The ride back is silent. I can’t help but stare at Harry’s hands. I’ve always been fascinated with veins and their looks, but Harry’s veins are so mesmerizing. I don’t know what that was back there, but I didn’t want it to end. It felt so right, but I still couldn’t shake the bad vibes I continued to get from Harry. His hand moves from his thigh and presses a button on the stereo. An unfamiliar sound comes out and the music sounds different. He raises the volume and I stare at him.
“What is this?” I ask my curiosity piqued
“The Smiths” Harry replies, his voice monotone.
“Oh” I reply nodding my head then returning my gaze outside the window.
“What kind of music d’you listen to?” He asks running his hand through his curly hair. I turn surprised he asked me something.
“Oh, I’ve always really liked old music.” I tell him. He raises his eyebrows at me.
“Care to elaborate on that?” He asks intrigued.
“Well, like old 60’s music. Otis Redding, The Supremes, The Beatles..y’know?” He nods at me, his fingers pulling at his bottom lip. Why does he always do that?
The conversation ends there and we pull into the driveway of Styles Publishing. Harry parks the car and I gather my books once more in my arms. I open the door and stand up. Harry makes his way around the car and looks at me.
“You can leave those in there.” He says to me. My lips are parted as I take a moment to think.
“That wouldn’t make sense. I’m leaving by a cab.” I explain to him
“Don’t be fucking stupid, Lana. I’ll give you a ride back, dunno why you didn’t just drop them off while we were on campus.”
“You sort of took off in a hurry.” I glare back at him, dropping my books and bag in the car.
“Don’t push me.” He warns his eyes darkening. I roll my eyes at him and begin to walk. He pulls my wrist back and I turn to him.
“Don’t fucking grab me!” I yell trying to yank my arms from his grip.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me.” He whispers at me coldly. I groan lightly and thrash my arms before he lets go. I take a step back from him, trying to catch my breath.
“I’ll do what I want, Harry.” I say walking away once more at a faster pace.
I make it to the door and walk in, composing myself before doing so. Immediately I am greeted by Mr. Styles assistants. One of them asks if I would care for a drink as to which I reply no and the other introduces herself to me as Rachel. Rachel is tall and slender, she has short blonde hair and I’m jealous because she can pull off short hair, unlike me. We shake hands and she smiles brightly, flashing her perfect white teeth. I smile despite the intimidation. Rachel gives me a tour, explaining the basics while we walk and take elevators to different floors. I ask her if there’s certain attire we need to wear and she replies with formal or classy. She had on a patterned black and white dress with white heels. A bit over the top if you ask me, but she looked stunning in it. She leads me down to the second floor and shows me to a door. When she opens the door I turn to her with a quizzical look. She chuckles and says it’s my office. I didn’t realize I was getting an office. My eyes widen in surprise. I step into a small room with a dark red love seat and a desk with a chair on each end. The walls are lined with glass, acting as windows and covering them are ordinary blinds. I smile at how cozy it looks now. I can’t wait to spruce it up with some flowers and pens in a cup. Rachel tells me that Mr. Styles will give me my first assignment soon, I thank her and she leaves smiling at me one last time. I squeal with glee as she shuts the door. Collapsing in my leather desk chair I kick my feet up on the desk. I exhale and reach my phone in my back pocket, only to realize that I left it in Harry’s car. I smack my head and groan. I contemplate getting it when I leave later on, but Mother would kill me if I didn’t text her. I glance up at the clock in my office and it reads ten past 12. I muck up the courage to search for Harry and stand up. I take the elevator down to the first floor and walk over to the receptionist, I recognize her face from the first day I came here.
“Hi, sorry to bother you, but um would you have any idea where Harry is?” I interrupt her from her filing. She looks up from what she’s doing and looks at me, her eyebrows pinched in confusion.
“Mr. Styles’ son?” She asks in clarification. I nod.
“Give me a minute, I’ll ring him right now.” She says picking up the phone. I wait patiently, gazing at the walls.
“Hi, Harry someone’s in the front for you.” She says blushing. I have to resist the urge to gag at whatever they’re conversing about. After a minute, she hangs up the phone and tells me he’ll be down shortly. I thank her and wait in the corner. The elevator dings and out steps Harry. He has his lip between his teeth and I can’t tear my eyes away. He leans over the receptionist’s desk and whispers something in her ear. I roll my eyes and look the other way. Harry turns on his heel and stares at me, slowly walking towards me. I back into the corner more until I’m pressed into the wall. He stops a foot away from me and lets out a breath. The smell of mint wavers about and I resist the urge to close my eyes and lean into his arms. I clear my throat.
“I needed my phone from your car.” I explain.
“I was actually going to go looking for you just now. Care for lunch?” He gives me a half smile.
“Sure.” I agree and follow him out. I glance back at the receptionist and she glares at me as Harry takes my hand in his.
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