Devils Star | h.s

Chapter 3

"Huh?" The familiar face I had only saw not too long ago stood directly opposite me, looking at me with an arrogant and distasteful expression.

"Well, I live here too."

"Yeah, I don't think that's possible." he squinted his eyes at me before jumping back, "Wait. Are you a groupie?" I gave him a look of disgust before he continued his accusation. "Look, little girl, this is not the way to get my attention, okay?"

"You're invading my privacy. I'm cool with lots of things, but this ain't one of 'em." He finishes and at this point, my blood was boiling but instead of lashing out and letting my anger take entirely over, I take a few deep breaths before answering back. "I'm not your groupie. I rented this apartment. It doesn't make any sense to me either."

"C'mon, aren't you like sixteen or something?"

"I'm twenty-one!" I yell.

"Well, that was unexpected." an amused grin was now on his face, clearly enjoying how worked up I was becoming.

I turn to the receptionist who had been awfully quiet for someone so chatty. "Can you explain this to me?"

"Ehm. I'm very confused myself," she mumbles.

"Well then do something about it." The Rockstar spat.
Any look of amusement vanished when he crossed his arms over his chest.

"O-of course." she stumbled over her words, rushing towards the elevator for a quick escape. "I'll be right back."

The Rockstar rolled his eyes at the old receptionist. Turning his gaze back over to me, he looks me up and down in a not-so-subtle manner before asking, "Have we met before?"

"No." I deny.

"You sure?"

"Positive." I tried to steady my face as well as possible. Never in a lifetime would I admit to this guy that I went to his concert. Then he'd definitely think I'm a crazy groupie.

"Okay we apparently made a mistake," the receptionist says suddenly, gasping as though she'd just run a marathon.

"We had sent the wrong contract documents to Miss Winters. She signed for a much cheaper place. So we must have accidentally double-booked this apartment for the both of you."

Harry chuckled deeply, "What kind of bullshit is that?" his face displayed his very obvious annoyance with the situation. His eyes pierced right through the poor receptionist's face. He didn't come off as someone who would be forgiving to.. well anything.

"So, you mean that he and I both own this place now?"

"Precisely."

"But why the online ad then?" I ask confused.

"Someone from the IT team must have made a mistake when filling out the information," she answers cautiously. "The pictures were switched and the rent in your contract is definitely... miscalculated."

Yeah, no shit Brenda.

Is her name Brenda? She looks like a Brenda.

"By how much-"

"Doesn't that solve the problem very easily then?" Harry cuts me off, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I signed the real contract and I can pay the sum, so-"

"Throw me out?" It was now my turn to cut him off. "Oh, you can forget about that. Even if the information they provided me with is incorrect they still signed a contract with me. I can't be held accountable in this case."

"What are you? A lawyer?" He rolls his eyes with a scoff.

"Soon to be."

He only laughs in return. Shaking his head he adds, "Of course."

"Miss Winters is not wrong. We made the mistake." Brenda agrees.

"Then what's the fuckin' solution?"

Just before Brenda could answer his question, she shortly closed her mouth when a tall brunette walked out of a room I could only presume is the living room. "What's going on Harry?" She asks, stopping when her eyes land on me, "Who is she?"

"Aurora Winters. Who are you?"

"I'm his manager." she crosses her arm, "Not like it's any of your business."

"They double-rented the apartment," Harry informs her.

"What?" she gasps, "how incompetent are you?"

"I-I'm sorry w-we—"

Brenda soon stopped her stuttered sentence when the brunette held her hand up, "Don't waste your time with your excuses." She rolls her eyes. Turning to face Harry she carried on speaking, "We can easily get rid of her."

Fuck.

My head was spinning, and my fear was starting to build up. I was legally in the right. They made the mistake, so they had to be the ones to take responsibility for it. But there was still a chance I'd be thrown out. This guy was a Rockstar for heaven's sake. He made millions. And not only was he highly influential but I was also very well aware that I was the black sheep here. He needed this place and they needed the money. Which I could never pay them.

I'll never be able to find a new place this fast. And in my price range too. I thought I had hit the jackpot, but boy how wrong was I.

Harry and his manager were still having a quiet discussion, something she didn't agree with by her facial expressions.

"I think we have a solution," Harry says, turning to face me.

"We do?"

"She and I are going to live here together."

"What did you just say?"

A smirk immediately plastered his face. "You and me Winter. How 'bout it?"

"Are you sure Mr Styles?" Brenda speaks up, shock coating her face. "I mean-"

"Yeah. Keep our names in the books."

"Hold on, what are you doing?" I ask, only to be ignored.

"What about the rent?" Brenda continued with her questions.

"She's gonna pay her initial amount and I'll pay the rest." They were now talking between themselves, ignoring me as if I wasn't standing between them.

"Hello?" I try to grab their attention.

"And we're deeply sorry for the mistake Mr Styles." It wasn't working. "It won't happen again."

"Just make sure that nobody else ever gets inside this place," Harry replies firmly.

"Can someone listen to me!?" I shout over there talking, finally grabbing the attention of everyone. "What just happened?"

"You and I became roomies."

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Devils St⛤r Chapter Three!

Well.. Harry and Aurora are now roommates.
And someone from IT is definitely getting fired.

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-M