fire | harry styles

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>> i messed around with you, good or bad? <<

[HARRY]

I followed Louis through some corridors until we reached a pair of large glass doors with silver handles. He pulled the door open and held it for me to walk in and then followed.

There were two chairs set up in the middle of the room where Louis and I immediately went to sit at. We hadn't spoken since I read the articles about Angel and left my office.

Soon after sitting down a lady in a tight black dress comes out from behind the curtains set in front of us as a "stage." She walks out with a smile on her face and a clipboard which she's holding securely in her hands.

"Good Evening gentlemen. I've brought some of my best models, they're finishing up and will be out in no time." she was very cheery with that smile never leaving her face. I only nodded my head while Louis decided to take a more polite route and said, "Thank you, love."

She walked back behind the curtains leaving Louis and I in silence again. I crossed my legs and folded my hands on top while I felt Louis' gaze on me.

"What are you going to do?"

I slowly looked up at his direction. "About what?"

"Well about Angel." he raised his brow at me.

I shook my head turning my gaze back down to my hands and started fidgeting with the rings around my fingers. I didn't bother to answer Louis when I heard the sound of heels clicking on the ground. Louis and I both turned our attentions to the model that was strutting towards us.

A line of more models followed shortly behind her, all of them wearing very little clothing and loud heels. Each had a confident smirk plastered on their faces as they lined up in front of us. I usually would've played along with them but I definitely wasn't in mood with Angel consuming my thoughts.

*45 minutes later*

All the models were dismissed once we finally picked the ones I thought were the best for the campaign. I was ready to turn around and leave the room when the lady in the black dress from earlier stops me. I feel her place her hand on my broad shoulder and I only turn my head to face her.

"Mr. Styles, you seemed unimpressed with the models earlier." she smirked and batted her eyes trying to make it seem like this would be an innocent conversation.

I fully turn my body to face her and look down at her petite body, the black dress hugging her in a teasing manner.

"If that's what you want to think." I smirk, my thoughts about Angel go away somehow. She smirks back as she lets her fingers trace patterns over the material on my shoulder.

"Maybe I can be the one to impress you." Her hazel eyes never breaking contact with mine. I let my eyes roam her body up and down before coming up with a response. Why not? I could use a distraction from Angel.

"You know where to find me." I quickly turned on my heel, exiting the room, and then hear Louis call behind me.

"Where were you?" I was quick to ask first.

"Talking to the models you picked." He smirked and I only chuckled at his choice.

"You know very well we're one model short, why couldn't you pick any of the other ones? They're all beautiful and you know it." Gosh he loves getting on my nerves.

"Beautiful? Sure. But they're not right for the campaign. I'll come up with something don't worry." I snapped back while picking up my pace and losing him on the way to my office.