Maddison has always dreamed of more, working in the library was never where she saw herself, it doesn't fill her with the excitement she craves. Until one day she stumbles upon a 'help wanted' sign, working for the desirable Mr Styles. Could this be...
There in front of me is beautiful Harry, he's in a suit standing in front of his helicopter or what I think is his.
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He looks amazing.
"Ms. Quinn?" Liam snaps me away from my thoughts.
"Right yeah." I walk over to Harry.
I'm excited but scared. He doesn't know I'm afraid of heights. He opens the door and holds a hand out for me so I can climb in. He shuts it once I'm in and climbs in the back with me.
"You can't fly them?" I question.
"No, Liam can however." he says as Liam climbs in the front driver seat.
Liam starts the helicopter.
"Put these on so Liam can hear you if you want to ask questions." he hands me some headphones and I put them on.
"Where are we going?" I question.
"A really nice, elegant Italian place across town. We're meeting some business colleagues of mine." he explains.
The helicopter starts to lift off the landing pad and I instantly grab Harry's hand. He removes my hand instantly and drops my hand between us.
"No touching!" he says sternly.
"I'm afraid of heights!" I snap.
"Watch your attitude." he says sternly.
I cross my arms, how am I supposed to enjoy this if he won't let me touch him. It's so aggravating.
"Why do you drink?" I question.
"Why don't you?" he questions ignoring my question.
"Harry I asked you first." I say.
He stays silent.
"Is it her? Is she why?" I ask looking at Liam not sure if he knew about her.
Harry looks at him too then out the window.
"He doesn't know, I do drink because of her." he says.
"Harry, look at me." I say.
He reluctantly looks at me.
"Just say you don't want to talk about it or anything for that matter. If you don't want to talk about it." I say softly.
"Why do you?" Harry says equally as soft.
I find myself enjoying this helicopter ride more than I should, being I'm afraid of heights. I look out the window and the glowing city below.
"I don't drink because it does something to you, it's not good for you. I've seen this my dad got drunk one night, he got pissed when my mum tried to put him to bed he hit her. She didn't leave him and she should've." I feel tears rise in my eyes.
