Behind The Lense (Harry Styles love story)

A Dreadful Favor

My body followed closely behind the large man as we flew down a long hall. I didn't even know where we were, one minute we were in the dance room and now we had somehow magically landed in a corridor? Maybe I don't know stadiums as well as I thought I did.

I didn't know if it would be wrong or polite to ask for his name. Maybe I'd be seeing him more often now, I hope not though, to be honest he kind of scares me. Men in suits are always mysterious and unreadable. Or is it just me?

Before I had anytime to think more of my petty thoughts, I was cut off by a large glass door standing in front of me. The man opened it with ease, holding it out for me to walk through. I quietly said 'thank you' and shuffled slowly into the wide room.

The room we entered was big and very unique. The walls were colored a bright white, and the furniture was either a dark brown or a deep sea colored green. An odd match up of colors I must say, but it somehow fits Mr. Staftway. On his desk was a picture of him and his family, and some paperwork. On the walls were posters of 1D and some paintings along with them. This room was an overall splash of everything.

Mr. Staftway sat high and mighty on the other side of his smooth cherry wood desk. His face held a fake yet happy smile, as I walked into the room further. What was I doing here?

"Olivia Harris how lovely to see you. Why don't you take a seat," Mr. Staftway's arm gestured to the wooden seats placed in front of his desk. I nodded, and cautiously sat down with my hands folded in my lap.

"Thank you gentleman." Mr. Staftway waved to the three men standing in the back of the room. One of them happened to be the man that brought me here. They must be bodyguards.

"So, Ms. Harris I bet you are wondering why you are brought down here and at such an early hour. I'm sorry if we pulled you away from anything important," He conversed, sitting down in his big comfortable chair and folding one leg over the other. His stomach was visible, rolling over his belt. He really needs to work out.

"It's ok, I was only talking to my friend Jackie," Forget calling her Jackelyn, she will always be my little Jackie Bear to me.

"I am actually more surprised that you remembered my name. Or even know my name for that matter." I chuckled awkwardly and squeezed my hands together tighter, hoping he wasn't offended. Hoping I didn't change his cheerful mood.

Mr. Staftway replied with a hard chuckle, and slicked back his thinning hair with his hand. I mentally "ewed" in my head.

"Well of course I know your name Olivia! I know all of the workers names," he boasted, his ego growing bigger and bigger by the second. I don't like Mr. Staftway, but his unnatural friendliness towards me at the moment is throwing me off. It's nice that he is treating me like a respectable worker, but somehow something doesn't feel right. He is being too considerate. Laughing and smiling at me too much. Hmm

"But anyways enough of the small talk, let's get down to business. Do u have any idea why I brought u here?" He asks, his light tone becoming more serious. He leans down on the table, his elbows are nailed to the smooth surface.

I shake my head, and remain silent.

"Well we have a proposition for-"

Just then the last person I'd expect to see, and the one that makes my blood boil and my jaw tense, came barging in. Slamming the door loudly for everyone to hear. It was the one and only Harry Styles. Even his name irritated me, making my breath puff out in annoyance.

Everyone's head turned to Harry as he stood there with a Coke in his hand. He slurped it obnoxiously, and remained still, sitting slightly in his hip. Everyone was quiet, until Mr. Staftway interrupted with a cheesy smile.