Styles Games {h.s} |Editing soon|

Chapter Nineteen

I was frustrated with myself today. My morning started off awful and somehow I ended up at work with two different types of heels on. I didn't get to have my coffee either.

I fell asleep talking to carny on the phone. I didn't get to set an alarm so I had only 5 minutes to get ready.

I hated being in a rush.

I managed to look decent. I did my hair and makeup at my desk a couple minutes ago and found spare matching heels in my office. I had to review some designs today and talk with some stores. I'm allowing a new one to sell my clothes this winter and I had arranged lunch with them next week.

The only thing exciting I had coming up that wasn't business related was my Halloween party.

I still need to ask Harry if he'd like to attend.

Theresa walks through my opened doors in a stunning jumpsuit. I kept it open half of the time, It was much easier than hearing knocks every couple of minutes.

"Please tell me you have something good. Did you hear back from the models? I really need to get a fall photo shoot before November's fashion magazine comes out. If something related to star fashion isn't on the first 10 pages, I'll cry." She pulls out a magazine.

A picture of me and Harry was plastered on the front. It was from the charity ball. It was a picture that I've never seen before, not even Big Big blue posted it on their official page. It had to be taken from someone else. It was slightly blurry.

Indicating the quality had to be from a phone or tablet.

I grabbed it and she stands behind me, looking over my shoulder as I flip through the pages to find the article about Harry and I.

"Someone had to take these pictures and send them in." I groaned. The pictures were of us leaving the library after I teased Harry. You couldn't tell what all went on besides the fact that Harry's hair was slightly messed up.

I stopped him before he ended up fucking me straight through the wall.

I would have had Shakespeare printed on my back.

They managed to capture Harry fixing my dress once more before walking out to the main event. I didn't pay any attention to the people around us in that hallway. Harry didn't know where any rooms were either. He picked the first one he saw.

The pictures were too personal to be shared. They were intended to hurt or burn memories they thought we would eventually regret.

They failed.

I wouldn't regret moments like that with Harry.

"What does it say about you?" I found the column.

"Trouble in paradise for Harry styles as he seems to be having a fling with fashion star owner, Melanie storm. The elite business woman who isn't his usual type. I wonder what he sees in her? Is it the ass or the class? Her mother would be disappointed."

They could have done so much better than that. They didn't have to bring my mother or my ass into it.

I wasn't angry or upset at the photos really, just the thought that someone went that far and for what.. jealousy?

"Paparazzi weren't allowed in. They made sure nobody with cameras were besides the ones working for Big Blue. This was taken by someone at the party and was sent in." I let her read what was written about Harry and I.

"It could be anyone. People would do anything for money. I wouldn't worry about it."

"I wonder if Harry's seen it?" I'm sure it was sent to him somehow. He had to have sources. I did.