Styling Styles || h.s.

Chapter 6

"Excuse me?" Harry asked.

"I said you'd be to fucking cocky." I spat.

"Oh really?" Harry smirked, walking towards me.

"Really." I said.

"Well my mother taught me how to treat a woman the right way." He whispered in my ear.

"Yeah, whatever floats your boat." I smirked, whipping around to face Harry. "What happened to your body guard? He'd really save you in this situation."

"I don't need a bodyguard. He was

a one time job."

"Why?"

"He owed me."

"And who was he?"

"Elliot."

My eyes widened. "Spencer?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Set him up with a girl, correct?"

"How do you know all of this?"

"Well..." I got out my phone, and went to a picture that was 2 years old, and showed him.

"You were.. Emily?"

"I was a con artist." I shrugged, the tips of my lips gliding up my face. "Still am. Let's pull a con on them, yeah?"

He smirked. "Yeah."

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"John!" I yelled in front of the door, turning around. I heard a door squeak and Harry cough. Okay, it's Sophie.

"Yes, Amy?" He asked, pecking my cheek. I turned around seeing Sophie, and smiled.

"Hey neighbour!" I smiled.

"Um... Guys? Come here please!"

Elliot, Parker, Nate, and Hardison came behind her. Elliot's eyes widened, but went over to Harry.

"Harry!" He exclaimed.

"Harry?" Harry asked in an American accent. "My name's John."

"Come in, love." Sophie smiled sweetly at me and Harry.

"Thanks, we made you cookies." I handed her the batch and walked in politely.

I sat on the couch, with Parker looking at me like I'm a wild animal.

"I know you."She said. "You're that girl that was the annoying brat at that gymnastics class."

That's true.

"You did gymnastics?" Harry covered me.

"No, honey. Remember the cameras at my flat? I always sat down eating ice cream."

"Um..." Elliot scratched the back of his head. "Can I talk to you?"

Fuck.