𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐒 {𝐇.𝐒}

15

"You two did what?" Claire asks, dumbfounded by the details I just dropped on her.

"Yup, we made out. It's a one-time thing though. Never happening again." I shrug, and she rolls her eyes.

"Girl, you know you lying. Once you've gotten a taste of Harry, you're not gonna want to stop. Just go for it." She says as she stuffs her face with a salad.

"You acting like you had a taste, so-called 'me and Harry never did anything' headass." I laugh, and she hits me on my head.

"I ain't say I experienced it. I was close to some of the employees he slept with throughout the years." She shrugs, and I roll my eyes and get up to go get a blanket from my bed.

When I come back, Claire is all up on my phone scrolling through my text messages.

"You've got somewhere to be right now. Go take a quick shower, get dolled up." She says, gathering her stuff with my phone in her hand.

"What do you mean?" I ask as I take my phone from her hand and scroll through the string of texts on my dimly lit screen.

Harry: Are you busy right now?

Me: No Harry, what's up?

Harry: I need to talk to you

Me: Um, okay.

Harry: I'm taking you to dinner. I'll be there in 30 minutes so be ready.

I look over at her and I give her a death stare, and she rushes to the door and leaves.

That sneaky little bitch.

Me: Okay

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"Wow, you look amazing." He compliments me as he stands in front of my door, and I give him a faint smile while saying thank you.

I step out and lock my door, which reminds him about the flat he offered me.

"So, we're moving you out by the end of this weekend. I'll take you by to let you see it tonight if you want?"

"Yeah, that's fine." I agree on it, and we head into the elevator with just the two of us.

Or so we thought.

Before the doors could close, the last person I want to be in the elevator with put his hand in between the closing doors and lets himself in.

Mr. Buckingham.

Yeah, this was gonna go smoothly.

He gives Harry a polite nod and Harry nods back at him, and then he looks at me and scrunches his face up in disgust.

Harry notices, and he decides to speak up about it which I wish he hadn't because it's going to be nothing but a disaster.

"Hey, I don't appreciate you giving her dirty looks. If you have a problem, talk to me about it mate."

I can feel my cheeks burning up and I'm so thankful that they can't see me blushing due to my brown complexion.

"Why on earth would you take up for this scum? She is worthless, I don't know why you're wasting your time."

Now that embarrassed me. Even though I am used to the insults, hearing them in front of my boss sends me on a whole new level of insecurity. I cover my face up with my hands, trying to hide my face.

All of a sudden, I hear a thud, and Mr. Buckingham is up against the wall with one of Harry's large hands wrapped around his thin, sickly throat and the other shoving his finger very aggressively in his face. You can tell that Mr. Buckingham is struggling to breathe from the large huffs and puffs he's doing.

"Harry, stop he's sick!" I try to stop him, but he glares at me and then turns his attention back to Mr. Buckingham.

"Listen here you cunt: Say some shit like that to her again and I will make you want to die faster than you already are. Trust me, I don't give a fuck when it comes to the people important to me." He then lets him go, leaving Mr. Buckingham gasping for air as he falls to the ground.

"Harry, he has cancer! You could've killed him!" I pull him back over to me, and the elevator dings and we both walk out.

"I don't care, when it comes to scum like that, we could use less of them. The world wouldn't miss him." He shrugs, and I just stare straight ahead as we arrive at his car he opens the door for me, and I hurriedly get into the car and he closes it for me.

What a start to my night.

....

We get to the venue, and it was a quiet place that was hidden in some alley. But when you got inside, it was really elegant and chic inside. Although the place screamed money, people still walked around in comfortable clothing or regular clothes. I guess it was a spot for people with higher status to go without being bothered.

"Table for two, Mr. Styles. Follow me."

Well, I guess he's a frequent customer here.