Mr. Styles (H.S.) [COMPLETE]

One

Six Months Earlier

"Mr. Styles, it's so nice to meet you," Katherine Mason greeted, smiling politely at the attractive man standing in front of her.

He was wearing a dark suit with a crisp white dress shirt underneath it. There was no tie and the shirt was unbuttoned to his mid-chest, a silver chain with a tiny cross peeking out. His pale olive green eyes held a mystery behind them that she was sure she never had a chance of unraveling. His wavy brown hair was perfectly styled into an organized mess on the top of his head, making him actually look his age in that respect. Everything else made him look like a hard-hitting thirty-something business man, when he was only twenty-eight.

Harry Styles made his first million for his father's company at the ripe age of twenty-one and the family fortune only continued to grow from there, making him into the business mogul he was today.

"Miss Mason, is it? The pleasure's all mine," Mr. Styles told her, smiling surreptitiously as he shook her hand when she walked into his large office in his expansive apartment in the sky.

"Call me Katherine. Or Kat. Or Katy. Pretty much anything but Miss Mason," she said with a blush as he offered her a seat in the chair across from him.

"I prefer the formality of your surname, if you don't mind," he said, pursing his lips tightly, and she thought for a moment she might have offended him, until he cleared his throat.

"So, Miss Mason. I trust you've read over the contract, your list of duties and everything that is expected of you," he said, continuing on with the post-interview.

Katherine nodded politely as she tried not to gawk over the beautiful man sitting in front of her. His British accent was like music to her ears in the drab mix-up of East Coast accents she heard on a daily basis, due to living in the hustle and bustle of New York City.

"Do you have any questions?"

"Uh... what is a non-disclosure agreement?" She asked tentatively. She felt like an idiot. But she was taught to be sure of what she was signing when she was signing it.

His lips turned up into the hint of a smirk and Katherine couldn't help but notice it was the first time she saw any type of humor on his face. Did he think she was ridiculous?

"An NDA is just a formality—" he began.

"Yeah, but what is it?" She asked, cutting him off mid-sentence.

"Patience, Miss Mason," he snapped, and she immediately sat up a little straighter. Did he just scold her?

"I was about to get to the reasoning for the NDA," he said, eyeing her and she nodded submissively at him as her cheeks blushed rapidly.

"A non-disclosure agreement is for my protection..." he began again, and Katherine wanted to ask why he needed protecting from a girl like her, but she knew not to interrupt after his lashing out.