~* Bad decisions make great stories *~
A Harry Styles dark romance that explores the intricacies of mental health, morality and sexual attraction. Enter a world of sin, opulence and crime.
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It started and ended with the wind.
She was a hurrican...
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"Strobe lights and blown speakers Fireworks and hurricanes I'm not here This isn't happening I'm not here I'm not here" How to Disappear Completely - Radiohead.
Tonight has spectacularly gone to hell.
I am on the verge of a panic attack and it is taking every ounce of self restraint I have to keep my breathing under control - hyperventilating would only result in embarassment.
The office we have relocated to is large and lavish and yet the space feels claustrophobic; the alpha male energy suffocating me and adding extra strain to my already troubled breathing.
No one utters a word.
Evan had tried to start a conversation when we first entered but the stern man with long hair and dark eyes, who I have concluded is none other than Harry Styles himself, shut him down with an unimpressed frown and slight head shake. Harry is intimidatingly tall and is a stark contrast in every way to Matt. Where Matt has shown mild interest in me, Harry glares at me like he hates me - as though my presense is offensive. Nothing new there.
We are waiting for something - or someone. The tension sets my nerve endings on fire and I have to fight not to fidget. I don't want to draw any unnecessary attention to myself. Harry is seated behind his large desk, head down and typing away on his phone, almost as if he has forgotten the men standing rigid in the middle of the room.
Upon entering the office, Matt flopped down on the expensive leather couch on the wall opposite the door where he could easily keep an eye on all of us. I could almost believe his nonchalant, relaxed posture if not for his eyes. I would wager all that I own that he did not miss a single thing. Every slight movement and micro expression categorised and filed away. His vigilance only increases my nervousness. What the hell are we doing here? What sort of work does Evan want to do for these men?
The sudden motion of the office door swinging open makes me jump - my nerves completely fried at this point - and the largest man I have ever seen walks silently into the room. Oh. my. Gods. I momentarily forget how to breathe.
If violence was a man incarnate - this was him. The entire band also react to his presence, tensing as one, and with good cause. He is terrifying in every way. Freakishly tall, broad and apparently made entirely of muscles. How did he move so quietly? A man that size has no right being so stealthy. I pick out dark staining on his shirt and feel the colour drain from my face even as my pulse quickens. Is that blood? No - please no.
Harry finally raises his head from his phone; a bored expression on his face. So far he has been calm and restrained, even when insulting the band for their mediocre performance.
The unnamed giant closes the door and leans against it; effectively blocking the only point of exit. Great. Now we are well and truly trapped. He folds his thick arms over his chest and raises a questioning eyebrow at Harry - if he didn't look so scary I could have almost appreciated how attractive he is.
