Styles Games {h.s} |Editing soon|

Chapter Twelve

The "friendship" was out. I was staring at my computer screen at work of a picture of me leaving Harry's house. He was behind me in nothing but grey sweats that hung low around his waist. His hand was on the small of my back and I was carrying out my jacket.

He lent me one of his shirts and some pjs that I had to roll up a couple times just to keep them from falling off. He insisted, said it was too uncomfortable to wear what was left of my lingerie back and it was cold. I didn't argue.

We looked so happy. I was happy, I'm sure he was too. We had done it twice before I left. Once in the bed and once in the shower. We made arrangements that this week I'll attend a charity ball with him in California. I was leaving Friday night. He was making a big donation to their local school and needed to attend for other reasoning's as well.

I notice all the comments. They were mostly the same. I felt for harry.. How ridiculous is it to have grown adults comment about you constantly?

"It won't last"

"He'll have another one next week"

"Elena did a double on him"

"Wish I was the one leaving"

I was already caught up on work and didn't mind scrolling through some of them. My blood boiled with frustration. I didn't do very much during the beginning of the week, people did a lot for me though. I was the brains and the representative for star fashion. I owned it and people worked under me and the business name. I work a lot, but I'm not overloaded with it. I managed to get it all done last night anyways, the few things I had to do.

I couldn't sleep after leaving Harry's house Sunday morning. I was tired and slightly sore and planned on catching up on sleep but just couldn't.

"Let's get started. What color?" I see my best friend through my computer screen. She was sitting at her home office, holding up colors. She was a model. She traveled a lot. She was stunning and knew great fashion. This was her field. I didn't do glamorous dressing. I might be the head of fashion but it doesn't mean I'm good at it.

We have different our own strong fields and mine were skirts.

I guess it is good that I'm just the owner.

"I was thinking maybe champagne?" She nods her head.

"I like it! We can sparkle and show some skin.. definitely show some skin." She holds up a sparkly dress that was gorgeous to give me ideas to help with my shopping trip.

"I'm going to look around for the twinkle dust sparkle. I think that one is my favorite. It shines more."

"Make sure to get a mermaid style or have an open back! How are you styling your hair? I love it by the way. You're a gorgeous girl!" I shake my head.

"Can't do too much. This is a charity, I want to be classy but also stand out. That is what I'm using the sparkles for. I'm thinking of a classy Cinderella style... I'm sure I'll be around for a couple more and plus that holiday party I'm having. You can meet him then." I threw the best halloween parties.

I try to remind her that these types of things were formal with mostly uptight people.

I hated them actually.

I hated sitting around and hearing people complain about money.

"Girl you're lucky! I've seen pics of him. He is smokin! If only looks were everything.

"But they aren't. He is the full package. He is funny and very respectful of all my sexual needs." I smirk.

I'll show off Harry as much as I could, especially with my best friend.

"Look at you glowing again at just the sound of his name. You're blushing! I can't wait another month to meet him." She complains.

"Being an adult sucks!" She nods.

"I'll check out some dresses and send you some pictures Saturday night before leaving to go. I'm thinking of doing a Smokey eye but maybe that's too much?" Her opinions meant the most to be.

"No. Absolutely do a smokey eye! Rock those blue eyes and have bomb ass sex in a secret library like they do in movies." She hangs up as I get up to walk around the cubes.

"Miss Storm" Abigail greets me. She was fiercely gorgeous. Blonde hair and green eyes. I envied her face fitting nose and perfectly arched eyebrows. She could at any moment become a model and I would understand completely if she left. She came up with very cute designs and she sits down with models who want custom items. This job is complicated and not everybody understands my type of business and how things are run.

Each company works differently.

I smile before heading around the corner and she follows.

"Is there something you want to ask? I don't bite." I insisted.

"I saw the gossipblog site today. I wanted to warn you about Harry." I stop dead in my tracks. I wasn't uncomfortable talking about my sex life necassiarly but maybe to one of my workers.

"We are just friends." I tried to assure her but the look on her face was devastating and I could tell she didn't believe me.

"I made the mistake of seeing him just shortly after his engagement got called off. It was a two week hookup type of thing. He didn't even bother wanting anything serious. He just plays games with girls. I know that anybody who spends time with him can't help but fall." I try to relax. I know the rules and if I fall, it is on me.

I agree so badly that everybody falls for him.

He was a rare gem. If you tossed it out in the ocean and it washed on shore, you'd know which one it was. It stood out and was the prettiest. You couldn't pass it up nor would you want too.

I can tell myself daily that it is just a fling but it still wouldn't make it hurt any less when he stops contacting me. He will stop reaching out and that will be that. I'll be just like Abigail. I'll talk about him with love and fear. Love that it was nice and he was charming and fear that we'll never meet someone like him again.

"Are you seeing him again? I'm surprised you even went to his place. The times we hooked up it was in a hotel. I had every intention of wanting something but nope. He shoved me away. He has done it to a lot of people around me unfortunately."

"I'm flying out to California this weekend for a charity ball with him." Her jaw drops.

"How many times have you seen each other?" I applaud the force of bravery in her voice. It came out broken though.

"It doesn't matter Abigail. We are just friends." She wasn't buying it still.

"Friends don't come out of friends houses with how you did. I just want to look out for you. I can assure you, whatever is going on, don't get attached because it won't last long." I wanted to ask her so many things. Did he send you notes, gifts, and did he even offer to her for a no strings attached type of thing but stopped myself. I just walked away letting doubts take over me.

"She is just jealous he wouldn't bang her for the 3rd week" Jonah catches me off guard.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that." I hated that she approached me out in the opening.

"She is just bitter. I heard her talking about him last week. She still isn't over him and is clearly jealous he found himself a lady." I couldn't help but smile at his words.

Jonah was new. His spiked pink hair was the perfect shade and his fashion was out of this world. He has a different view of fashion and he owns his shit. I adored him from the moment he walked in looking for a job. I hired him on the spot.

"Thank you Jonah! Your words mean alot to me, truly." I leave with a large smile before going back to my desk to see a text from harry on my phone.

"I'm bored and horny.. Call me?"