U N E X P E C T E D

S I X

February

Two weeks later

Heels clicking on the floor had everyone look up from whatever it is that they're doing only to see one of the most beautiful women to enter this building.

Brown skin with a natural tan, full lips, dark hair and siren eyes. Wearing a tan blazer with a white tank top underneath and dark brown dress pants, the woman turned to the left and approached a desk, a serious look on her face, "Is Louis Tomlinson around here?"

Before the young man at the desk could answer her, a voice from behind them answered her question.

"Elena Reyes"

She turned around and was met with the man himself. Louis sported a black button up, his blazer back in his office, matching black pants and pointed shoes. The Puerto Rican beauty finally smiled, showing her perfect teeth, "Hello, darling," she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, a Hispanic tradition.

"How was the flight?" They started walking, Louis leading her to H's office, his hand on her upper back to guide her, dropping it soon after.

Elena shrugged, "A bit of turbulence, but other than that, todo bien." (All good)

Louis understood the last part, I guess having Hispanic friends paid off well. "Veronica, is he in there?" He asked Harry's secretary.

She nods, "He just got back from his last meeting."

"Thanks, love," he replied making her blush a little bit because of the pet name. The blue eyed man didn't notice but Elena certainly did and looked at her with a bit of mockery on her face, raising her left eyebrow. Louis knocked before opening the door.

Harry looked up from his computer seeing his friend and an unknown woman. He stood up from his desk and walked towards them, the door shutting behind them. Before he could get a word in, Elena beat him to it.

She gasped quietly. "Dios mío, pero, Louis," she turned to him, "You did not mention the CEO was so handsome."

Although Harry's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, he laughed a bit awkwardly feeling somewhat uncomfortable. "Hello," he put his hand out for her to shake, "I'm Harry Styles, it's lovely to meet you, Mrs. Reyes."

"Miss," she corrected him giving him a look that Louis noticed and remembered all too well. "I'm single," the tone in her voice different, seductive.

"Pardon me," he gave her an apologetic nod. Harry pointed towards the couch sat in his office, she got the hint and sat down crossing one leg over the other. "Would you like something to drink?" He stepped up to his mini wet bar and took out two cups, one for Louis and one for Elena.

"Whiskey, if you have some." She couldn't keep her eyes off of him.

He poured the drink into the cups, walking over to his friend and Elena, handing them over to them.

Louis frowned as he noticed that H didn't have a cup of his own, "You're not gonna drink, mate?"

His friend shook his head, "I'm good."

After about five seconds of silence she spoke up.

"Harry— uh, can I call you Harry?"

He nodded, "I insist."

Elena took a sip of her whiskey before continuing, "Not that I would ever complain but what is it exactly that you need from me?"

"Well-," Harry began explaining the plan that he and Louis have been building for months. It involved a spring fashion show in the building's own showroom; that's where they always held their fashion shows. It was big enough to fit up to three hundred and fifty people, which was more than enough. They have their usual models lined up for the show but they wanted a fresh face. After hearing Louis' proposal back the Caribbean, Elena immediately took interest. Sure, she's famous and has seven Vogue covers (for now), has opened for Gucci and Versace once or twice, but she wanted more. She craved more, and in the end, almost every time, she gets what she wants. Before Harry even began to explain what he and Lou had in mind, she'd already made up hers, especially after seeing Harry in person. She'd already decided that she wanted to do the show and him.