to go Niall, your doing my fucking nut in" I end the call quickly, leaving the bathroom with a huff. A girl quickly scuttles out behind me. We didn't fuck. I'm not that much of a whore. Turning my head I see a girl from earlier come out of the bathroom we just saw each other enter. She looks a lot more jittery than when we spoke. Earlier in she just seemed so uncomfortable by being her by herself, a lot of the men in her industry take advantage of girls like her. It's vile. She still seems like a stuck up brat although.

She doesn't seem like one to talk much, shit she spoke like a ten words to me. No doubt she's pretty, you cannot deny that, I mean she was on the runway earlier for fuck sake. I just wonder how she got jobs by being a fucking mouse.

Her grey dress with a hint of blue runs down her back , swooping low just before her ass. Shame. It's just at her ankle being trailed slightly along the floor, a slit just grazing her upper thigh, once again shame.

Her long dark hair curling down her back, she walks back through a set of doors leading to the main room.

I check my phone seeing no more messages or calls which I'll take as a good sign, before I stick it back in my pocket heading in to the hall again,

Though before I even manage to enter someone grabs my hand holding me back, I tense immediately the feel of someone's skin on my bare skin is like splinters all over me, I yank it back without turning around to face whoever touched me.

"Harr-" I let the sound of a girls calls drown out as I push through the giant heavy doors, recognising it's the girl from the bathroom, remember her the one who let's just say I was feeling a bit stressed and she helped the situation. And before you say anything, Niall was not on call... well at the end he wasn't, ok.

Once I'm in the crowd of people I take a small pill out of my pocket, quickly swallowing it down before anyone notices. It will take a while to set in but I need something to stop my throat feeling like it's closing. A small touch is all it takes to make me unstable.

I find a group of designers, as soon as they saw me heading into the circle they welcomed me by handing me a glass. Though my hands were still trembling a bit I tried to calm them by gripping the glass tightly.

"Mr Harry Styles, How are you tonight?" An older guy with l dark black hair spoke, I'm guessing that he's Alexander, the man who organised the night ahead.

"Alexander Yumaso, I haven't got much to say but.." I take a breath, you know to really exaggerate myself. "wow" How fucking vile, please ignore me trying to be as fake as I possibly can, I'm pretty sure I'm smiling with my dimples. Im still livid from the unwanted touch that still feels like fire under my skin, I need something to distract me.

His laugh is one of venom, it disgusts me,

"I can't take all the credit myself son, I only hired the people" He laughs again which actually makes me laugh but only because I've just spotted the girl in the blue dress approaching, well tripping over a couple chairs on her way. "I'm sure mr. Yumaso" I force a laugh again, "Now if you excuse me I have to fuck off" I send him a smile and a small wave, seeing his shocked face. Definitely not getting invited to these events again.

I try to dissipate my unwelcome anxiety as I get to her, I'm pretty good at acting when I need to. Rushing over to her, I place my arm out for her to grab as she stands back up from her fallen place, "you good? Got me out of that one" I nod my head back to Alexander.