Coffee Cups (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Four

Andrea Palestine
-4:05pm-

"And someone, I guess a Mr.Jeremy, told Sam he wanted to meet up with you." I spoke as he walked briskly infront of me, hardly trying to let me catch up with him in the crowd as I jogged to do so, smoothly pushing past people. The two buff security gaurds who accompanied us, as 'safety measures' in father's words, walked beside me, easily yet roughly pushing people out of the way without acknowledging them.

"Okay." Was all I got as a reply, before I lost sight of him yet again. We had been walking for about fifteen minutes now, after we got off a rusty truck my father drove to this place. I have no clue where in the world we are and I dont know why my father wants me here if he decides to hardly acknowledge me. But I am not complaining, no.

"So you guys working for us?" I asked the two men casually, in an attempt to start some sort of conversation, but they didnt seem to hear me over the bustle of the crowd. So I patiently repeated myself again, only this time I made myself a hell lot louder and clearer. "SO-YOU-GUYS-WORK-FOR-MY-FATHER?"

The one on my right answered. "Yes ma'am."

"Do you have any clue where we are headed to?"

"Sorry ma'am but I didnt get you."

How am I able to hear every word of his clearly and he not mine?

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHERE WE ARE HEADED TO?"

"Sorry ma'am, but I dont know."

"OKAY. CAN I KNOW YOUR NAME? ITS WEIRD TO TALK TO YOU WITHOUT KNOWING YOUR NAME. ITS JUST A HABIT OF MINE I GUESS. I ALWAYS-"

"My name's Gregory ma'am." He nonchalantly cut in, still keeping his stare straight ahead and face emotionless. Way to be polite sir!

"WHAT ABOUT YOUR FRIEND THERE?"

"Elgort ma'am. He is a mute."

"Oh! Sorry."

"He lost his voice in an accident ma'am. A bullet right down his throat. Luckily he survived and is back to normal."

"Wow! You actually heard me?"

"Yes ma'am, I can hear you now."

"Well sorry about Elgort. How ling have you been working as a guard?"

"Just two years, ma'am."

"Do you know why you are working as a guard?"

"Andrea! Will you hurry up?"

Ah! Perfect timing. "In a minute father. It would take me seconds if you decide slow down the least bit though."

And there standing in all his glory, a frown planted on his face, he stood, his six feet self, tapping his shoe clad feet impatiently on the ground. My beloved father.

"What is taking you so damn long, Andrea?" He snapped, decicing to pull me along with him this time, as the two men followed right behind.

"Mind if I ask you where we are going, now?"

"I am going to meet a friend of mine Andrea. Does that satisfy you?"

"Sure it does. Who is he....or she?"

He let out a frustrated groan while I chuckled, finding his mood rather amusing. He looked angry yet calm at the same time. If it were any other day, he would have lashed out immediately, but now he seemed to be controlling himself.

"Eric, Andrea! Eric Stevenson. If you want to know more, he is a childhood friend of mine and he is now doing a business, which is not yours to bother about. He and I have came up with a deal and we are going to start a collaboration of sorts. Alright?"

"Alright. But what happened to you other company. The bio-weapons you were manufacturing?"

"How did you know that?" He asked, stopping abruptly and fully facing me.

"I just know." I answered. He tried to stare me down for a few minutes, observing every single emotion on my face before resuming to drag me through the crowd without another word.

"How much longer?" I whined, trying really hard to ignore the throbbing pain in my legs.

"Just down the road now." He said calmly. A few more minutes and we were headed to a clearing. A broad sand road led to a huge mansion. It looked beautiful.

Just outside stood a young man, in his mid twenties adorning an armour suit. He too looked well built, broad shoulders and strong legs.

"Wow! The guards here are like super hot!" I exclaimed unconsiously, but immediately regretted doing so. I am so busted.

But my father surprised me with a hearty chuckle, roughly patting me on the back. "You did not just say that, Andrea!" He snorted looking down at me amusedly.

"Why?"

"He is Eric's son. Liam. Laim Payne."

"But isnt he an Eric Stevenson? How is his son a Liam Payne."

"Now that doenst matter, Andrea." He mumbled angrily. Well guess he is back to his normal self. "Behave yourself. There are important people here."

"Sure."

"Liam, my boy. How big you have grown." Father practically screamed, approaching the tall man with outstretched hands. The two men shook hands like men, while I stood there awkwardly, a fake smile plastered on my face. Just when I thought father was going to introduce me to Liam, they both turned around, mindlessly strolling away from me, into the mansion.

"And to think I was finally of some importance here." I grumbled, turning around to face Elgort and Gregory, who too stood there awkwardly. "I understand what you must be feeling."

"Andrea darling, care to join us." Father called from the door, mockingly. I nodded, jogging to the doors with Elgort and Gregory right behind my tail. They were like my playmates, always behind me. I was thankful in a way, to always have company.

"I though I would have to stay behind, when you left so abruptly." I muttered, cowering under my father's intense gaze. He just shook his head, before gently pushing me through hallways and stopping infront of a room, which seemed like the office.

"Why didnt you introduce me to Liam?"

"Now listen very carefully." He whispered right into my ear, completely ignoring my question. "In that room are very important people. About twenty of them. You dont need to know who they are and they dont need to know who you are. You just need to keep quiet and listen to the whole conversation carefully. Understood?"

"Yes. But why exactly am I here?"

He just walked into the room, ignoring me, yet again. So I just quietly followed, just like he ordered.