The Encounter |H.S|

21

I lay down in the hotel bed with a huff. This was the most frustrating flight in my life, believe it or not, but being stuck in a plane with a certain lady named Charlotte surely isn't the most pleasing experience.

I'm just glad that I have a room of my own, I need to be by myself at the moment but at the same time I don't want to be alone, as weird as that may sound. 

It is exactly ten in the morning and all I want to do is sleep and wake up in a week, but life isn't honestly planning that for me.

A knock on my door is heard and I mentally groan before getting up and adjusting my clothes, walking towards the door and opening it, widening my eyes at the sight of Meghan in front of me. "You look awful."

"You would too if you had to spend two hours and a half trapped in a plane with Harry and Charlotte." I argue with crossed arms, stepping aside so that she can come inside.

She sits down in the bed and looks around the spacious room before looking at me with an amused smirk on her lips. "What's so bad about being with Harry either way? I thought you liked it." She wiggles her eyebrows up and down and I roll my eyes with a shake of my head.

I'm an adult woman, I'm not going to get all flustered about it.

"That's not funny at all." I state while crossing my arms, standing in front of her and trying my best to keep a straight face.

"You're literally blushing."

"Jesus Christ, shut up!" I groan, hearing her laughter before she lays down on the bed and looks up at the ceiling.

"I've lost Niall by the way, he was with me a few minutes ago and then just kind of disappeared." She explains quietly before sighing.

"Please do not fall asleep in my bed, besides–"

I'm interrupted yet again by a knock on the door and I once again stride towards it. Why is it that everyone is deciding to knock on my door when I'm trying to clear my mind?

I sigh at the sight of Harry standing in front of me, wearing a white dress shirt and light blue pants, carrying a suit jacket of the very same colour, which made me feel slightly underdressed.

"We're going for a meeting, are you ready?" He asks, eyebrows pulled low and looking down at me with an intimidating gaze. I look up at him with a frown, keeping my hand on the door handle for self comfort.

Even though he was acting quite endearingly in the plane, the way he is looking at me right now told me that he is not up for any of that right now which is something I am unfortunately used to, his mood swings are way worse than Hazel's.

"Sure, let me just fix something and I'll be right out." I close the door before he can say something, glancing over at Meghan as she looks at me with raised eyebrows causing me to wave her off.

I fix my hair quickly and tie it up in a ponytail before grabbing my jacket, glancing at myself in the mirror and forgetting about the whole underdressed feeling. I am wearing dark green pants with a black long-sleeved shirt and my jacket is the same colour as my pants, which quite reminded me of Harry's suit.

One might say that suits weren't made for women but they do fit us pretty well, which makes that statement a lie.

Meghan gets up from my bed and opens the door, finding Harry still standing in the same spot and looking down at the floor with a constant frown on his face.

I wave Meghan goodbye and she walks away from us, which leaves me and Harry by ourselves. He glances over at me and extends his arm for me to take and I frown at it before slowly and reluctantly linking my arm with his.

"So, a meeting?"

"A very urgent one, I am here to interview a very known model and he wants to cancel it, says he doesn't want to model for my company anymore." He briefly explains while we walk outside, a black car at the entrance already waiting for us.

He opens the door for me and waits until I'm sitting before getting in as well. The car starts moving and the silence between us grows.

I honestly thought that Charlotte was going to come along with us, no she does not work for Harry but she is always quite following him in some way, which reminds me of the fact that I haven't seen or heard her in a while.

Maybe she went away… fortunately she did.

I glance around the spacious limousine with curiosity growing within me. "Who's this well known model you were speaking about?"

"Zayn Malik, I'm sure you know him."

I widen my eyes before staring at him with parted lips while he looks at me with cold eyes but slightly raised eyebrows. "Are you kidding?! He's like the epitome of perfection."

"And that is why I can't lose him, I need him to model for my company, to represent my business, to be the face of the firm." He runs his hand through his curls stressfully, and I chuckle at his desperation.

Wow, I sound like a sociopath.

"I'm sure he'll accept working for you, just try to be a little… nicer." I mumble, hearing him scoff at my statement while faintly shaking his head.

"I was hoping you'd help me relax." He states with a smirk and I instinctively roll my eyes before crossing my arms.

"Go fuck yourself." I blurt out, widening my eyes at my own words before staring at him with raised eyebrows but to my surprise, he merely laughs quietly.

"Understandable," He declares, coughing awkwardly right after which is quite weird since Harry isn't someone who usually feels awkward, "you don't think you've made a mistake for taking me back, do you?"

"I actually do," I speak too quickly, wanting to shoot myself for being so eager to reply, "but like, it's just weird and odd because I hated you, and it feels wrong to suddenly feel completely different about you."

He nods, looking away from me with furrowed eyebrows and I bit my lower lip nervously before kissing the corner of his lips. "You don't have to comfort me."

I frown at his cold tone before pinching his arm, causing him to glare at me. "Don't speak to me like that, I'm trying to help." I cross my arms over my chest and watch as he lets out a sigh.

"If you're trying to help, at least do it correctly." I wanted to say something snarky to him but he doesn't let me, crashing his lips against mine roughly and his hands gripping my hips softly, an oddly adequate contrast that makes me close my eyes immediately.

One of his hands moves up to grip my hair and I take the chance to rest my hands on his shoulders, he licks my upper lip while attempting to pull me closer to him and I grant him access almost too quickly. 

My hands move from his shoulders to his hair, tugging at it eagerly which causes a low groan to be heard from him. "Do that again." He orders in between the kiss and I gladly do as told and in a swift move, he unbuckles my seatbelt and grabs my thighs, pulling me up to sit on his lap.

It feels wrong to do this, but at the same time it feels so right. It is so contradictory, but I can't control myself now that we started and I'm sure that he can't as well.

I let out a quiet moan when Harry bites down on my lip, my hands travelling down and gripping his arms while Harry keeps a hand behind my neck. I thanked God that the divider between us and the driver is closed, or else this would be much weirder.

The car suddenly stops and we pull away from each other, his cheeks are flushed and I'm sure mine are too and his hair is completely messy, but once again, mine is probably chaotic as well. 

 I awkwardly pat his chest with a faint smile before opening the door and getting out of the car. Another awkward moment for an awkward life.

Here it is! I hope you're enjoying the story!♡ also, the picture on the media is Harry's suit throughout the chapter because it's one of my favs uwu