The Encounter |H.S|

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"You can't make me date Charlotte again," Harry says calmly, too calmly. It's almost as if at any given moment he will explode, and I'm pretty sure that when it comes to this topic it's not hard to make him mad.

I stare at him attentively, his jaw looks prominent and his eyebrows are furrowed as he glares at the man who suggested such a thing.

It's something that doesn't make sense to either of us, but I'm not angry like Harry. I'm just deeply concerned. Who would suggest something like this for no apparent reason?

"People don't know your current girlfriend, she's like a stranger to the public and we aren't looking for that." The man insists and I start to think that maybe he has a death wish, because if looks could kill then the glare that Harry is sending at him would have done the job.

The tension rises in the room and I fidget with the end of my shirt nervously as Harry keeps a deathly glare on the man, I felt as if I breathed something very bad would happen.

"Why the fuck is that important? I love Evelyn, I am not going to leave her." Harry snaps and the man opens his mouth to speak but Harry raises his hand in a way to shut him up, "I suggest you keep your mouth shut if you don't want to lose your job."

Silence fills the room and Harry gets up from his seat to stand taller in front of everyone, "Now," He clears his throat nonchalantly, "does anyone want to say something useful?"

"She could start worrying about how she looks." I hear someone whisper, turning my head and noticing Amber and her friend giggling at their joke. I was about to reply before Harry decided to do it for me.

"Pack your shit," He seethes hatefully, "and leave, both of you."

The words are assertive and I'm sure nobody was expecting them. I know I wasn't. Of course, I didn't like what they said but firing them seems a bit too much, even for Harry.

I appreciate him defending me though, I just think he has to control his behaviour a little bit but at this moment I think he's not worried about that. He seems bothered with other things.

Murmurs fill the room as both of them stare at him with dumbfounded looks, I widen my eyes at Harry but he doesn't bother looking at me, waiting for them to leave.

"Mr. Styles, may I speak to you outside?" I ask out loud, staring at him as both girls leave the room in a hurry.

I don't let him answer, grabbing his hand and guiding him out of the room to talk to him. Once outside the room and after taking a few steps away so nobody hears us I set my hand on Harry's shoulder as he looks away, seemingly still bothered.

"Mon chéri," I mutter quietly, using my other hand to cup his cheek and turn his head to make him look directly at me, "getting mad isn't going to solve anything."

"But I am mad!" He affirms firmly, his eyebrows furrowed and a harsh look in his eyes with his jaw clenched, I could feel his tense shoulder under the palm of my hand, "I finally reencountered the love of my life, I have a daughter who I love dearly more than anything in the world and these assholes have the audacity to s-"

"Hey," I raise my eyebrows at him, "we just need to think this through, okay? We should just make them like me or something, that should be easy." I smirk playfully and he visibly tries not to smile, looking away with pressed lips before I poke his dimple with a laugh.

He finally looks at me properly, the anger within him has started to visibly fade as he sends me a smile and I pat his shoulder gently before he presses his lips to mine.

With both of my hands on his shoulders, I pull him closer to me before he breaks away from the kiss with raised eyebrows. "I have an idea," He mutters as if it were a secret, "I'm not sure if you're going to like it."

"I think anything is better than you getting back together with Charlotte," I affirm with a small smile while he cups my cheek with a hand.

"Well, remember what Claire said? You should do a photoshoot!" He starts, "that way you'd be known and, who knows, you could promote my things."

I look at him thoughtfully, tracing the fabric of the white shirt underneath the jacket of his suit. Suddenly, a thought runs through my mind.

"I have one only request," I proclaim firmly, smiling faintly when he raises his eyebrows in a way for me to keep talking, "you have to do it with me, at least five pictures."

He pulls slightly away from me only to extend his hand with a smirk and I chuckle before we shake hands. "You've got yourself a deal."

"Good! I should get going now mon chéri, I have work to do." He pouts at my words but I give him a quick hug and kiss his cheek before turning around, "Oh, and can you try to talk to Amber and her friend? Their comment was unnecessary but you shouldn't have fired them."

"I'll think about it, bye my love!" He walks back inside the room we were in previously and I begin walking down the hall with a faint smile on my lips.

The photoshoot thing wasn't at all a bad idea, I'm just slightly nervous about it. I mean, I've never done anything of the kind! I'm just a stranger that suddenly appears in a magazine or something of the kind, wearing expensive stuff and dating the owner and creator of a whole fucking company.

I'm not sure how people will react to any of it, I mean, I've been seen with Harry in that event of his but I don't think people made a big deal out of it.

Curiosity sparks within me.

I didn't necessarily try to see if people did talk about me, I just assumed they didn't because I haven't been followed around by anyone as I expected. What do people say about me?

I don't have the guts to see truthfully, I don't deal well with any sort of bad comments so maybe it's best if I just don't check anything.

My phone buzzes in the back pocket of my trousers and I furrow my eyebrows before taking it in my hand to see.

"Mon chéri: We have an agreement darling, tomorrow we'll do a photoshoot. Can't wait ;)"

I'm truly sorry for the long wait, school sucks (exams too). Anyway, I hope you're still enjoying it!♡