Angel Face

Chapter Five

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12th January 2014

Harry.

"I'm in deep, deep trouble." I sigh brushing my hands over my face as I slump in a chair next to Niall.

"What have you done now?" He laughs looking at his phone.

I watch as Liam and Louis record, Zayn no where to be seen as it's his birthday. We were supposed to be going round later for drinks but he hasn't Messaged us yet.

"I've met someone,"

Niall looks up at me. "What? Aren't you with Sadie-"

"No," I shake my head. "She's just.. she's just sex."

"Who's this new girl then?"

"She's called Harper,"

"And.."

"I like her,"

"How long have you known her?"

"A week, maybe."

"And you like her already?"

"It's not so much that it's just, she's so.. sweet and I can't stop thinking about her."

"So dump Sadie, simple." He shrugs.

"It's not as simple as that Niall,"

"Why?"

"She has a daughter,"

He looks up at me from his phone. "Wait, how old is this girl?"

I shrug. "20, 21 I guess,"

"Great the girl you like you don't even know how old she is,"

"I just.. I like her Niall."

"You do know if management find out-"

"I know," I close my eyes. "I can't just leave Sadie either,"

He frowns. "Why not?"

"Girls like her.. she'll mess with me, sell stories, air dirty laundry. I need to go about this as best as I can."

"So you're going to keep sleeping with Sadie even though you want to be with Harper?"

I sigh watching Louis and Liam leave the booth. "Yeah,"

He shakes his head, locking his phone and throwing it down. "You're no angel Mr Styles,"

. . .

Harper.

It had been a boring day in the boutique, although we'd had plenty of customers, I found myself looking for things to do.

"Hi there, can I help?" I smile at the blonde as she searches the rails. Her Chanel sunglasses held in one hand, a brand new iphone in another. I could smell Burberry and wouldn't be surprised if her jacket was Lanvin or Balmain even.

"No, I'm capable to look alone," she bit back.

I nod turning to walk away.

"Actually.."

I turn back to face her, her red lips pouted, eyeliner so thick her eyes were like buttons.

"My boyfriend bought me some jumpers from here last week, I'm really into them so I just want some similar."

I nod. "Jumpers are this way,"

She follows me and I show her my favourite ones, this is the custom that we're trained to do.

"You see, my boyfriend has great taste so, I want to..y'know keep up with that,"

I nod. "I'll let you have a look around then,"

Around twenty minutes later, she had finally picked out two jumpers she liked, bringing them over to the cash register.

"Find what you were looking for?"

She nods as I scan and bag each jumper.

"Do you dress people for events?"

"Yes, we do. We have exclusive care that means you would be provided with a full outfit and jewellery if need be."

She raises an eyebrow. "Really?"

I nod.

"You see, my boyfriend is quite y'know, famous.."

I inwardly roll my eyes.

"...And he's going to the Brits next month and I want to look good for it because y'know, I can't be his girlfriend and look disgusting."

I smile and bite my lip from saying a rude comment. "Well I don't cover the personal assisting section, Gina does so if you call us or come back Thursday, Friday or Saturday.. she could help you."

"Brilliant,"

I hand her her bag as her phone begins to ring. She instantly answers, a smile on her face. "I've just bought a new jumper, and- what? You're cancelling tomorrow night? What do you mean? Where are you going? Why? Do you have to?.." She walks out the boutique and I sigh with relief.

. . .

Just as my shift was ending in walked a very flustered Harry.

"You alright?" I laugh buttoning up my coat.

"Yeah, yeah, uh I wanted to ask you what you're doing tomorrow night?"

"Um.. I'll be at home with Sienna.."

"Well, want to hang out? I can bring food?"

"Sure? I mean we aren't doing anything interesting.."

He shrugs. "Fine by me,"

I smile. "Great,"

"Are you going home now?"

I grab my bag. "Yeah.."

"Cool, I'll drop you home."

"You don't have to-"

"Come on," He smiles. "Follow me."