Torture [h.s]

Lilliana

'No damn it! this shirt is not so nice. I want to have  the perfect colour!' Harry thought to himself.

Why all this effort for only dressing up...because today he is going to meet his girl for the first time- well face to face. 

Harry was jittery all day, he was teensy bit nervous. He thought of their meeting what would she think of him? will she remember him ? what would be her name ?

All questions without any answers. I'll just have to wait , he thought.

"Harry it's time, son. " Richard said as he checked his gold rolex.

"Be there in a sec." Harry drawled out.

I guess I'll just wear a white t-shirt, he thought.
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The ride to the firm was excruciatingly painful. Thoughts jumbled into Harry's head as they were approaching their destination-mainly negative thoughts and this wanted Harry to smash someone's head, real bad.

compose yourself, you shit! he said to himself.

Harry got out of the car as soon as they reached the firm. He waited patiently for his father. Then together they walked in.The meeting was to be held in a conference room so they made their way inside quickly but as soon as they were about to go inside Harry stopped it felt like his whole body stopped functioning. He was scared to go and see her.  Composing himself he went inside and saw a man who seemed to be in his mid-fifties  talking to Richard.When he saw around the room he didn't see his angel what the hell!

"Harry come here and sit." Richard said.

Harry muttered a few curses but sat next to his father. Then the elders began to discuss the case's details which Harry droned out on.

In the midst of this a door opening jerked Harry from his soon-to-be- asleep state.

Then he saw it. Then most beautiful woman he had ever seen. An Angel-no doubt!

She was tall but not too much tall about 5'7. She had light brown hair with some strands that looked like golden if exposed to sunlight. Her hair was tied in a bun- if that it was called. She had a black pencil skirt with a maroon blouse on her hour glass figure. Her eyes was just as beautiful as her it complemented her whole beauty, they were a light blue just like the sky in the morning.

She walked towards them and Harry could feel his heart skip a beat. Maybe it's the way she walks, her whole posture was emitting confidence.

"Hello. Im Lilliana Evans I'll be fighting your case against the Stuarts.I'm sorry I kept you waiting Mr.Styles."She said while smiling apologetically at both Harry and Richard.

He would make her smile everyday.

Lilliana ... what an angelic name. Mine! All mine.