LIGHTHOUSE // a harry styles au

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"Absolutely not," you laughed.

"That's what he told Rick," Renee said. "And Rick said he sounded pretty adamant."

"He can be adamant all he wants, it's not happening."

You were genuinely shocked. The guy barely said anything to you, and when he did speak, he was rude and cold. But now, all of a sudden, he wanted you to be his new realtor? No way, not happening. He could stick his money up his ass for all you cared.

"Was he really that bad that you're going to give up that commission?" Renee asked with a laugh.

"He was a douche. You should have seen him Renee, he had a yellow two seater, it was like the size of a clown car. And he gave no direction while we looked at the house. He said like, three words to me and got annoyed when I tried asking him what he was looking for," you spoke so quickly as you felt your annoyance creeping back in full force just thinking about it. With a deep breath, you continued. "I don't know what his deal is, but I don't have time to try to figure it out."

"Okay, okay," she eased. "I'll tell him you're unavailable."

"Thank you," you breathed.

Once you hung up, you tried getting back into your book, but it was a lost cause. You were too distracted. Why did he want you to be his realtor? It made absolutely no sense to you. It would have been one thing if the two of you hit it off. You could have seen it coming if you got along really well in a way he didn't with Rick. But he seemed to have even more disdain for you then he did for Rick. And if there was any reason he wanted to work with you other than for your capabilities as a realtor, you wanted no parts. You didn't mix business with pleasure.

You leaned back in your chair as the sun set along the tops of the buildings. For as long as you had been at Lighthouse, no one had ever tried to switch realtors half way through their search. There have been instances where they've switched to a different company, for whatever reason, but not to a different realtor within your company. It was odd, to say the least. But then again, everything about your experience with Harry Styles was odd.

You shook your head, getting up from your chair to go inside to make some dinner. You would be lying if you said that was where you left your thoughts. But your mind couldn't help floating back to him. Why? Why did he want you? There was a tiny part of your curiosity that wanted to know. And there was even a little part of you that didn't hate the idea of taking his money. Because eventually, you knew you could find him a house. He would just make you work for it. You had difficult clients in the past - you were sure Harry Styles wasn't someone you couldn't handle.

Maybe if it was a few years ago, you would have liked the challenge. But now, after having the time and knowledge under your belt, you didn't have it in you to work with people that weren't serious. Not when you had plenty of clients who were serious, and wanted to work with you for the right reasons. You valued your time too much. You just... didn't want to try to handle Harry Styles or anything that came along with him.

***

Your walk to the cafe around the corner from your house was chilly, but ridiculously nice. The sun was shining brightly despite the zip of cool air traveling across your exposed neck. But it was the perfect way for you to break up your day and force yourself to take a legitimate break.

You had wrapped up your deal with the Jefferies, selling their condo for, in your opinion, a good deal more than it was worth. And you were on the back end of a few other deals, finalizing inspections and setting up showings. Everything was going really well.

Saint Aymes had some of the best coffee you'd ever had, blowing places like Starbucks out of the water, in your humble opinion. The atmosphere was beautiful - large white doors with gorgeous brickwork above it, a few tables sat out front and huge bunches of lavender lined the perimeter of the large window that gave a full view of the cafe. You couldn't lie that you loved the aesthetic of the place just as much as the coffee and danishes.