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"May I come in Alana ?"

I stood there trying to wrap my head around the fact that he was standing in front of me. But, why?

"Yeah, of course." I moved to the side for him to come in. He walked in and stood next to the kitchen table. I closed the door. "Could you give me a sec? I gotta grab something." I said.

I went to the bathroom to turn off the water and grab my towel. I came back to the kitchen where Harry was now sitting on the stool. He made cargo shorts and a plain white T-shirt look so sexy. I could see the outline of his muscles through the shirt. I couldn't help but bite down on my lower lip.

"Is everything ok?" I asked. He shook his head in what looked to be disbelief.

"Alana, are you alright? are you hurt?" he asked with such a sweet voice. I glanced down to my legs and fists.

"Nah, I'm alright. Nothing a shower and bandaid won't fix" I sighed. Great he must think I'm a complete psycho. Punching guys and cussing them out. I'm pretty sure whatever interest there was...was gone. He stood up and walked to me.

"May I see your hand?" Harry looked down at my left hand. "You split open your knuckle. Alana, this will take more then a bandaid." He looked angry.

"I'm sorry I'm confused. Are you mad at me or something? I asked. His eyes widened.

"Why and how could I ever be mad at you." He paused. "Alana, I'm angry because of what that idiot did. He should have never touched you." He shot. I looked down at my hand and I had to admit it looked pretty bad.

"Well it was worth it. Some guys just can't take no for an answer." I said.

"Be that as it may, we need to fix your hand." He pulled out his cell phone and started talking to someone about coming up to the room. He hung up and grabbed my hand. "I have someone coming up to take care of this ok?".

"No, it's fine. Really. I was just going to take a shower and clean it off. I swear I'm ok." I told him.

"Please Alana it's the least I could do." The least he could do? He had no obligations to me.

"Harry I appreciate the gesture but-"

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Harry stood up to answer the door. A gentleman in a very sharp suit was there. Harry had a few words with him then he came in, sitting down right beside me.

"Your hand ma'am?" the man asked. I looked at Harry and he nodded to give him my hand. I gave it to the gentleman. He examined my hand and opened the bag that he brought in. He pulled out some liquid and gauze along with a needle and surgical thread.

"Wait! what are you doing?" I asked.

"Ma'am please it won't hurt much just a pinch. It will be over soon." the man said. Harry watched every single move the man made. This man must be a private doctor or something. But how could someone Harry's age afford a private doctor? I glanced at Harry. I know I've seen him before but where?

"Ouch!" I shut my eyes closed. The man started the stitches.

"My apologies ma'am." he kept sewing. "All done. You only needed 3 stitches."

"Oh...thank you. Uhm what do I owe you?" I asked.

"Nothing." Harry spoke. He nodded to the gentleman and walked to the door. The man followed him. A few words were exchanged and then the man said "My pleasure Mr. Styles". Then it hit me.

Harry Styles. Harry fuckin Styles! He owns half of the strip along with 2 different airlines. I remembered seeing him on the cover of magazines. GQ, People, Forbes. A prestigious business man and a notorious ladies man. Great. Just great.

"Are you hungry?" he asked as if nothing just happened.

"You're Harry Styles?!"

"Yes."

"The same Harry Styles that owns most of the strip." I asked He sighed.

"Yes. Now will you answer my question?" What was his question? I had so many of my own I wanted to ask him. Like why? why did he fix my hand. He really didn't have to. It's not like he caused it or anything. I must have looked like an idiot just staring at him. But he was gorgeous. His eyes. I couldn't look away.

"Alana?" his voice lowered.

"Yeah? oh! uhm. Sorry what was your question?" I fumbled with my words. He smiled.

"Are you hungry? we can go get something to eat if you like. Or I could have it brought here." How could I eat when I just got stitches? let alone Harry Styles was right in front of me. He brought his private doctor to my room. To fix my hand. My head was racing about everything except for food. Shit I realized I was still in the bikini. I must look like a desperate groupie or something.

"Alana?" he said. "You need to eat something. You've had a lot to drink, put something in your stomach."

"Sure. I actually want to shower first. If that's ok." I said.

"Not a problem at all. I'll have the food brought up to my room upstairs. What would you like?"

"Wait, upstairs ? but this is the penthouse. There's nothing above here." I questioned. He grinned.

"It's my hotel Alana." Duh Alana, I thought to myself. "Now what would you like to eat?" he asked.

"A salad is fine. I'm not picky." I said.
"Alright I'll be back in a half an hour, is that enough time?" he asked. I really just wanted him to stay but I didn't want to come off as 'easy'.

"Yes that's fine." He smiled and headed towards the door. His smile was perfect. Pearly white teeth. And his dimples. God this man was a vision. "Thank you again Mr. Styles." I said.

"Please Alana, call me Harry." he said with a stern tone. Then closed the door. I stood and walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Did this really just happen? I met one of the most influential men in the world? I'm staying in his hotel. He brought in a doctor for me. Oh my God. This man did something to me. Just a glance from him and my heart races. My body aches for him. But he's a player. He doesn't have relationships. He doesn't have time to keep up with dating someone. Am I really thinking of a relationship when I just met the guy? I tossed the idea out of my head. Maybe a hot shower will calm me down and get my head straight. I stood under the hot water letting it's steam relax my muscles. After a good 10 minutes I got out. Brushed my teeth because I don't want to smell like alcohol. Feeling refreshed but still a bit sore. Looking through my suitcase for something to wear. Casual of course. Oh it's just a lunch date. No. Not a date. He just wanted to make sure I got something to eat. Maybe he felt bad for me. I don't know.

"You overthink everything" I told myself. Whatever. I pulled out a maxi skirt with slits on both sides that went up my thighs and paired it with a grey crop top. Makeup? maybe just a little. I pulled my hair to the side to put it in a fishtail braid. Slipped on my sandals and took a final look in the mirror. Maybe a little bit of jewelry. Diamond studs and my silver Michael Kors watch. Ok. Casual. Not too much not too little. The room phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Alana? are you ready for lunch?" his voice was low.

"Uh yes. I'm coming up right now." I said biting my lower lip. His voice excited every inch of me.

"Brian is waiting for you outside your room. He'll escort you up."

"Oh. Ok. See you soon." I said. I grabbed my purse and opened the door.

"Miss Alana, follow me please." The very tall and husky looking man said. I followed him into the elevator and he slipped a black card into a slot. There were no more buttons to press but I guess the card allowed access to the very top. The elevator doors opened and led down a hallway to a door. Brian slipped the card in again and opened the doors.

My eyes lit up, the room was beautiful in a dark sense. Black, grays, and reds were basically the colors of the room. It was furnished expertly. Not your typical man cave. I walked further into the room. It was huge, the floor plan was pretty open. I walked over to the windows, the view was amazing.

"Alana" His voice had made it's way to my memory. I turned to find him. He must have showered too by the change of clothes and the freshly washed hair that wasn't completely dry. Dark grey jeans a white button down shirt and black boots. Of course his shirt is not completely buttoned, he must want me to lose my damn mind.

"You look beautiful. Please, have a seat."

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