Suit & Tie (Harry Styles au) [REPOSTED]

Chapter 6 - Strong stares & double shots

He looked incredible. His dark jeans clung tightly to his legs, those legs that went on endlessly, that probably made models everywhere jealous. The black suit jacket accentuated his broad shoulders, making him seem more powerful that he already was. A white dress shirt and black tie completed the look.

Harry Styles' hair was swooped to the side, not pushed back like the former two times I had seen him. It made him look younger. His face held the same cold expression until he started to mingle with people. Then he would laugh, and I noticed a dimple on his cheek that I had never seen before. Because I had never seen him smile, I realised.

He would laugh, and smile, and talk excitedly with his large hands, and pull Cara closer to his side, and grin at her, and then as soon as he was away from people the blank expression would fall back over his face. But the weirdest part was how he seemed to be in control of every situation.

Every time Styles stopped to talk to people, the mens shoulders seemed to drop. He'd shake their hands and I could tell they were intimidated. Men and women alike, no matter how tall they were, seemed to be much shorter than him. His presence was overwhelming.

Fingers snapped in front of my face and I was pulled back into the real world, where Harry Styles was a scary 24 year old CEO, not a smiling male model. "Norah!" Jace hissed. I reluctantly turned my eyes away from Harry.

"He's so...perfect," I whined. "Oh my god, I've got to go hide. I'll go backstage and help out."

"You were just drooling over him, and now you have to hide?!"

"He'll scare me if he talked to me. Or I might jump his bones right here. I don't know whether I want to kill or kiss that man," I huffed as I crossed my arms. "Now I'm going to hide backstage until the show starts."

"Too late," Jace whispered with a frightened expression on his face. I turned around to see Harry glaring at me intently from across the room. I couldn't look away, even when his eyes trailed relentlessly down my body. He smirked, and whispered something to Cara, the gorgeous model on his arm, and started walking towards me.

I ran.

"Aaron," I gasped as I burst backstage. He looked up, surprised, from where he kneeled in front of a model, fixing the hem on her dress. "Is there anything I need to do?"

"No, I think we've-"

"Anything," I begged. "Really, just give me a job, please Aaron."

He stood up with an amused look on his face. "Since when do you want extra work?" He questioned.

"I'm just trying to help," I hugged, picking at the hem of my red romper anxiously.

"Okay..." He muttered. "Uhm, you could just go check that all the models are ready. And then check the sound boot upstairs. Make sure everything is in order."

I sighed in relief and started working, adjusting a few things here and there on the models, mostly to waste time. My heels clacked impatiently as I walked up the stairs to the sound booth. The DJ was in there already, his fancy machines with what seemed like a thousand buttons in front of him.

"Hey, uh, I was just checking to make sure everything is in order," I explained as he turned to me. He was cute. Not harry Styles sex god gorgeous, but still handsome. I blushed a little bit a I realised I was staring.

"Yeah it's good," He replied. "People are about to start entering. Should I start the first song?"

"Mhmm.." I responded absentmindedly. I looked through the glass windows and down onto where the show was taking place. The white runway looked gorgeous, almost glistening as the lights shone down on it. The door opened and people started to walk in, finding their names and taking their seats.