That's Me In The Spotlight {The Jesus Fic}.

Chapter 15

Burberry wasn't quite what Harry was expecting. More formal and private than Dolce & Gabanna in New York, it looked more like an office from the outside than a shop. Harry had to press a buzzer to be let in.

“Burberry Las Vegas,” a British accent crackled out, as if Harry didn't know where he was. “Um, hi. I'm Harry Styles.”“Do you have an appointment?”“I don't know, I-”

The voice cut him off. “My apologies, we can't take anyone without an appointment today.” If they turned him away, he'd be screwed. Louis would never trust him with anything again.

 “Louis Tomlinson sent me,” Harry quickly tried. The locked door clicked open instantly.

Harry pushed it open and peered inside. A thin girl in high heels was walking brusquely towards him, a smile on her face. She was dressed very well with a full face of makeup, and Harry couldn't quite guess her age.

“Bonjour, ça va? Comment tu t'appelles?”“Em...” Frick. Harry wasn't sure what to do. He should have just let Louis come too.

“C'est toi Harry, oui?” the girl breezed on, oblivious to Harry's balking. “Moi c’est Hannah.” Her accent wasn't nearly as thick as Louis', and Harry could make out his own name, but that didn't help with much else.

“Sorry, I don't speak French?” he tried.

To Harry's relief, she immediately responded in English. “Oh, that's fine! I said I'm Hannah. You're Harry, yes?”

Harry nodded.

“My French isn't very good anyway,” she admitted. “I just thought since you're with Louis Tomlinson...”

“We speak English. I think all he does in French is swear,” Harry joked, following the girl through the office space. “I'm not picking up much else.”

“Oh, really! Swearing in French!” the girl cried out, delighted. “Look-” her eyes darted around for a second before she quickly pushed him through a nearby door. “What else is he like?” she asked, hushed. “Do you see much of him?”

“Um...” Harry stalled, wriggling the fingers of his still-tender hand. See much of him?

“I mean, I've seen him before,” she said, voice still quiet, “but I've never gotten a chance to actually talk to him.”

“Oh. I mean... we talk every day,” Harry started cautiously. We kiss every day.“Oh my God!” The girl said, giving Harry a punch on the shoulder. “You're so lucky! Is he brilliant? He's brilliant, isn't he?”

Louis was brilliant, all right.

“I'm sorry,” the girl said, cringing at the silence. “God, I'm so embarrassing. At least he sent you instead of coming in here himself. I wouldn't have been able to even talk to him.” She pulled Harry back out of the room and lead him further through the building. “So why'd he send you? Is he like, your style sensei? Taking you under his wing?”

“No, I don't do fashion stuff. I just came as a favour because he wanted to stay back at the hotel.”

“Wow.” She was impressed. “You must have a good eye though, if he's trusting you to dress him.”

“I don't think I do,” Harry said honestly. “You've gotta help me pick outfits, please?”

She gave Harry the biggest smile he'd possibly ever seen in his life. “Of course I will. Did you want some champagne?”

“I'm sixteen,” Harry informed her.

She just looked at him. “And I'm nineteen. This isn't a bar, it's a showroom. You've never done this before?”