Pleasure & Pain|| Harry Styles || h.s.

Fiasco? *

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

ANNE:

What a chaos I'm stuck in.

The entire room of mine is looking nothing like it did yesterday because there weren't 20 people running around like an earthquake is about to hit us.

But now, they were all filling up my personal space like minions and I'm not liking it and nor is someone else, sitting across the room.

Guess who.

My mom? Nah.

Harry Styles.

He came back after 2 days, after the conversation we had that night, disappearing completely between the mentioned time and knocking on my door this very morning.

Though I'm the one who's the Sun to these planets, I don't know why his patience is one test when all he is doing is sitting in casual clothes with a phone he hasn't set aside since he entered the room.

"I'm honestly so ready to see you walk in wearing this!" Christiano, my designer, claps his hand as he finally lets me rest my arms down after 10 minutes of punishment in the name of fixing my dress.

Honestly, I liked the entire thing as much as he likes his own work. It deserves to be praised not just because of his efforts but how successfully he delivered it.
Turning around to take a final complete look in the mirror, I bit my lip, smiling at the reflection.

I look...good?

"Stop spoiling your lipstick! This is the 5th time I'm furnishing it for you after you either licked it or bit your lips." Mary scolded me and my mom smiled at us without interrupting.

That's what happens when your makeup artist and mom are of the same age!

"I'm sorry!" I apologized, giving her a strange freaky smile and she slapped my head, laughing.

She painted another touch up layer over my lips, contrasting well with my black outfit.

My attire is a fitted stitched black suit along with slim fit pants, held in shape of my figure with a wide golden metal belt with a square accent in center around my upper waist, a ruby stone engraved in the center of it while my lips are contrasted with matte burgundy shade.

Under it all I'm trusting is a burgundy sheer lace crisscross bra.
My hair thankfully are tied up into a messy bun with few strands of hair or my curtain bangs curled up in the front with a light yet complimenting makeup.

I took a last breath, turning back to face my entire team with an impressed look over their faces, assuring me the confidence I'm feeling building was a very right choice.

"Harry! What do you think?" Mary called him out, making him bring himself out of his phone where he was lost, I guess everything passed unnoticed by him.

He abruptly looks up, placing his phone down, catching the entire team staring at him, waiting for him to reply while he throws an offended look at everyone.

"What the fuck? Have I grown horns over my head?" he raised his hands in protest and Mary stomped up to him.

"No, you've got worms eating up the left-over brain as well! What do you think we were doing here?" she held her hands over her waist, after she gave a light hit to his head, which now confirms it's her motherly instinct towards everyone.

His eyes travelled from left to right, scanning every individual for helping him with a clue, and widened a bit when they saw me and I wiggled my eyebrows once to get his attention in case he moves over me.