Serenity [h.s]

Relief

Heads up before updating, I'm going to have the chapters named by the way Either Summer or Harry are feeling. I guess you'll have that to figure out (;

Just like any other twenty one year old, I had a steady job. I've finished up college and I live on my own. But for some particular reason, when I finished college I decided I'd rather take on my painting career a bit further. To say the least, painting was much more relaxing than having to wake up to a job I would get tired of and feel like a total jackass going there everyday. All my friends are either lawyers, doctors, or trying to find a decent school to apply to.

While they're doing that, I sit at home, well my apartment, which has an amazing view of London, living simply at peace.

I've been painting since I could remember. It actually took me a while to know this was a passion. Something that I could put my whole heart into. And ever since I turned eighteen, I let my parents loan me the money to open up my own small art museum of my work. And with the money I raised, I gave them back the loan even though they have plenty of money. Let's say they're pretty wealthy. I didn't like that lifestyle. I wanted to achieve my own dreams without the help of my parents money. And so, I gave back the loan when I was able to.

Since then, my art work has been extremely great. With the money, I give it to charities and with the remaining, I use it to keep my self steady.

It's pretty relaxing if I must say.

Then... comes my love life. It's complicated okay? It's not really a love life. Let's just say it's an on and off friends with benefits thing.

I just really don't know if it's worth trusting guys anymore. I've had plenty of boyfriends in my past. And it's always the same bullshit. He cheats, I cry. I ask why, he says he doesn't know. He ends up saying 'baby it's not you it's me' which I get tired of and just brush it off. The sick fucks always have an amused look on their face when I do.

Like a I give a rats ass.

I huff. "Why are men inconsiderate assholes that have no brain?" I smirk.

Before I could answer myself like a lunatic my phone rings.

Speaking of the devil.

I answer my phone. "I'm on my way."

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Harry Styles

Everything is in order. Nothing is unorganized. Looks good. With another check and sign of my name, I hand the document and paper to my assistant.

Ever since my father's passing, I've taken the place of CEO in the company. It gets kind of hard and difficult at some point, but then I remember, this is what dad wanted. He would've wanted to have your British ass taking lead of this damned place. Now quite being such a pussy woop and deal with the business.

I lick my lips and sit back against the large chair, folding my hands on top of the desk. The daily newspaper was on the desk, practically taunting me saying read me! Read me! So I gave in and took a look at what was going on in Cheshire.

My eyes scan the paper until I see something that really catches my eye.

Local art gallery Miss Lowal presents another art piece. Another hosting Friday Night at 8:00 p.m. at the Local Art Gallery Lowal on Bridge street Warrington.

I take in a breath and close my eyes. Perhaps this would be a change of atmosphere. I think I'll go and change from what I usually do.

I press the button on the office phone; "Sandra, tell Niall to come in."

"Right away, Mr. Styles."

"Thank you." I waited several minutes until my blond friend came in. I smiled widely as he walked in with a grin. "How's my favorite boss? You doing a'right?" I grin at Niall.

"Now Horan. You know we're best mates. Sit your ass on that chair." My eyes narrow at the chair that sits in front of my desk.

"Don't mind if I do." I smirk and he gives me a cheeky grin. "So.. what's going on?" He asks. Niall knows during work I never call him in unless we have to do things for work and only. Then it's after work that we actually hang out like actual men.

I lick my lips then lean on my desk. "Well.. there's an art show tomorrow on Warrington, and we need to leave work early. So.. me and you will go. That's a confirmation because you're my driver," I wiggle my brows at him and he gives me a loud laugh.

"Where something extra special. And look slick." Niall runs his hand through his hair making a serious sexual face and I sort of cringe.

"Aye! Not at me mate.. the ladies the ladies.. " I wink at him and he grins.

"'Course."

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Summer Lowal

I pant as I hit my high, and Carter lays back against the mattress and I sigh while sitting up, the sheets coming with me. I hear him light a cigarette and I turn around and scowl. "Carter," I growl. "Out on the balcony." He only innocently smiles and rakes my body with his eyes till he walks out. I don't have a reaction to his lust filled eyes only because this is only for pleasure and just. Carter knows that too.

I just feel bad for using his body like that. Plenty of girls are after him. But he says he doesn't want to seem like a man whore and run around with different girls all the time.

And I respect that out of him. But we both this is just for pleasure and only. I told him that from day one and he understands. He even told me he doesn't want any type of relationship; but I doubt that with a man like him.

I won't lie, he's amazing and kind hearted, but even a cocky prick at some point; but he does deserve happiness like everyone else.

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