Mission 1832: Harry Styles

Chapter Six:

(A/N: At the last minute I have changed the main character to Zendaya. If you didn't see the change or you don't know who Zendaya is, I have a picture attached. The original main character now plays as Sophia, Izzy's, close friend.)

Recap:

I smile softly at the handsome guy, I don't know why but I seem to wander from him and think about Harry. The way his soft pink lips touched mine. They way his nose crinkled when he smiles that will make his creeces show and make that beautiful face light up. I swear that the fuck up resembles an angel.

I continue to think about the angelic man until some fingers were snapped in front of my eyes and the familiar bell ring signaling that a bell rung and an angel from heaven above has walked in.

I look up to see the handsome man in front of me and the angelic angel god-like man walking through the door who goes by the name Harold Styles. I can already imagine the tinted red blush coming upon my cheeks.

"Sorry! I would love to take partnership in your business Mr. Ross," I say turning my gaze from Harold and waiting for him to hand me the paper.

"Oh," I almost forgot to give you a pen," he says going to his pocket.

"It's fine, I always carry one with me," I say winking at him and a fake blush takeover his structured cheek.

After I finish I see Harold sitting down at a table not far from Caleb and I. I scribble my fake signature and I smile at the blonde headed boy and I handed him back the white piece of copy paper that is filled with nothing but nonsense.

"Don't worry Mr. Ross with my skills, your business will be booming in no time," I say with a flirtatious smile.

He gives me a knowing nod and kisses my hand once more and get up from the table.

"See you soon Mrs. Pruitt," he says and with that he is walking out the door.

I watched as his car pulled off and that is when Harold stood up and walked over to the table I continued to sit at. His tall lean frame standing over me sent goosebumps down my spine making me shiver slightly at his presence.

"Well you look as lovely as ever Pruitt," Harold says in his familiar raspy yet toned voice.

I look up at him and the Starbucks lighting hits his face perfectly showing off his sharp cheekbones. He really does resemble a God. Are you sure he didn't hop out of some Greek fairy tale?

"I would like to say the same to you Styles," I say looking over his body.

The suit looks extremely well on him and I can't help but feel like I am going to drool at any second. He gives a small chuckle that shows off his perfect pearly white teeth. Boy this fuck up is a killer.

"Well Princess, my chariot awaits," he says holding out his arm to grab.

I roll my eyes at the lean guy and grab his hand. His are way larger and rougher than mine which is surprisingly nice. We both lock arms as we walked out of Starbucks together. The cool air of spring hits us both as the door opened. We both made our way to a black range rover and he opens the door for me.

"After you my lady," he says with a sly grin.

I kindly take the gesture and I step into the car to see a dark haired man sitting in the driver's seat. Harold gets in soon after me and closes the door. I can feel his leg brush against mine as he ran his hand through his long hair.

"Blake, can you take the lady and I to The Palace please," Harold says looking at me with a playful smile.

"Yes sir," the dark haired man that goes by Blake says and the engine roared signaling that the car has been cranked.