Mr. Styles

Chapter 23

Harrys POV

"Hi Harry."

"What are you doing here?"

I closed the door.

"We need to talk." He says.

I walk past him towards my desk, I don't even remember what I was going to do.

"Talk about what? What could we possibly have to talk about? It's been what, 15 years since we last talked.

I shuffled through some papers on my desk angrily.

"Besides you need to go, I don't even know how you got up here-"

"I just need five minutes."

I looked up at him I didn't even realize he had a camera on him, or how tall and lengthy he had grown, not as tall as me but he was pretty tall. Ink had covered his arms including some sort of pattern on his left hand.

"Five minutes and that's all you get." I sat down, I was beginning to get a head ache.

He set his camera down on my desk and began the pull out some vanilla folders from his bag.

"I heard that you've been looking for a new tech designer."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Is that was this is about? All you had to do was fill out an application like everyone else."

He looked up at me his bright hazel eyes meeting my dark green ones.

"One if you would have seen my name you probably would have thrown my application out without even reading it, and two it would have taken weeks for me to even get an appointment with you, and I honestly can't wait that long." He said sitting down.

"Looks like some things still haven't changed." I say

"Well you know me better than anyone." He smiled in which I didn't return.

"Um, well here are a few of my designs including some pictures I've taken."

I took the folder, and opened it up. I flipped threw it seeing all the different designs and art, it was absolutely extraordinary. It's better than what I've been seeing. I sighed, I really do need a new tech designer but I don't want it to be him.

"Keep a hold of all your work, your still going to have to wait like everyone else but I'll consider putting you at the top of my list."

He stood up a gigantic smile on his face. His tongue still protrudes behind his teeth but only when he genially smiled.

"Thank you so much Harry."

I leaned over and tapped my name plate.

"Sorry, Mr.Styles." He says.

"We will be in touch." I say not all to excited but if he fits the job I guess I'll have to deal.

"Thank you again." He gives me a small smile before exiting.