Run(a)Way S.T

“Harry- stop it!” I shout, noticing what a scene we are making.
Erik is able to punch Harry back, but he is no match to Harry who has him defeated in no time.
“I better never see you again!” Harry points at him, getting up to his feet, and leaving a bleeding Erik on the ground.
“Come we are going!” Harry pulls my arm. I notice the blood running down the side of his mouth, and I know it will show tomorrow. His mum will have what to say. Great, He gets into a fight under my watch.
“You better put something on that,” I note.
“Can you walk faster?” He snaps.
“You know what- forget it- I’ll take a cab home,” I turn to walk the other way.
I am pulled to a stop, almost falling over.
“You come with me now! I’m taking you home!”
I shut my mouth and do as I’m told. I have never seen someone look so cross. His eyes are black with rage and his fists are clenched tight.
On our way out I grab a beer of one of the tables, ignoring the guy it belongs too.
When we get into Harry’s car I press it to his face making him jump and look at me.
“Hold this until the swelling goes down- you should have put ice on that straight away but this will do,” I hiss, holding the bottle up to Harry’s face. He lets out a curse and moves his face away from me.
“IT’s fucking cold!” He snaps.
“NO shit Sherlock, you wouldn’t need it if you hadn’t started that fight!” I growl at him.
“I was helping you!” He barks
“I didn’t need it- and I wouldn’t have been in that situation if you had taken me straight home,” I point out.
Harry shoots me a dark glance, then he pushes my hand away, throwing the bottle out the window and the car in drive.
“screw you Ellie, next time I’ll leave you to fight of a grown man on your own.”
With that said he starts speeding, making me push back in my seat.
It downs on me then that this pretty face and spoiled thing he has going on is just an act, or at least only one part of him. Harry Styles, the famous model has a dark side, violent, and I don’t know how permanent this side of him is.

“He is completely psycho!” I exclaim as I sit on the sofa with Zoe, tea in our hands.
I told Zoe everything that has happen, and Harry’s crazy mood changes.
“Ellie.. Don’t you think you are a little too hard on him?” Zoe tries.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on my side?” I ask shocked.
“I am- you know I am.. But seriously Ellie- You’re pissed at him for making his mum make you his assistant- and I get it you didn’t sign up to be his babysitter- but he did save you back at the pub and I think you do owe him at least a thank you if not apologizing for yelling at him just before,” Zoe points out.
“But it was all his fault to begin with-“
“Yes, but he did save you- that is a fact... What are you going to do about him?” Zoe questions.
“I don’t knowww.... aech.. His mum is going to be so cross with me, he’s supposed to do a short photo shoot tomorrow- a teaser for the new collection coming out... Shit,” I cover my face with my hands.
“It’ll be alright.. you’ll see.”

When I walk into the office the next day Harry is waiting for me. He has a hat and sunglasses on even though we are in doors.
“Ellie!” He calls, rushing to my side.
“Good morning to you too,” I huff, making my way to the studio.
“Wait! I need you to listen a minute,” He grabs my arm.
I turn to look at him. He has a bruise next to his mouth and I can see some blue and purple next to his eye, where his sunglasses aren’t really covering.
“You look dashing today Styles,” I say. I don’t know what possessed me to reach out and touch the bruise next to his eye, however, Harry recoiling back from my touch makes me snap awake.
“I apologize- I don’t know what came over me,” I gasp.
“It’s fine.. Just slightly sore that’s all.. Anyway.. listen Ellie, about yesterday- I was a dick, you were just trying to help with the cold beer- which by the way helped with the swelling a lot, and I just snapped.. As you probably noticed I have some anger issues..” He trails off.
“It’s fine really.. well not really... But I could have been nicer.. You did save me from that freak, and I am grateful- so thank you,” I say simply.
“No problem.. Know I need to go see my mum, and come up with an explanation for why I look like this,” He points to his face.
“She hasn’t seen you yet?” I ask fear creeping into my heart. What if she’ll find out I was with him? Will she blame me?
“Well.. I should get going..” I say, opening the studio door.
“Yeah.. see you around,” Harry salutes me.
“How was it last night?” Lila gushes as I close the door after me.
“It was... different,” I put my bag down and take the coffee Lila holds out to me.
“Thanks- I really need this,” I say beckoning to the cup.
“I had a feeling you would, you looked so helpless when you left yesterday.. was it as bad as you thought it would be?”
“Well.. no.. not really... but-“
We are interrupted by Mia the makeup artist who storms into the room.
“Gosh you girls have no idea- Did you see Harry’s face?! It’s all black and blue- apparently he got into a fight last night, and now I need to cover it well so it won’t show on camera,” She exclaims.
Lila shoots me a glance, her eyes asking what the hell happened last night.
“Anyway Ellie, Anne wants you to come up to the shooting room, she wants to go over a few things.”
I nod and get up.
“Good luck,” Lila wishes me.
“Does Anne seem upset?” I question Mia in a whisper.
“Annoyed is more like it.. She might be second guessing bringing her son to work for the company,” Mia shrugs.
It seems that Mia did a rather good job with the makeup.
“It’s still slightly swollen, but you can fix it right?” Anne questions when she sees me. She is assessing her son’s face.
“Sure,” I agree. If she is cross with me or Harry she doesn’t show it.
“Also they are having a slight problem with the lighting today, Nick went out to get some new lights but I’m afraid we are already behind on schedule- will you be able to fix that too?” Anne asks.
“It shouldn’t be a problem,” I assure her. I think a smirk was hinting its way on Harry’s face, but Anne turning to glance at him one last time before turning to leave wipes it away.
“Eleanor, I would like you to come with me please- I would like a word,” Anne says. I follow her quietly, ready for a lecture on my performance last night.
She shuts the door to her office, and takes a seat, beckoning me to sit down as well.
“Harry has told me you stopped the fight last night,” She cuts to the chase.
“Well I.. I ummm..” I don’t know what to say to that, I didn’t think that would be the kind of story he would come up with.
“Eleanor, as much as I try and keep Harry’s bad behaviour under rap, it’s no new news he has quite the temper. This is one of the reasons I tried so hard to bring him back to London to work for the company,” She explains.
“I see.. But why are you telling me this?”
“Because, normally Harry doesn’t listen to anyone, he stops fighting when he sees fit to stop.. and at first when he specifically asked for you I was surprised and a little fearful since I was afraid your strong personality will clash, but I am happy to be proven wrong- you managed to shut his wise mouth up, and not many people are able to do that, I would like to offer you more hours, keeping an eye out, making sure he keeps in line, I promise you, you will be benefited for this work,” She clasps her hands together.
“Are you saying you would like me to assist him also on things unrelated to ‘In Style’?” I question.
“Precisely.”
“But- But.. Anne, with all due respect.. I’m a graphic designer- not a babysitter.. I came to work for you because this company pushes me more and more and challenges me workwise, and... As much as you wanting me to help with your son- that is a big compliment, however, he is a grown man and I can’t see how I can help.. Also I cannot do both- How would I have time?”
I know I might be well out of line here, but I cannot under any circumstances spend another day with that spoiled brat of a son.
“Eleanor, I am well aware of your accomplishments inside this company, as I am aware of the firm hand you held Harry last night in. I assure you I will make this worthwhile for you,” She clasps her hands together.
I know for a fact that when Anne says worthwhile it is indeed worth my time, so I wait for her to sound her proposition.
“If you agree to assist my son, you will become head graphic designer of ‘In Style’ herein London, and you will look over the studio in France as well- The work done over there will be approved by you, and you will travel with Harry to photo shoots and over look the work they do, making sure there is no over miss of any sort. I will give you a well earned raise, and you will be let to come in an hour later and leave an hour earlier if you’d like.. how does that sound?”
I run her proposition in my head, thinking if this is worth it. ‘In Style’ is one of the top companies in the world and being the head graphic designer will open so many doors and boost my career.
“If you put this down in writing and sign it you have a deal,” I agree.
“Smart girl you are Eleanor, I am happy this worked out,” Anne smiles.
I walk out and make my way back to the studio.
“SO I see its final missy.”
Harry is leaning against the wall in a fitted suit, a white button down shirt which is half opened, looking dashing than ever.
“What is?” I question, raising my chin, making sure it does not tremble by the sight of him.
“You being my babysitter of course,” His smirk turns into a wide smile and it hits me.
This is all a game to him. A chase, and now that I agreed it is as if I am his property, a soldier in his game.
I have made a deal with the devil and there is no way to back out now.
“That’s right Styles- your babysitter- which is what it is- looking after a baby. I promise you this kid- you will regret the day you asked for me. I am going to make your life a living hell. You will not be partying, drinking, staying out late- you work for this company and this is the last time your face gets marked- especially under my watch. You will keep to your contract now, and stay away from anything that might get you hurt- which means you can say goodbye to those fast cars you own. Your mum will not be helping you out this time,” I keep my eyes levelled with his hopping my glance is ferocious.
“A point well made Eleanor. This is going to be fun,” He rubs his hands together.
“No it won’t.. now you better hurry back to the shooting room and if I hear you gave anyone there a hard time I promise you Harry- I’ll make sure the check you are supposed to be getting will be cut in half.”
I watch the smile on his face fade and then with the flick of my hair I walk away, knowing he bought every piece of my bullshit.

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