Trouble (Harry Styles Fanfic) {On Hold}

Chapter 9

(Emma's P.O.V.)

"Are you serious?" Abbie squeals, following me around as I hurry to get ready.

Harry's just texted me telling me we're going to some meeting with his management team, and I'm really nervous. Abbie is too, apparently. Without reasoning.

"He's coming here? But I look like shit! I don't want Harry Styles to see me like this!" I sigh as she emphasises his name.

Even after only seeing him a few times, I was used to him. I guess my brain didn't really register that the father of my child is an internationally famous boy-band singer.

"I don't really think he'll mind, Abbie." I mutter as I struggle to pull on some old Vans. "He's probably not even going to-" I stop as there's a knocking on the front door.

Abbie pales and I laugh, going over and opening the door to reveal a sleepy looking Harry.

"Hey Emma." he smiles and gives me a quick hug, and I look down to hide my slight blush.

I hear a squeak from behind me and we both look at Abbie, Harry giving her a small wave. "Hi, you must be Emma's room mate. I'm Harry."

I have to hold back a laugh as she nods silently, keeping her eyes on him as she tells me a quick goodbye and runs off to her room.

"She's a bit shy." I tell him and chuckle, grabbing my phone as I head out of the apartment and close the door behind me.

"I can tell." he laughs as we walk down to his fancy car, getting in and heading to where the meeting will be held.

I fumble with my fingers nervously as we drive. "So, what's exactly going to happen at this meeting?" I ask nervously, frowning as he shrugs.

"I have no idea, actually. But our main management guy was pretty pissed when he we texting me last night." Harry must notice me tense and he shakes his head.

"He's mad at me, not you. You don't need to worry." I almost laugh at his statement. I have a lot to worry about at the moment. 

I nod and decide to stay quiet, looking out the window as we start passing fancy looks office buildings. 

I hold my breath as he pulls into the large parking lot of one, a sign reading Modest! plastered on the front.

"You don't need to be scared, alright?" he looks over at me as he turns off the car.

Was it that obvious I was scared? I nod and let out the long breath, both of us climbing out of the car as we walk over to the glass doors together.

I offer the receptionist a smile as we walk over, but she just gives me a cold stare.

"Harry and the girl are here, should I send them up?" she picks up the phone and asks, nodding to herself as she puts it back down. "They're waiting for you on the third floor, room 2B."

Harry nods, leading the two of us over to an elevator. We step onto it and stay silent as the jazzy elevator music plays around us, until a dinging indicates we're at the third floor.

We start to head down at hallway that must hold loads of rooms, me having no idea what they could all be for.

"You ready?" Harry turns around and asks me as we finally reach a door in the seemingly endless hallway.

I take a deep breath and nod, not sure what to expect as he twists the doorknob and pushes open the heavy door.

He steps inside and I follow close behind, looking at all the men in black suits that are staring. Some look surprised, but I'm not sure why. Maybe because I'm not a bottle blonde weaing barely any clothing.