❝𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧❞-𝐡.𝐬

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻

harry styles

i will make sure that the whole place blooms with sunflowers. i've never cared about flowers but those are the ones i actually don't hate and the plan goes both ways i guess. she hates them, i like them, sealed the deal.  if i have to be tortured and blackmailed into this shithole, let me have my fun and get on Ms. Iris Sinclair's nerves. God, if i could i would just kill her and get it over with but hey avalon right? that girl makes my blood boil by just existing. The ego that just radiated of her, that bratiness and annoying smirk on those disgustingly gorgeous lips. fucking bitch.

''sunflowers it is.'' i told the wedding manager, who was waiting for me patiently, somehow so scared that the sweat on his forehead was about to drip on the floor. i've been really nice actually.

''t-thank you, Mr. styles'' he answered writing down shakily and running off to the team. i was in the biggest hallroom of The Avalon castle. this place was magnificent next to all this modern built buildings. it was an ancient place, which was used for the meetings and parties in the early years when the place was first found, as they say arthur and theodore used to live here together but after whatever happened between them, they left the castle for the citizens and built their own houses, starting the war.  The ballroom was full of working people, everyone was decorating, running around with decorations or just shouting at each other. All of this makes me want to puke. and my thoughts were interrupted when i heard my phone ring

''harry styles'' i answered nonchalantly

''unfortunately i know who you are. our lovely parents are asking us to meet them in the headquarters of styles' building in 15 minutes'' iris' bored voice sounded through the phone, making me smirk

''that's not the way to talk to your future husb-'' that bitch did not just do that. she fucking hanged up. i'm going to fucking hang her. i instantly started calling back

''what the fuck do you want, styles? miss me already?'' she picks up after three rings.

''you fucking try to hang up on m-'' she's dead.

i left the building immediately, going to the S' headquarters, where god knows why we are needed but after the meeting she's dead. i'm going to fucking cut her to death. or fuck her to death. either way i'm ending up happy.

as i parked my car i saw iris getting out of her vintage porsche 911, wearing a short black dress with white spots and  red small heels complimenting the outfit. at least she'll die looking pretty.  what the fuck.

''iris sinclair'' i acknowledge her presence as i swiftly walked up to her and started walking next to her in the same speed

''you. again.'' she said not even glancing at me, looking bored. her lips were painted red and the mascara on her lashes made her green eyes pop out more. as we said quick hellos to receptionist we walked to the elevator which was already open and empty. as she walked in i followed her behind and the mirror in front of us reflected her boring and my cheeky expression perfectly.

''what's with that face?'' she asked still not changing the expression, she just leaned against the mirror as she pressed the button to the top floor. 

''you know...when you hanged up the phone, i was thinking about two things'' i started getting closer to her, she still stayed the same ''should i cut her to death or maybe fuck her until she can't breath and doesn't want to live because of the ache between her legs'' i was too close now. her siren eyes were now seductively looking deep in my eyes and the red lips looked too delicious by now

''i think i like the second option better.'' she said and the elevator stopped making her move past me and get out of it. 

and once again. i was left speechless by the woman in red.