Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart

Heart Part 4. Photograph

A.N.
Hiiiiiiiii ! Here's Chapter 4 ^_^ Enjoy !

We keep this love in a photograph.. We made these memories for ourselves.

A R I A N A

I came into Mr. Styles's office, placed my things on my desk, and sat down. Mr. Styles is once again on his phone so I patiently waited for him to finish his call.

I'm preoccupied with my task, checking the chart data. My eyes flicker from the expanded folder to my computer screen and back as I make sure that I put everything in and that each entry match. I glance up and find myself locked in the emerald green gaze of Harry Styles, who's standing in front of my desk, staring at me. His eyes rake over my outfit before landing back on my eyes.

Am I having a stroke right now?

"Miss Grande," He pauses, his gaze intense and unwavering. I stare back at him, taking note of his slightly tousled hair, his skinny jeans, dark sweater, and worn-out brown boots. My mouth drops open to speak but I can't seem to locate my voice.

"Mr. Styles" I stammer because it's all that I can manage. A ghost of a smile was on his lips, his eyes filled with amusement like he's probably making fun of me in his mind right now.

"I'll be taking my car to get there so you won't trouble yourself any longer by calling a car company for me and yourself since I'll be giving you a ride" He spoke by way of explanation, his eyes gazing at me expectantly like he's waiting for my reaction.

"N-No" I stuttered and he raised his eyebrow, surprised at my reply. I gulped. What am I even nervous about? Where the hell is my brain? "There's no need to d-do that, I can just take my car" I stutter and he shakes his head in response.

"I'm afraid that you must" His voice was low and husky. He spoke slowly as he emphasized each word.

I was about to disagree again but he cuts me off. "I insist," He said, his eyes narrowing while he waited for my response. My heart thumps against my ribs in a panicked tempo as my mind wonders why I'm blushing at his firm gaze on me, scrutinizing me steadily.

Once again, I am utterly thrown off by the sight of him just a few inches away from me. The memory of him and his soft hold on me as he helps me up from the floor did him no justice. He's not simply just handsome nor good-looking; he's the epitome and the very definition of breathtaking male beauty.

Finally, my brain is functioning again and tells me to disagree but another part of me wanted me to remain in his presence. I hesitate for a while before finally speaking.

"Uhh, sure" I mutter, still completely unsure of where we're going and why.

He smiles and it feels like he has some sort of private joke to himself. I take a deep breath, feeling unnerved by his stare. I put my professional facade on like I've worked here for years. I stand up and come out from behind the desk. My legs suddenly feel like I've lost every bit of bone in them and I try to concentrate on not falling over my own feet again.

I glance up and immediately regret it. Damn, he's so beautiful.

"After you" He murmurs, his large, soft, and long-fingered, well-manicured hand gesturing for me to move forward.

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I sat on the black leather passenger seat of Mr. Styles' Range Rover. I try not to choke with my heart trying to escape my mouth from my throat. He didn't speak a word as I stared out the window, observing the view outside. Why is he driving? Doesn't he have limousines and drivers at his very own disposal? A very tiny voice from my head thinks: He wants to be close to you. I dismiss that thought instantly. Why would this beautiful, Herculean and elegant man want to be near me? Let alone breathe the same air as me. That very idea alone is ludicrous.