Run(a)Way S.T

“Ellie! He’ll be here any moment!” Lila gushes in excitement. If she had the chance she would probably be jumping up and down, but the front doors just opened and well dressed suited men walk through, followed by him- the reason for Lila’s over the top enthusiasm.
“He’s here!” She whispers in owe, squeezing my arm. I roll my eyes and turn back to my computer, as he and his escorts pass our studio doors to the main office.
Truth is if I would admit this myself, this is a big thing- him being here. He hasn’t been in the country for years, travelling the world, and conquering every major city and label. Every label but us. It used to come up every time he would sign with a new company, and every fashion show. So the world is buzzing now with the information of this merge, wanting to get every bit of information they could about it.
After all, our label does belong to his mum.
“Ellie come- let’s go introduce ourselves,” Lila pulls at my arm.
“Lila please- you don’t need me for that and besides- I really need to finish with this Ad- I promised to send it in before 16:30 so it will make it into tomorrow’s paper,” I say, pushing my black framed glasses up my nose.
“It will only take a minute- why be such a party popper?” Lila pouts.
“Lila- it’s not like he just came to sign the contract and he’ll be leaving- he’s going to be here for the next couple of seasons, and photo shoots- and fashion walks,” I remind her.
She sits down at her desk then, getting back to work as well.
The phone rings and I answer.
“In Style, this is Ellie.. Yes, it is almost done, I will be sending it in a few minutes, sure thing- thank you.”
“Was that?-“
“Yes, they are waiting for me to send this ad, they won’t close the paper without it, I reckon they are quite scared of what will happen if they did,” I let out a small snort, making Lila laugh.
I attach the add to the email and send it.
A knock on the door makes us stop and as I take off my glasses before turning to see who it might be, the gasp from Lila’s mouth gives it away. Mrs. Styles and her son.
“Lila, Eleanor, I would like you to meet Harry, I was about to give him a tour, however something has come up- something with the photo shoot down at ‘Style- it’,” She explains. I hear Lila matter ‘shit’ under her breath.
“Lila, I would like you to come and assist me please, Eleanor, if you please could give him a tour of the premises,” She smiles at me. Anne leaves, followed by Lila. Harry’s eyes follow them, with a slight frown, when the door closes after them he turns back to me.
“Eleanor? I’m Harry,” He offers me his hand to shake, a wide white smile painted on his face.
“It’s just Ellie,” I correct him, his mum being the only person besides my own to use my full name.
“What does my mum think about you showing up in black nail polish?” He inspects the nails of the hand he is holding. I pull my hand away and place it behind my back.
“If you may Mr. Styles- I would like to get this over with, I do have a load of work that has to be done before the end of this work day,” I say coldly. I pass him, hoping he’ll be following after me, however, he is stood in his place a smirk on his handsome face, a finger held up to his chin in a inspecting manner.
“I do wonder- you’re not the assistant are you?”
“No- I’m ‘In- Style’s’ Graphic designer,” I cock my eye brow at him.
“I thought the blonde was the designer,” He refers to Lila.
“The blonde is ‘Styles- it’s’ Designer, and her name is Lila” I correct him, the company having another label for its casual and more affordable line.
“You must be very good at what you do,” He adds not budging from his place.
“Excuse me?”
“Well, I know my mum, she likes the control, the chic, all her workers in tailored shirts and pencil skirts, high heels and hair pulled back- preferably in a bun- however you- well for starters, you’re in trousers- they may be black and skinny- but trousers, you are wearing biker boots rather than the heels and your hair is let loose over your over sized jumper and face- is that you trying to hide the fact you have one green eye and the other blue?” He questions. I am gobsmacked at his rudeness and lack of filter to his mouth.
“Well your mum also likes discipline but you seem to be lacking that as well so.. “ I turn, not caring if he is following me now.
“It has a word for it doesn’t it?”
“Indelicacy,” I refer to his bad manners even though I know he is talking about my eyes.
“Heterochromia,” I can hear the smile in his voice. I press my lips together trying my best to keep myself from answering some rude comment.
“Anyway- I think it’s beautiful,” He is in step with me now.
“For your information I don’t follow dress code since I’m in the studio- I’m not the one meeting all the important people,” For some reason I feel the need to give him an explanation.
“If you say so Eleanor,” He says mockingly.
“It’s Ellie,” I snap.
“You’re quite the feisty one,” He lets out a chuckle.
“I wonder, did the other labels finally have enough of your vulgarity that you decided to take your mum up on her offer to work for the family label?”
“They just don’t pay as much as my mum does,” He smirks. I cannot not notice those chiselled cheekbones, one of his most noticed features aside of those dimples and green eyes.
“Well Mr. Styles, this is where ‘In Styles’s’ photo shoots take place, down there is where they do the fitting to the clothes, and you already saw the studio and main office so, if there is anything else? I would like to get back to my own pile of work,” I smile sweetly, catching the glint in his eyes, he knows my smile is fake.
“Very well Miss, but please be sure to be ready for the dinner tonight, it’s at 6 so I’ll have a driver pick you up at 5:30,” He grins in victory.
I’m caught off guard, not sure what he is talking about.
“Don’t look too lost love, you got chosen, congratulations,” The smirk is back to his face.
“W-what?” I stutter, not quite following his new scam.
“You are my new assistant,” His smile widens, and I feel the panic start down in my belly.
“No, I already explained rather simply that I am no assistant, I’m a designer, and I have too much work- I shouldn’t even be wasting my time with this unneeded tour, I’m sure you can find your way back to your mums office, excuse me,” I pass by him and head back to the studio. What a rude conniving git, playing coy. I sit back at my desk and slide my glasses back on. I am still muttering to myself when Lila comes back, her cheeks flushed and her hands fanning her face.
“I don’t know why I get so nerves when I’m with Anne, I mean she is so nice and yet I can’t seem to get my shit together,” She complains taking her seat and turning the chair to face me.
“What happened that you where called down there?” I question turning to look at her.
“Kim didn’t feel comfortable with them taking such close photos since she broke out so I had to assure her if it shows on camera I will be able to air brush it out,” Lila rolls her eyes.
“Those girls can be so dumb,” I let out a chuckle.
“Yep. They. Can. But tell me how was Harry? Is he everything they say he is?” She asks dreamily.
“He is a spoiled brat that’s what he is-“
The phone cuts me off and I glance to see who it is.
“Shit- Anne,” I whisper to Lila before picking up.
“Mrs. Styles,” I greet her as I answer.
“Eleanor, can you please come to my office,” She asks of me.
“She wants to see me, I wonder if her son went crying back to his mummy about his welcome party,” I push out of my chair.
I make it to her office and knock on the closed door. Her assistant- Taylor opens it with a smile and lets me in.
Anne is sat at her desk, with Harry and a suited man sitting in front of her.
“Lovely, please Eleanor join us,” She offers, and Taylor bring a chair, sitting it down next to Harry.
I give her a small smile, thanking her and sit on the edge.
I don’t miss the forever lasting smirk on Harry’s lips, his mum oblivious to it.
“So Eleanor, as you know Harry will be our lead model for the men’s clothing at ‘In Style’ but a last minute request to the contract was put in. Harry would like a personal assistant, someone to accompany him to all the events, and following work, keeping an eye on his schedule and such,” Anne says in her soft voice.
“So? You would like me to find him one?” I question, having a hard time following. He must have been kidding wanting me to assist him, right?
A short snort sounds from Harry, and I turn sharply to glance at him.
“Oh no.. I would like you to fill that position,” Anne smiles.
“I’m sorry- I don’t think I’m following,” I crinkle my forehead. She is not asking of me what I think she is.. right?
“Other than your work here, I would like you to be his assistant, he took a liking to your hard work and trust you’ll be able to do both well, you will get a high raise and will be starting tonight,” She informs me.
“I’m sorry, don’t you think Lila might be better suited for this job?” I try, maybe by some miracle they will let me off the hook and take Lila, she will be thrilled and I will be free of this brat beside me.
“Eleanor, will this be a problem for you?” Harry speaks up, challenging me.
“No- of course not,” I stammer, hating the fact I was put on the spot and hating even more, to be questioned by what I can and cannot do.
“Fantastic, so it’s settled.”
“One more thing, she will need to dress to code mum,” Harry holds up a finger, giving his mum a serious stare.
“That is true, Eleanor, when you’re at the studio you may dress as you please, but escorting Harry requires a different dress code, you shell be wearing a dress and heels, and tame your hair dear, a pretty face as yours should not be covered this way,” Anne tells me.
“I- I, alright,” I give in, feeling too tired to fight this battle.
“Splendid, that will be all then,” She smiles, and I smile back because it’s the right thing to do, even though I feel like crawling up and crying about my bad luck.
“Don’t forget Eleanor- 5:30,” Harry winks at me.
I nod and rush out.
This is every other girl’s dream- so why couldn’t the job go to one of those? Why out of all the people it must be me?
I take a deep breath and enter the studio to face Lila, and tell her about my lucky fait.

Notes

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