Baby Girl | h.s

Three.

Scarlett's POV

   You know when you wake up and your mind decides to think about all the embarrassing things that've happened to you? Because that's what I'm going through right now.

Even though it happened a few days ago, I still can't believe Harry did that, who does he think he is. He could go to jail for doing that. But he won't, obviously I'm not going to tell anyone. Even though it was so wrong, I actually liked it. Picking up my phone, I turn it on to see it spammed with messages from the one and only.

Harry: I want you to come by my building today, I need to discuss things with you.

Harry: Wear formal attire, so you look professional. Once at the entrance, go up to the receptionist, tell him your name and he'll send you up to my office. Be there by 6 this evening.

Harry: Princess wake up, it's already 8 a.m.

"Wear something professional, ha." I scoff, as I quickly answer him.

Me: Harry, it's a Saturday. I'm allowed to sleep in.

Me: But yes, I'll be there. What do you need to "discuss"?

Harry: You will find out later. Have a nice day otherwise. See you later Princess.

Without responding, I put my phone down to get ready for the day. As I'm in the shower I wonder about all the possible things Harry would want to talk about. My curiosity was killing me. I finish my shower with freshly shaven legs. The feeling of smooth legs is so satisfying.

   I pick out my outfit and finish getting ready. I put on my long socks, along with my docs. Walking over to my walk in closet, I take a baby blue shirt dress with white laced patterns off the hanger and put it on. Looking in the mirror, I was satisfied with my outfit and continued to get ready by curling my hair and putting on light makeup.

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   As the day went by, fast, it's already 5:30, so I start walking downtown. Which is okay, I don't live too far from where he told me to go. He ended up calling me later to tell me the address.

   Walking into the building, I'm greeted by a modern interior. And a man with feathered, brown hair behind the receptionist desk.

"Hello Love, can I get your name?"

Oh my god, his voice.

"Scarlet Winters."

"Beautiful name, mine's Louis. I'll be seeing you often. You can go on up to the last floor. Another lady up there will direct you to the bosses office."

"Okay thank you, Louis." I say with a confused face, still smiling back. Looking down the long hall way I see the elevator doors. As I start walking I see the elevator doors open, along with a tall man with chocolate curls hanging just above his jawline. I quicken my steps towards him, calling his name.

   "Mr.Styles!! Hold the door!" Causing him to turn around, doing as I asked. Walking in I look up into his eyes and smile, "Thank You." He stares at me for a few seconds until he finally says, "Pleaser's all mine." He says as he looks me up and down, eyeing my outfit. I do the same, seeing him in a suit is probably one of the hottest things I've ever seen. I turn around to fix my hair in the reflection of the elevator wall. In the corner of my eyes, I see Harry adjusting his lower area and I let out a giggle, my hands fly up to cover my mouth and pretend to cough. I turn back around to see Harry right in front of me with a smirk on his face. "Are you alright, Princess?"
"Of course, just choking on my spit is all." I look up at him to see his smirk grow. I roll my eyes and cross my arms. Only to regret it as I'm roughly pushed to the elevator wall by his hand on my neck, to a point where it's not strangling me, but he adds pressure.