Red lips [Harry Styles]

Chapter 1

-Sophia's P.O.V- 

I sighed and looked out the window of my apartment. 

"Come on," Liana begged me. She coughed loudly and then groaned, holding her head. "Just today. I know this is my job, but I'm sick." 

Okay, so Liana is my best friend and roomie. We're both 23 and she works as an assistant. The man is horrible. He's only 25 for christ's sake, but he owns this huge company and stuff. Obviously, he's a perv as well. Don't forget that.

He has hundreds of fit blondes working for him. They dress tightly but look sophisticated. Any normal person like me would think you'd enter heaven in a way. The women there are just simply perfect. There isn't one flaw on them.

"But I'm clumsy me, I can't do it." 

"Yes, you can. Just smile and look pretty. Mr. Styles won't complain. Face it, you're hot." Liana said, only taking a couple of pauses to cough or drink some of her steaming hot honey tea.

"Ugh... You're lucky I owe you since you saved my ass when Ronald knocked on the door last week." I groaned, giving in to her.

"Ew, he's gross. And thank you, Sia. I'll call Veronica and say I'm sick, but you're coming instead this week." She said and picked up her phone. "Just go through my closet and pick the outfit that says Monday. Mr. Styles got this week's outfits sent to me yesterday." She said and then pressed the phone to her ear.

Mr. Styles. 

Bleh.

I've never seen him, I only know he's 25. I don't even know his first name. Not many people do that apparently. He likes to stay out of the public eye and doesn't go to see people. People has to come to him, but not just any people. 

Liana told me it's hookers or business people. Like, hookers? Really!?

I entered her room and nearly cringed at her organized room. Mine looks like a tornado swung by. It's messy to say it nicely.

I opened the door to her closet and it was separated into parts, so I took the black dress and shoes that stood under Monday. My eyes widened when I saw even underwear were there...

"LIANA!" I yelled, picking up the lingerie and walking into the living room. "He buys you underwear!?" I asked her, horrified.

"Yeah... I wonder why though. I've worked there for 2 months and I've never seen him. It's not like he can see my underwear." She rolled her eyes. I just looked at it in disgust.

"Okay," I said shortly and then went into the bathroom. I stepped out of my cotton shorts, basketball jersey and let my wet hair down from the clip.

After changing my underwear.

Yes, Liana and I use the same clothing size and underwear. We're the same height as well and our feet are the same size. We both have blonde hair as well. 

I blow-dried my hair and curled it in slight ringlets. I applied light make up and pulled the dress up my legs and stepped into the heels.

Walking back into the living room, Liana stood there, ready to give me info and close my dress.

"Here is my iPad. It has everything you need to do on it. This is the work phone. Here you can find all the extra stuff. Here are the important numbers." She pointed from everything and then handed me her bag, full of everything in it. "Good luck, call me if there is something." She gave me a quick hug before she grimaced and ran into the bathroom.

"BYE!"

I simply just walked out. I took the stairs because I hate elevators. I checked the time on my phone when I arrived outside the tall building.

9.05.

Perfect.

I'm supposed to be there 9.15. I walked inside and looked at the woman at the desk.

"You must be Sophia Tamara Carter?" a woman asks when I step inside.

"Uh... Y-ya," I stuttered. Geez, everyone is really pretty here. I've only heard how Liana says they are. 

"You should work on the stutter. Mr. Styles only accepts perfection. I won't tell, but someone might. Right, this way," she said, giving me a warm smile. I nodded quickly and walked after her. She pressed a button to an elevator. Great. Fan-fucking-tastic.

I hesitantly entered the box of hell and stood to the side. 

"I'm Veronica if you didn't know," she said, not casting me a glance. She just stood straight.

"Ugh..." She quickly stuck her hand out to stop the doors and stepped aside. She stood in front of me, so I only saw her back.

"Good morning, Mr. Styles," she said politely. I really wanted to look around her now, but by the way she hid me, I don't think it's a good idea.

"Veronica. Send me up, I need a chat with you," the male's voice filled the little box. I felt my heart speed up when I noticed this is a mirror room. I carefully looked up in the mirror on the ceiling and saw he had curly brown hair. He wore a suit and was currently fixing his tie. "I don't remember hiring you."

Suddenly his eyes snapped up and he looked at me, directly in the eyes through the mirror. His eyes were green but cold and emotionless. 

"Well?" He raised his voice in annoyance. Veronica quickly stepped aside, letting him see me fully. "Those are the clothes I got for Ms. Maldon," he said, looking at my dress and heels.

"Yes, Ms. Mal-" Mr. Styles quickly raised his hand, shutting Veronica off.

"I believe she can talk. If not, then she can leave and tell Ms. Maldon, she doesn't have to come back here." He looked me dead in the eyes. 

I bit my lip and noticed his eyes lingered on my lips for a moment, then looked at me. My eyes widened when his hand went to my face and he lightly pulled my chin down, releasing my lip.

"Talk." 

Oh, fuck, he's intimidating!