Fallen Angel - A Harry Styles Fanfiction

You're My Rock, My Sunshine

Cherise's POV

I didn't get any sleep last night. I knew what the next morning held. I made myself a cup of coffee and changed into whatever I found in front of me, which was pretty casual. I washed my face and did a loose side braid lazily. I was totally chuffed. I knew what would happen, I was prepared. Okay, maybe not.

Just as I was done with my hair I heard my phone ring from the bed. I rushed to the room to answer it. 

The caller ID read Paul.

"Hello." I said into the receiver.

"Good morning Cherise. Come down to Harry's suite in half an hour, management will be expecting you. Good luck honey."

A chill ran down my spine as I heard what he said. Management. 

Paul was always very nice. He was always taking care of us. Whereas, management was a pain in the arse. 

I grabbed a banana and ate it before I left my suite. The walk to Harry's room was one of the most nerve wracking and fearful one. I was scared out of my bones. Who knew what they'd declare following the events of last night.

I shakily twisted the cold and golden knob. As soon  as I opened the door I felt nauseous. Harry and the three other men were sitting on the couches in the medium sized living room of Harry's suite. Harry had his head bowed down while the three men turned towards me.

They were wearing black suits and looked extremely professional and intimidating. I was close to spilling my guts on the cream carpets. 

"Cherise Alden, the stylist?" The one in the middle asked. 

I nodded and took a deep breathe. 

"Take a seat please." The one on the left said sternly. Let's name him Scary Dude 1.

I sat down as farther away from Harry as I could to not make them even more suspicious and mad. 

"So about last night, you were behind it weren't you?" The one on the right finally spoke aka Scary Dude 2.

"It was all your fault, what Harry did. Do you know how mu-" He was cut off by Harry who finally got the courage to speak up.

"Sir, it was not her fault. It was all me/ I should have known better. Please don't blame it on her." 

"We did not give you the permission to speak." Scary Dude 3 said.

Harry's expression turned into anger and he clenched his fists but he knew better than not to argue with these guys. 

"I agree that I was indeed the cause of the events that unfortunately took place last night and I deeply apologise. I hope you understand." I said.

"Apologising does not fix the problem at hand, we warned you before but you chose the hard way." Scary Dude 1 said.

"Wait what?! Warned you before? Why don't I know about this?" Harry said turning towards me.

Scary Dude 2 glared at him and he sighed. 

"This will be your last tour as One Direction's stylist." Scary Dude 2 said.

Harry's head shot up as he heard what the man said. His eyes grew wide.

"And as for you Harry, you will have a few restrictions." Scary Dude 1 said.

He sighed, bored. Like he was gonna go by their rules (sarcasm).

"What about Brenda? Is she still going to be their stylist?" I asked worriedly. I didn't want her life to be ruined in this mess.

"She'll be fine as long as she obeys by the rules." Scary Dude 3 spoke this time.