Suit & Tie (Harry Styles au) [REPOSTED]

Chapter 5 - Erractic errands & stolen seats

It was Friday. The day I had been waiting for since last month. The day that mark the beginning of fall fashion. It was our fall runway show. We had been planning it for a month, everything was perfect down to every little detail.

Jace was shocked when he opened my door at 10 in the morning to find me already awake, sitting on the edge of my bed as I dug the heels of my hands into my eyes to wake myself up.

"I didn't think you could function without me," He mused. I glared up at him sleepily.

"This is a on time thing. Are you making breakfast?"

"Darling. I make breakfast every morning. Why would today be any different?"

"Fair point. Now shoo, I've got to get ready. I'm going to need at least an hour," I explained as I ushered a very amused Jace out of my room. I treated myself to a bath, soaking and letting my muscles relax as I thought.

I no longer had to deal with Harry Styles. We gotten enough in our short interview to post an article. I would never have to see the extremely intimidating but immaculately beautiful man. The stress that had been thrown on me in the few short days I interacted with him was gone.

But a new stress was there, a stress that I didn't quite understand. The stress that I wouldn't ever get to see him again. I just didn't want to be in the same room with him and interact. Ever. I just wanted to do very inappropriate things to his beautiful body.

Jace knocking on the bathroom door dragged me out of my thoughts "Hurry up! We need to get there early."

"Go away!" I shouted back. "I'm dreaming about Harry Styles naked."

"I thought you hated him!"

I sighed as I climbed out of the bath, water sloshing over the side. "I just thing you were right about needing to get laid!"

He giggled from the other side of the door and I heard his footsteps falling away. I wrapped a towel around me and blow dried my hair, curling it so it fell in loose waves around my face. Then I went to my bedroom to get dressed.

I smiled proudly at the outfit I had picked. A deep red romper that fit me perfectly, Alexander McQueen velvet heels that I had stolen from the stock closet, and my favourite black purse with lace details. I wore black and gold jewellery for accessories.

Slipping on the gorgeous heels, I stumbled out of my room, leaning against the wall for support. Then I did my makeup, not to much makeup but just enough. I painted my lips a dark colour and swiped on mascara for finishing touches, and headed to the kitchen.

Jace was singing as he spread jam on our English muffins. I giggled at his outfit. He was wearing red pants with the bottoms cuffed and oxfords for shoes. He had on a checkered, short sleeve button down shirt with his usual bow tie. It was a great outfit, except for the hot pink apron wrapped around his waist.

"Are you laughing at me?" He questioned as he set the muffin in front of me.

"Mhmm," I mumbled with a now full moth. I sipped my coffee to wash down the delicious food. "You look fabulous, especially with your chef's apron. But the red pants and the pink are clashing a little."

"Whatever," He hugged. "I might just wear it to the show. Nice outfit by the way. I didn't even have to pick it out for you."

I stuck out my tongue at him as I finished my muffin and reached for a bowl of strawberries, munching happily on the fresh fruit. After finishing my coffee, I poured us each our usual second to-go cup, and we were out the door.

We hailed a taxi and climbed in as it sped off to our destination. The show was being held at an upscale banquet hall in Brooklyn. Both Jace and I were practically shaking with excitement in the backs seat of the dirty cab.