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thirty four.

harry
his eyes widened at the sight of her with another man. she wasn't just with any man, no. she was with niall horan, owner of the 'night life' club chain and a few hotels around the world. he clenched his fists to his sides like a little kid, pouting and watching them.

"harry? you okay snuggle muffin?" erin cocked her head to the side, staring up at him. he was having so much fun, then he just snapped into a bad mood.

"i'm fine. why don't you go talk to esmeralda and christiani? they just walked through the door," he suggested, pointing his finger at the couple in the far corner. he really didn't want to deal with erin right now.

erin squealed in delight. she didn't know if the couple were going to make it it not. emeralda was a fashion designer and co-owner of a few brand name companies. one of them was the infamous 'chanel'. her husband, christiani, was the heir to the briarwell fortune and a well known business man.

"okay, i'll go see if they need anything," erin kissed harry on the cheek before gracefully walking over to the other corner.

harry's eyes never left elanora. she was sitting with niall at one of the tables, laughing at something he had said.

he didn't notice zayn until a hand was put on his shoulder, breaking his gaze from elanora and niall.

"mate! if you keep staring at horan and his girl people are gonna get the wrong idea," zayn whispered, looking him in the eye. he glared at his best friend, how dare he call elanora 'horan's girl'!

"she is mine! not his!" he hissed at zayn, looking towards them again. zayn blinked a couple times, trying to process what harry just said. oh shit, zayn thought, that must be elanora. she was quite pretty.

zayn looked at harry who was fixing his suit and hair. "where are you going, mate?" the bradford lad asked, scrunching his eyebrows up in confusion.

"just to say hello," harry replied with a sarcastic smile before heading towards the table they were sitting at.

elanora
"mr. horan, thank you for coming. who is this lovely lady?" harry smiled charmingly.

"elanora caverly..my date," niall replied with a smirk. he could tell harry was checking her out and he didn't like it. he didn't like it one bit.

elanora remained silent. harry was there; he was right in front of her. she had the chance to talk to him.

"elanora caverly? oh! you helped my wife set this up for me. thank you so much," harry said, acting surprised. no one knew that they knew each other.

elanora pretended not to feel a jab of pain when he said 'wife'. of course he wasn't gonna leave erin, he was yanking her chain...stringing her along.

"you're welcome mr. styles. although, your wife did most of the work," elanora spoke softly.

harry hummed and closed his eyes, he missed her voice so much. "erin can be quite controlling," he agreed with a chuckle.

niall took a sip of his drink. there was something about harry and elanora he couldn't put his finger on. he shrugged the thought off.