The Interview(Harry Styles)

Chapter 3 - Blake

I am so sorry for not updating but here is chapter 3 I hope you like it!!!XD

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I run out of the interview room, internally freaking out. They knew my sister, they were with her the night she died.

I make my way to the bathroom to compose myself.

God why does everything have to be so screwed up?

Once I'm in the bathroom I splash some water on my face trying to regulate my breathing. I hear a knocking on the door and I look from the mirror to the door. I sigh and walk to the door, checking my appearance one more time.

I slowly open the door expecting to see Daniel, instead it's Harry.

"What?" I snap.

He holds his hands up in surrender. "Sorry just want to see if you are okay."

"Well I'm fine." I walk past him and back to the interview room with him following behind me. When I walk in I have five pairs of eyes on me.

"Interviews over." I say. "Sorry." I walk out if the room again with Daniel right behind me.

"Well that was interesting." He says.

"Yeah well I'm going to go send the notes to Kelly and then head to Moe's. He wants me in early for some reason." I start to walk to Kelly's office but I'm stopped by Daniel.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks with concern.

No

"Yeah I'll be fine." I say with a slight smile. I turn around and the smile drops and I walk to Kelly's office.

I send the notes to Kelly's email and then grab my stuff. As I'm walking out I see the boys walk by and they're messing around. I see Harry look at me and then I start walking to the elevators to get away. I press the button to go down and wait. I hear footsteps behind me and I know it's Harry. I keep waiting for the elevator ignoring him.

"So are you just going to ignore me?" He asks.

"That was the plan." I remark. Still not turning towards him. He touches my lower back and fire spreads through me. I'm suddenly very aware of him and how close we are. He leans forward and whispers in my ear.

"Now why would you do that, love?" He asks in a low voice, which sends shivers down my spine. Now his whole chest us pressed firmly behind my back. The doors to the elevator open and I rush in. Not the best idea because now we're in an enclosed area together with lust running through our veins. When the doors close the elevator gets smaller and smaller. I feel him staring at me and I feel like I'm being undressed with his eyes.

"So what's your name?" He suddenly asks.

I look at him. "Blake."

He steps closer to me and looks in my eyes. "Blake, beautiful name." He whispers, coming closer.

I stay put looking at him, noticing how gorgeous he is.

Soon he's right in front of me and he is tracing a line down my jaw.

"Stop." I say trying to sound defiant but it's a hoarse whisper.

"Is that really what you want, love?" His British accent sounds so thick. He leans down and kisses my jaw. I shut my eyes and lean my head back giving him access. He kissing a trail up and down my neck then my cheek then the corner of my mouth. I get impatient and I grab his face and slam my lips on his mouth. He backs me up against the wall and kisses my with a fiery passion. He tugs on my lip begging for entrance and I smirk denying him. He suddenly grabs by thighs and wraps them around his waist and bangs me against the wall, but it doesn't hurt. I gasp and he quickly takes advantage and glides his tongue together with mine. I moan deeply and he groans. Then there's a ding and I wake with a start.