Although Harry was 24 years old, (yet Camryn didn't know that) he was the best, most successful CEO in all of London. It's shocking to hear when he comes and does a presentation for your English class.
On the day of the presentation, this guy named Myles kept asking me to go on a date with him.
"Please, Cam. Just for tonight. I can make you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world."
"Myles stop. I've told you thousands of times I don't want to go out with you. Just get that through your dumb ego boosted skull." He had been asking me for so long. And of course, I knew he just wanted to get into my pants.
"Cam-"
"Stop talking. Mr. Styles is about to present." I hit his chest interrupting him.
The curtains opened and there stood a lovely man. I completely thought it was gonna be some old withered-up 50-year-old. But no-no-no. He was much different. He looked about 20. I could see a tattoo start to pop out of his expensive-looking suit.
Who am I kidding, it is an expensive suit. He is extremely rich. Considering he's so young I would've never guessed.
When you look him up, no photos pop up or anything, Just his description and what goes on. Maybe it's a secrecy thing. I don't know but it's sexy.
"Now that we're done with the boring stuff," he sighed. "Does anyone have any questions?"
"If I get him to say yes to going on a date with you, will you go?" Myles asked. Knowing Mr. Styles would've said yes, as a nice man, I then said, "Fine." If one date would get him to shut up I would say yes.
Myles raised his hand so high.
"You in the grey sweatshirt." Mr. Styles said glancing over at me. Fuck. We just made eye contact. I immediately looked over to Myles.
"Will this Camryn here, this lovely girl that sits beside me, go on a date with me?" He smiled. Mr styles didn't tho. He kept his low intimidating face.
"No." He sternly said. "Next question?"
Myles's face was dropped low. Why did Mr. Styles say that? Why wouldn't he want me to go on a date with him?
After the presentation show, Mr. Styles came up to me.
"You know," he began. "You caught my attention back there." He smirked.
I turned around shocked. I looked around to see if maybe he could be talking about someone else. But nope. Just me. "M-me?" I still asked.
"Of course you, my love." He said.
"Mr. Styles, isn't this far too inappropriate?" I asked.
"No. I don't see why it would be. It's not like I'm your professor or anything, even if I was, I'm sure you would keep it a secret. Wouldn't you, love?" He said. I nodded slowly.
"But that's not why I'm here. So, if you know I make too much money than I can even manage. Of course, I donate to charities and such, but I think it's time to— well, I wouldn't call it a sugar baby. But I would like to give you some of my money weekly." Bruh. You gotta be kidding.
"Look— Mr. Styles-"
"Harry" he quickly said.
"Harry. You seem like a nice guy, and you are, from what I've seen. But I can't just take your money like that. It's a lovely offer! But maybe it's just too much. I know you have family and stuff so really I-"I sighed when he cut me off.
"No, I insist. It'll be no trouble. My family gets half the earnings I make. I'm no selfish guy. I'm doing this because— well I like you. You caught my eye. And your shirt—may I say I love it." My shirt was a Fleetwood Mac shirt. He doesn't strike me as that kinda guy.
"Fleetwood Mac?" He smirked and nodded.
"Please just let me do this love. You're a beautiful girl. Seriously. I just want you to know, that if you take this offer, you'll be living with me, getting your college degree and all. I seriously want the best for you." Living with Harry Styles. Are you kidding me?
"Umm... yeah sure. Why not."
He smiled. "Perfect. Camryn was it?" I nodded. "Love, can I see your phone?" I pulled out my phone from my back pocket. I held it in my hands a few moments before asking
"Why do you want it?"
"My number of course love." I nodded and gave him my phone.
