Styles Inc.

I met someone.
He made me feel something. He made me feel my feelings. He wanted to show me the true meaning of love feelings. But he was a player. Could I trust him? Am I willing to trust him? What if I'm too late to tell him that I care?

Read to find out Emma Warren's and Harry Styles' story of how they built up a wall of trust, loyalty, love, lust, passion and so on....


11. Chapter Eleven


Emma's P.O.V.

The next morning I woke up before my alarm. But who am I kidding? I hardly slept at all. I wondered if the girls already called Harry up and told him they're over him and leaving him.

I took a deep breath in and walked to the bathroom, did my thing, and walked out to get changed and down the stairs to a waiting Lily.

"You better tell me what kept you out so late last night," she said.

"It was nothing. I just want some alone time," I lied.

She shrugged and pointed to the food on the table.

"I just need to get dressed and I'm ready to roll," she said.

"Take your time," I said, putting cream cheese on a bagel.

My phone buzzed, and I nearly had a heart attack. But I calmed down once I realized it was from Sophie.


"Meet me in the breakfast room, once you get here. I need to talk to you."


I frowned. Wonder what that's all about. What if Harry fired me? Would Sophie know before I did?

I finished my bagel and gulped down the orange juice, just as Lily walked downstairs in a professional business suit.

"Nice suit," I said.

"Thank you ma'am, shall we go to work now?," she asked.

"Yes, but don't forget your interview isn't until one today," I said.

"Yes ma'am," she said.

"Okay stop with the ma'am," I said.

"Okay you idiot," she said. I laughed a bit.

We got in my car and headed towards the busy city.

Once we got there, I showed Lily my own private parking place and told her to park there once she gets back from "exploring the roads" nearby.

I walked into the building, with Sam, as usual, opening the door for me. I went up to the offices and noticed right away that Lily was missing, so I walked to the breakfast room.

She wasn't here, so I checked the private room and she quickly pulled me in.

"What's going on Soph?," I asked.

She sniffled. I quickly turned on the lights, to find a red faced, crying Lily.

"Lily what on earth is going on?," I asked hugging her.

"It-t-ts....Mr. St-tyles....Harry....he....he....."

"Fired you?," I asked.

"NO! He raped me Em. He raped me," she whispered.

"WHAT THE HELL? When!?," I asked.

"Yest-terday. He asked me to come over to his place, to discuss "business matters" but....he took me to his room and locked the door and he....raped me," she said.

"Fuck that man! This is getting way out of hand....Is he in his office right now?," I asked, getting angry.

"Yes. But oh please, don't tell him that I told you!," she cried.

"Sorry Sophie, but he needs to learn a lesson once and for all," I said, fixing my hair.

"He'll fire me! And how will I get another job quickly???? Em, I need the money in order to help my mom and seven siblings!," she said.

"I know Soph, I'll make sure you don't get fired," I said.

"SOPHIE!?," I heard Harry yell.

"Stay in here and lock the door behind me," I said.

She nodded trembling.

I walked out to find Harry in Sophie's original place, looking through her papers.

"Mr. Womanizer, can we talk? In private?," I asked.

"Emma! You're half an hour earlier! I told you to-"

"Office. Now," I said and walked into his office.

He exhaled loudly, and followed, closing the door behind him.

"What the hell is this suppose to mean!? You come home, and decide to fuck our secretary?," I asked.

"Little bitch whined about it to you?," he asked.

I slapped him across his face.

"Don't you DARE call her that, you fucking dickhead," I said.

"LISTEN! I have the RIGHT to do whatever I please! That bitch found my notebook, called up my girlfriend, told her a bunch of shit which made my girlfriend break up with me! SHE WENT THROUGH MY STUFF, DO YOU HEAR ME?," Harry yelled.

I was taken aback, because I've never seen him like this.

"You mean your three girlfriends?," I asked.
He looked me right in the eye.

"What are you talking about?," he asked.

"Stacy, Jessica....does it ring a bell?," I asked.

"How do you know this?," he asked.

I threw the paper that I ripped out of his notebook at him.

"Because it was me you idiot. I called them and I told them about it," I said.

Harry stood there speechless.

"You're a complete asshole Harry. And to think that I was almost on that list of yours....fuck you Harry," I said, and walked out, grabbing my bag, and going over to Sophie.

"C'mon lets go downstairs and talk," I said, taking her hand.

We took the elevator together and went to the conference room, where I got Sophie back together, telling her the whole truth and telling her that this had nothing to do with her, and she won't get fired.
In the corner of my eyes I saw Harry walk out the front doors, saying something to Sam, who nodded and opened the doors for him.

"Wait here," I said to Sophie, walking out of the room and towards Sam.

"Miss?," he asked once he noticed me.

"Hi, where did Mr. Styles go?," I asked.

"He said he has some business matters to take care of and that you're in charge now," he answered me.

"Oh, well thank you," I said, and went back into the conference room.

"Guess I'm in charge now," I said.

Sophie looked at me, asking me what should she do.

"Let's go back up, and I'll see what Harry left me," I said.

Once we got back up to our floor, I immediately saw a rose on Sophie's desk, with an apology card, which made Sophie tear up. I smiled a bit and went to my office, where he left a card for me.


Now you do know the truth about me. But I never wanted you to know it. I wanted them, those girls, gone out of my life before you knew about them. Why? This is why:...When we were in Miami and I saw you with Liam, I got jealous, and I realized that I've never felt that way before. Also, being in Miami made me think over, actually you made me think over, who I really am. Yes, I had three girlfriends in one time. No, I never wanted that to happen. It happened too fast. The fame, the money, the power I had. Too fast. Girls were always wanting to hook up with me. They worshiped me....I liked it...until you opened up my eyes, after you made that phone call to your mom. 'What is a feeling? How do you feel a feeling?'  I asked myself, have I ever felt true love? Did I feel it when I was with Hayley, Stacy, or Jessica? No. I felt it when I met you. My heart leaped when you first walked into my office. I wanted to know every last detail about you. I wanted to be with you as much as possible. Being able to hear your voice in your office every day, was like a gift for me. Maybe I did try to force you into loving me, when I kissed you for the first time....I wanted you to be mine so much that day, and until this day I long for that. Being in Miami with you was something different. You weren't like ANY girl I've ever met. A different girl would have sex right then and there with me, you pushed me away. And I started to think....why are you like this? Why can't you be like all the others? And that's when I realized that you are special. Like no other. I could have ten to millions of girls, but all I want now is you. When you said, back in Miami, that you had feelings for me, I thought my heart would explode with happiness. I couldn't believe my ears, that you actually said those one ever mentioned having "feelings" for me, only you. You showed me what a true feeling feels like. What a true feeling of being in love feels like. I'd like to thank you for calling those girls, I could never done that on my own, now I know that. But I also know that you'll never take me seriously. I'll be gone on a business trip to Europe for three months, I need to think it over more. I leave you in charge. Lily is hired already, just go through the basics with her. Sophie, well I'll take care of that, you'll probably know. I leave this company in your hands, because I trust you Emma. I've never ever said this to anyone before....but....I love you Em.
Harry Edward Styles.


I dropped the note to the floor. Did I take him seriously? Could I after what he's done? Why did I suddenly feels so empty inside, when now I know he'll be gone for three whole months? Will I miss him? Did I miss him right now?

Should I call him? (Okay, call me The Question Women, I think that name suits me.)

I picked up my phone and called Harry, but he didn't pick up. I sighed, just as Sophie walked in.

"Miss Warren? Miss Lily is here," she said.

"Thank you Sophie, let her in,"  I said.

Lily came in confused a bit.

"Listen, a lot of crap has been going on between me and Harry. Things got mixed up, and now he's leaving for a business trip to Europe, to think things over and well take care of business there. I was left in charge so that means I will show you around and stuff," I said.

"Wait, what happened?," Lily asked.

"Well read this," I said, giving her the paper.

She took it and ate the words with her eyes.

"Holy shit! He....loves you!," she said.

"Yeah right. This is so complicated Lil," I said, sitting down at my desk and putting my head in my hands.

"I think you should go after him," she said.

"No, I'm not doing that. Besides, he left me in charge here so I NEED to stay," I said.

"Whatever you want to do," Lily shrugged.

"Shall we go over the basics?," I asked her.

She nodded.



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After teaching Lily what she had to do, I showed her, her smaller then mine, office, which was located on the floor right below Harrys and mine.

"It sucks that I can't be with you on one floor," Lily said, sticking out her bottom lip.

"Yeah, well press pound and one on the phone, and we can chat all you like," I said.

She laughed.

"Well I need to get back to my own work," I said.

"Yes ma'am," she said.

I rolled my eyes and left, going back to my office and sitting down, thinking. Maybe Lily was right, I should go after him and ask him to stay a bit longer so we can talk this out, instead of him "running away" from it and me.

But how? How do I know where he is now? He's not answering his phone or anything....

I found my phone under my papers and found Hayleys number.

"Hello...Emma?," she asked.

"Yes it's me. Hayley, I'd want to ask you know Harry's address? You see I have a problem, that has to do with work, and Harry's leaving for Europe soon, and he's not answering his phone, so I'd like to-"

"You don't need to explain yourself Emma, I'll text you his address," she said.

"Thank you," I said.

"Yep, bye," she said, and hung up.

I waited for a while and soon enough I got her message. I grabbed my purse and went to the elevator.

"Sophie, I'll be back in an hour or two, okay?," I told her.

"Yes ma'am," she said.

I got in the elevator and texted Lily what I was doing. She responded "Yay for you! #TeamHarryAndEm!" I rolled my eyes. If anyone has the best humor here it's her.

I got in my car and got my GPS out, and gassed off to his house.

I pulled up to a huge residence, that made me gasp. I should of expected his house to look like this.

One of the two men from the gate walked up to my car.

"Can I help you miss?," he asked.

"Yes, I'm Emma Warren, Mr. Styles' manager for his company, and I'm here in regards to business matters," I said.

"Oh, I'm very sorry miss, but Mr. Styles just left for the airport," he said.

"Oh. Do you know which airport?," I asked.

"Probably the one in New York," he said.

"Right. I should of known that. Well thank you sir," I said.

"Not a problem miss, take care," he said.

I pulled out of the driveway and gassed off the New Yorks International Airport.

How the hell am I gonna find Harry there? Only God knows.




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"Excuse me, has Mr. Styles booked a flight here?," I asked the women by the ticket booth.

"Yes, just not too long ago. Flight 1A, Europe, leaving in fifteen minutes," she said.

"Which way is it to the....the......the...plane exit?," I asked, in loss of words.

"Take the escalator up and go left, through the glass tunnel and then take another left and there should be the security, but I doubt they'll let you through," she said.

"Is there ANY way I can get through," I said.

She looked around to see if no one was watching.

"Here show them this, it'll help you get through easily," she said, giving me, what looked like a police thingy or whatsoever.

"Thank you so much!,"  I said, taking it and running to the escalator.

Once I got to the security, I saw a curly headed man on the other side of that room, through the glass window, in line already, boarding the plane.

"Shit," I mumbled, trying to get through the pack of people in front of me.

"Ma'am, just where do you think you're going?," one security guy asked.

"Does this tell you anything?," I asked, holding up the thing the women gave me.

"Oh sorry, go on through," he said.

Before I got through the doors, I saw Harry give his plane ticket to the women by the plane entrance. 

"HARRY!," I yelled.

He didn't hear me, because there was a lot of noise in the room.

"HARRY! HARRY!," I yelled.

He turned around, looking at who was calling him, but the women said something to him and he turned back around and made his way into the plane tunnel.

"HARRRRYYYY!," I shrieked.

I ran to the tunnel, but the women quickly shut the door.

"Ticket please," she said.

I showed her the thing I had from the other women.

"Sorry, ma'am, but even if you are the police, you need a ticket to get should know that," she said.

"Please....this is an emergency," I said.

"Ma'am I can't let you through. If you were wearing your uniform, then maybe I would be able to. Airport rules," she said.

"Fuck," I whispered, going to the window and slumping down on the chair.

I teared up. I didn't want him to leave. I wanted so bad to hug him and tell him that I still had feelings for him, although they were quite mixed up. I wanted him to kiss me like he did the first time, I wanted him to push me up against the wall, and tell me I'm all his.

I cried, and nothing could stop me now.

"Ma'am are you alright?," a blonde man, with an Irish accent asked me.

"No. Nothing is alright," I said, looking at him through my tears.

He sat down next to me.

"It's okay...don't'll all get better," he said.

I hugged this stranger, and cried my eyes out. What have I done? I made Harry leave all the way to Europe! What if he doesn't come back in three months? What if he meets someone new there? 

I saw in the corner of my eye, his plane start moving and soon it was on the runway and up in the sky. 

Well that was it. I couldn't do anything now. 

I let go of the stranger, who brushed my hair out of my face.

"Are you alright? Can I help you with anything?," he asked.

"Got a cure for a broken heart?," I asked.

"Oh that's what's going on....your boyfriend was on that plane?," he asked.

"Not really my boyfriend...more like a friend....a really close one..," I said.

The stranger nodded.

"Where's he headed for?"

"Europe. Where exactly...I don't know,"  I sighed, drying my tears.

"I'm sorry. But you must always think positive thoughts. He'll come back, don't worry."

"I'm afraid that might not happen. It's too complicated....also, I think I need to get going now. Thank you...for uh, being a shoulder to cry on?," I said, shyly.

"Not a problem. I'm Niall, by the way," he said.

"Emma," I said, taking his hand and shaking it.

"Nice to meet you Emma," he smiled.

I blushed a bit, realizing he was cute, like really cute.

"Um....where are you headed for?," I asked.

"Ireland, my home," he said.

"Oh...nice,"  I said.

"I don't think you know me enough....I'm quite a popular singer you know. Niall Horan's my full name," he said.

"Niall Horan?," I asked.

He nodded.

"Oh gosh, my roommate Lily is a huge fan. And yes, I remember listening to "This Town"...that's your song right?," I asked.

"Yes, do you like it?," he asked.

"I do! It's really soothing and relaxing, the type of music I really like,"  I said.

"I'm glad to hear that. Do you want me to sign anything for your friend maybe?," he asked.

"Um..sure!," I said, looking into my purse and finding a notepad and pen.

"Lily right?," he asked.

I nodded.

"Here you go," he said, smiling.

I looked at his small note.

"For Lily and Emma. Niall Horan."

And underneath that was his number.

I looked up at him and he winked.

"Flight 7G, Ireland," the women said through the speakers.

"That's ma flight. It was really nice to meet you Emma," he said, kissing my hand.

"It was a pleasure meeting you too Niall," I said, blushing.

He smiled and took his backpack on his shoulder and left to go to the plane tunnel.

I sighed and slowly made my way back. Guess it'll have to be a wait and see thing. Maybe Harry will call me.....or maybe not. Perhaps I should give him what he wants...time to think it over. 


All I know, is that I'll be awaiting his return eagerly. 


I think I really do have feelings for him. I think I finally feel the feelings in me.









Oh gosh....what's gonna happppeeennnnn???

Haha, Helllloooooo peeeeooooppplllleeeeeee. Excuse me, but I'm on drugsssss. LOL. No not those kinds of drugs, drugs to get better you know. I'm sicky sick bleh. Anyways, it gives me more time to write n stuff. I hope you all enjoyed the update. I'll keep this short....


Shout-out to @Hate_Love! Love you girl!!!! Oh and I love your username!


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