The Encounter |H.S|

17

I knock on the door of Harry's office with hesitation clear in my movements, biting down on my bottom lip and my arms crossed in slight discomfort. I felt stupid for coming here, and I did think about chickening out before leaving home, but Louis literally pushed me out the door.

Instead of hearing the usual bossy tone of his to tell me to come in, he opens the door in a swift move. Oh wow, he actually moved his ass to open the door.

"Hello, Evelyn." He greets lowly, letting a polite smile form on his lips before letting me in and gesturing me to sit on the couch that he had on his office.

With a slight frown, I sit down while he wanders somewhere else. I look down at the fabric of the black couch and sigh happily at the comfortable cushions of it. This one quite reminded me of the one I have in my own office which is quite nice.

The reason I am thinking about couches? I have no idea.

I glance at his tall frame that was standing behind his desk, taking a bottle of wine in his right hand while holding two glasses in his left one. With slow but steady steps, he reaches where I was standing, sitting down next to me and setting the things he had in his hands on the glass centre table.

My mouth was watering at the sight of wine, but I keep my mouth shut and watch as he fills the two glasses with a moderate quantity of the red liquid before handing me one.

I take the drink in my hand and stare at it for some minutes, wondering if this was really a good idea. Louis did tell me that maybe Harry would want to clear some things up, but what could they possibly be? He's shown me nothing to make me believe his words so far and I can't just jump into his arms and believe in everything he says just so he can pretend that everything is fine.

I have to stand my ground, even if it meant speaking to him more often about what I need him to do to show me I can trust him because right now I can't, and I honestly hate that feeling. Everything that comes past his perfect pink lips sounds like a lie even if it isn't, but in my head it sounds like it and I hate to feel that way because I want to be able to trust him.

I bring the glass to my lips and take a small swing of the wine, widening my eyes at how good it is. Of course it's good, he's a dirty rich bastard.

"Evelyn," He clears his throat, my gaze breaking off from the drink and falling on him as he bites his bottom lip and looks away for a split second, "I'm sorry if my actions were blunt this morning, but I wanted to speak to you."

I stare at him, seemingly in a daze before averting my eyes to look at the wall in front of me, taking a deep breath before nodding for him to speak. "Then do it, I'm listening."

"Please look at me," He breaths out, gazing at me with hopeful eyes when I turn my head to stare at him, "I need you to believe me, what I'm about to tell you is something real, it happened, okay?"

I look at him with slight curiosity growing within me while I lean back on my seat as he stares intently at me. "Go on." I mutter, pressing my lips afterwards at the realization of the fact I didn't clearly answer his question.

"I was starting my own business," He breaths, letting his eyes fall on my hand that was holding the glass of wine, "Liam and his team were the ones helping me at the time and they were impeccable, but one day when we were having a meeting they said that if I wanted to be known my partner would have to be known in the fashion industry."

"So you left me because of work?" I seethe angrily but he quickly shakes his head while letting out a sigh.

"Let me finish, please," He quietly inquires and I slowly nod, "I told them that I did not want to be with anyone else, but they kept going on and on about how if I had a famous girlfriend I would be known easily and fastly but I kept saying no, so they got pissed and made me sign a contract."