Fake It || H.S ||

Chapter 8

Harry's POV 

The metallic elevator doors opened to the empty bland roof. The remnants  of a northern sunset was splattered all of the sky. The scene was almost as beautiful as her. 

 I closed the doors and went to the top floor instead of the roof. With an unconscious Sephora in my hands I darted out of the elevator. Both of our managers were standing outside of the conference room. When they noticed Sephora's condition, Richard reacted immediately while Fiona just shook her head. 

I brought her in the conference room and laid her on one of the couches there. "Did she get in a fight?" Fiona asked. "No. Does she usually do this? How can I help?"

"Take her jacket off and loosen and tight clothing" Richard said. Immediately I began to remove her outermost layer of clothing and unbuckle her belt. "Raise her legs about a foot or so." Richard said as he handed me pillows. 

"That won't be necessary" Fiona said. She had stood in the corner of the room during this whole ordeal. I couldn't help but wonder why was she not the least bit concerned.

"Why is it not needed?" I asked through swallowed irritation. 

Fiona arched her eyebrow. "She's waking up."

Sephora's POV

I fluttered my eyes open slowly. The first thing I saw was Harry crouched down beside me with heavy concern on his face. 

"Did you get angry, Sephora?" Fiona mockingly bellowed. I rolled my eyes. "No, I was just surprised, I think." I said rubbing my head. I had a slight headache, but other than that I was alright. This has happened before. 

"Are you okay? I was worried. Does this usually happen? Do you need anything?" Harry just kept talking and talking. It was strange. I had never heard him talk this fast. 

"Calm down, Styles." I giggled as I reached my hand out to cup his face. He smiled, his cheeks becoming full in my hand. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. I didn't know this would happen." I nodded. "I know." "I want to make it up to you." He took his large hands and enveloped mine and looked up at me with hopeful eyes. He was almost like a puppy in that way. "Alright" was all I could say. 

"Can we start this meeting, please?" Fiona bellowed out as she took the same seat as she did the first time we had a meeting like this. Richard also assumed his familiar seating. 

Harry helped me sit up on the couch I was on but I did not stand. I only rested propped up in the corner of the couch and covered myself with a blanket Richard had thoughtfully handed me. Harry chose to set next to me. 

"Alright, let's get started." Fiona said holding up her clip board. "Media outlets are buzzing. TMZ was at the scene today, making this rumor bigger news. I believe there was some twitter buzz about this as well. With that, we're doing fine. The first steps are to build the reputation and let the world know that this is a thing. After that, it's just a matter of keeping rumors of infidelity and cheating at bay."

Richard opened his mouth to say something but I beat him to the punch. "But that's the thing." I said, sitting up a bit more than before, my blanket sliding slightly. 

"We're stirring rumors, we're getting attention quicker than even I expected, but it's not good attention."

"Nonsense!" started Fiona. "If you have done like I have asked then no negative attention should be upon you." 

"But it is." I stated back. "Fiona, this could not have been thought through completely by multiple parties, could it? I mean no disrespect, but I would expect much more than this from media experts."