Mr Styles

Chapter 2

"Mr Styles will see you know."

The man said softly. The words rang through my head as I got up out of the chair.

"Go into the lift and press level 50 please."

I tried to open my mouth to say thankyou but my mind wouldn't let me, instead I gave a small nod. I forced my feet to walk into the large lift and I pressed level 50. The doors closed over, sealing me in. Erasing the last chance I had of going back.

The lift started to rise and I felt my heart start to beat faster, my hands became sweaty and clammy as I gripped my folder. I tried to take deep breaths, in, out, in out. But my mind was racing and I couldn't come down. I checked over my appearance one more time as I climbed the floors.

47...48...49...50.

This is it.

With a small ding, the doors slowly slid open.

I stepped out into an extremely large area. This had to have been his office. But it was so huge it couldn't have been. Like the reception area, the entire room was completely white, except for splashes of black here and there. His desk was bigger than any desk I had ever seen, it was covered with papers and he had an Apple computer, white of course, sitting in the middle.

It looked like a living room as well. To the left of the desk there was a big couch and a coffee table. There was a plasma TV on the wall and comfortable looking seats around the couch.

To the right side of the desk was a table. Covered in folders like mine. Probably containing the details of all the companies he managed.

The room was a large rectangle and three of the sides were walls but the side facing out, the side that was behind the desk, was all glass. Fifty stories above ground looking down into New York.

His desk chair was swivelled backwards, to face this large window.

He was in an all black suit, with a black shirt and a black tie. The contrast was breathtaking. An almost entirely white room with Harry Styles in the middle, dressed in all black.

Still awkwardly standing at the door I gave a small cough to signal that I had arrived.

He spun around in his chair and faced me. He looked even better in person, his beauty was completely breathtaking.

His deep brown hair was perfectly styled up above his forehead and his dark emerald eyes showed no sign of warmth or happiness. His jawline was perfect and as he sat there he looked more and more like some greek god.

His raked up and down my body, probably judging me in many ways. He gave a small grin, then quickly stopped.

"You're late Mr. Tomlinson, it is 4:02. Didn't I tell you not to waste a minute of my time. I have much more important things to do that sit here with you." He said rudely. Cleary Mr. Styles had been used to being the most important person in the room for years. He held himself with such importance, such confidence, that immediately made you terrified of him.

He gestured to the couch on the left side of the desk, "Sit, Mr. Tomlinson and lets get this over with. I have important business to attend to today."

I nodded, still completely terrified. He got up out of the chair and strode over to the couch. He glanced at his watch, a large silver watch, which was no doubt an extremely expensive one. He was so good looking. I found myself imagining what he would look like without that black suit on.

"Mr. Tomlinson you have already wasted five minutes of my time by standing there like a complete fool. I would like to have this done before the end of the year, but at the rate you're going I estimate that I'll still be waiting for you to move by 2020." He said loudly, with a roll of those green eyes.