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2 and a half years earlier
As the elevator moves, I straighten my tie for what must be the hundredth time. I glance at myself in the slightly blurry mirror and straighten my suit jacket. I'm wearing a brown two-piece suit, a white dress shirt, black dress shoes and a matching brown tie. I hate dressing so formal.
I'd much rather be at home writing, or reading. Parties aren't really my thing, I suppose they never have been. Unless we're talking about when I was younger. I have no problem with going to a local bar or a nightclub, as long as it isn't too crowded.
The doors open and I quickly step into the penthouse. Taking in my surroundings, I run a hand through my long curls and push them out of my face. My thumb and index finger quickly find their way to my lip, a nervous habit of mine. Why the fuck am I so nervous? This is just some dumb party.
"Can I get you a drink, Sir?"
My head snaps to the right of me and I see an attractive young woman in a uniform and I give her a small smile as I nod, silently answering her question.
She holds the tray of champagne closer to me and I take a glass with a grateful smile. We continue to stare at each other for a moment and I hide my smirk by bringing the glass to my lips and taking a small sip as her cheeks tint a rosy colour.
"I'm a fan of yours, Mr. Styles. I just wanted to let you know."
I take another sip of the champagne and raise my eyebrows at the nervous woman who's now standing in front of me.
"Thank you... Joanne." I nod, leaning closer to get her name from the badge pinned to her uniform, "Maybe we could talk again tonight before I leave?"
Joanne nods, clearly excited by my words and I can't help the chuckle that leaves my lips as she scurries off to offer other people at the party some drinks. I watch as she leaves, wondering how hard it'd be to get her to come back to my place tonight. It probably wouldn't be too much of a challenge. There's fresh sheets on my bed after fucking some woman last night and then again this morning and now I'm determined to end the night with Joanne writhing beneath me.
"Styles, over here!"
I look away from the waitress to see Orlando waving me over. I quickly push my way through the crowd an over to the fireplace where he stands. When I reach him, I shake his hand with a smile before turning to the petite woman next to him. She's his wife. I know that much from the pictures I've seen of them in Orlando's office. I always thought she was a pretty woman from the pictures but she's even more pretty in person. She's an angel.
"Hon, this is the writer I was telling you about, Harry Styles. Styles this is my wife, Winnie."
I hold my hand out to her, my eyes never leaving hers as she places her soft hand in mine and shakes it softly. She's smiling at me and I cant seem to take my eyes off of hers. They're the prettiest shade of blue and the eyeliner seems to make her eyes stand out even more.
