COPPER | Harry Styles

Ch.3

I pace my steps through those familiar dark wood doors to Mr.Styles office. He doesn't turn his head to even see of he is correct to who he believed was here, "Lana" he half demands. I take that as a signal to take a seat in the large leather chair placed just in front of his matching dark wooden desk.

He sits down himself, to join my height although he dominates mine with his length either way. "Mr.Styles, thank you for having me again" i professionally greet back. He nods in acceptance. I sit awkwardly waiting for him to start off.

"Tell me, why do you want this spot as a designer?" He queers. I rethink each possible answer before i pick what stood out in my mind. "I have professional and self taught experience with design, i would like to carry my experience into different areas of design, more advanced and challenging" i answer back. It sounds so typical, like everyone would say that. But it's true and really come to think of it, there is no other reason for me to be here..

He seems satisfied though, which surprises me after hearing about his harsh treatment to others.

"And you choose design, you know being an assistant gets you there too, i mean everyone chose that as it brings you straight to the top already. Wouldn't you want that?" He starts. I almost scoff at those "cheaters" who uses a wealthy boss to reach their own fame.

"No, i mean i have nothing against the job, Sir. But i would like to climb my own way to the top" i answer as politely as possible. He nods once before moving his position closer to myself, as if he is trying to read the answer in my eyes not my words. "You are a very beautiful girl, Lana. I wasn't mistaken there in the last interview" he seems to think a bit before continuing, "you could, with some work, be one of our chart high models?"

I don't think he understand, modelling just isn't my thing. Yes i want fame and the glory to have my name on a brand and so on, but becoming a model isn't even a choice. I mean look at me! I can't even walk straight.

"I believe design would be more appropriate towards my talents, i have no talent towards the modelling area" i inform. Well i guess if he so badly wanted me to have the job i may as well tell him now?

"Yes, if that is what you are comfortable with, darling" he agrees. He turns around towards some files, standing in to his full height as he walks to his desk, making me feel weak. 'If you remain with what comforts you, you won't be going far' i hear him talk back under his breath, expecting me not to hear.

"Excuse me?!" I hiss. His eyes burn into mine. I guess questioning him of his actions isn't in my place. I take his expression to mind and shut my mouth instantly, something i don't do normally.

"Now here's a sheet or two explaining our rules, agree with it? Sign. If not i'll ask you to leave, and rather you not return here again." He demands. My jaw drops mentally. Never come back?!

I take a long hard look at these "rules" which all seem rather decent. My eyes scan over the first few and further down the list.
My eyes stop at number 36 - 'your actions are ruled by H.Styles'

"Wh- what's this supposed to mean?" I ask in half shock and confusion. Does this mean just at work, which i agree to, or my own personal life?!

"Lana, this means you belong to me." He stubbornly answers. I belong to Mr.Styles?! My finger traces over the H. In his name.. His first name. "What's your first name, Mr.Styles?" I ask brightly.

"It's Harry" he beams, i can't help but notice his pearly white smile and perfectly carved dimple in his cheeks. Oh my god, am i checking out my fucking boss? Well i guess it's not too bad, he's 23 and i'm uh... 19

23 and running a business? Family business i guess..

"Nice name" i compliment, but i know calling him by that name isn't my place, it's 'Mr.Styles' for me.

He smiles and gives a short wink. "Do you agree Lana" he speaks. My mind traces back to rule 36. It can't be too bad, i guess. I mean he seems at least half sane and i can deal with that. "Pen?" I request. He harshly hands me a pen, which i mindlessly sign my name with.

"Okay, you start tomorrow, work everyday 7:45am" he demands.

I nod as i stand to my feet, still not even close to reaching his dominate height. I grab my bag and keys before walking through the flattering doors, the flattering doors that for the first time, i know i will be coming back through again.

This is the beginning of all.

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-"if you plant a tree in the dark, it won't grow to it's fullest"

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Short chapter but it's a lead up srry i'll update tomorrow :-)
OOOO NICE QUOTE :)
it's sorta related to the thing Mr.Styles said in this chapter so i decided to put it in lol.

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