Invisible String // H.S.

Chapter 2 - O⃣

Harry Edward Styles

The sky was in a beautiful shade of golden as I drove down to my home after work. It looked as if the sky was on fire. The shades of orange and yellow in the sky make the clouds look like big fluffy balls of orange cotton candy floating around the sky. I rolled down the windows as I tried to get as much fresh air before I locked myself alone in the house. The radio was on and was playing a song that I didn't recognise. The loose curls of my hair are hitting my face indicating that I needed another haircut 

It hasn't been too long since I moved out of New York, I used to fly here every now and then for business purposes but I had finally moved since the death of my step-father who left me his company before he died. For anyone who isn't from my family gets shocked to hear that I took over his company as I'm his stepson. If I'm being completely honest, it hasn't felt that way. He has treated me as his own ever since my actual father left me when I was barely 6. My step father Robin, didn't have any child of his own and even though he and my mother tried but they were not succeeding and had eventually stopped trying.

I remember coming out to NYC when I was younger with him on business trips of this company that he really worked hard for. Seeing him passionate about his work inspired me to become the person who I am today and I'm so happy about it. I wish he could see me right now, mum says he would be very proud of me if he saw me today.

This place has so many memories of me and him, that being one of the reasons why I moved here along with the fact that my mom insisted that I couldn't keep flying back and forth here each time there is a meeting and I had company meetings a lot more often than I had back then. I'm not complaining though, I know that each job comes with each of its pros and cons and I learned it very soon.

I had made friends with the guys I met at the gym and have been going out drinking with them when I'm free but I hate to be that guy and say I miss my hometown but I miss my hometown.

All of my best friends and childhood friends are out there and we used to go golfing and play soccer with them. I had to accept the fact that it's okay and I can make friends but it was hard trusting people when you are the head of a company. People take advantage of you and that always makes me suspicious of new people around me.

I reached my home and parked the car in the garage and went inside my house. It's Friday night so I decided to order some food and finish working on some of the proposals for the new campaign for the new product in our company.

I went inside of the bathroom, turning on the shower and letting the water turn hot while I discarded my clothes into the laundry bin.

I step into the shower, my muscles instantly relaxing under the warm water. The last few weeks have been hectic due to moving to a new country and moving into place by myself. I had help from my mother when I first moved here with the kitchen and some rooms in the house as I wanted the house to feel homey. 

I had an interior designer design the house making the house look modern and simple but it also had a pop of colour here and there. 

My favourite place in this house other than my bedroom is my "music room" as my niece calls it as I have a baby grand piano along with a few guitars that i own and music records and vinyls from the bands and musicians that i listened to growing up. The room has a vintage theme and is very different from the usual vibe I have going in the house. 

I get out of the shower and dry myself off, and was putting on some underwear when I got a call. I go to my nightstand where my phone is placed to see whether who is calling.

 It was Ben, the guy I met at the gym calling.

"Hello?" I answered the phone, hesitantly as it was the first time that he was calling me on a weekday after he took my number to go drinking or to go hangout.

"Hey man! What are you doing this evening? I wanted to invite you to come eat with us tonight. I'm going to be cooking and all the guys would be coming to eat and watch the game after it. Are you up for it?" Ben is a sous chef in one of the biggest restaurants here and cooks excellent food. He always says that cooking is one of the things that he loved to do the most and that is the reason that he became a chef.

" yeah sure.... I just got home, when should I drop by?" I asked him and I got the time and address from him. I decided to go as it would be rude turning someone down especially if they are cooking.

I got dressed up in a black striped pants and a black t-shirt and took a bottle of wine with me before I left the house.

Cheers to a long night of drinking.