MY NAME, IS SIR [HARRY STYLES]

~~09~~

"What about you?" His eyes come back to centre as he redirects his question.

"Umm, I think a ballerina, as every young girl wanted to be. But for as long as I can remember, I wanted to be a photographer"

"Did you ever take dance classes?" He asks, an amused smirk on his face.

"I did" I announce, nodding my head in agreement. "My mother was a dancer, and as soon as I was born I think I was put in ballet slippers before I was even taught to walk. But when I got to aged 14, I just didn't love it like she needed me to. I think that's when we really started seeing different points of view on the world"

He nods his head like he understands. "Do you wish you were closer with your parents?"

I took a moment to think, I never really thought about it to be honest. "I guess so, there are times where I wished they were at certain places, like graduation, but then I remember how far I've gotten without them and I'm okay." I put on a forced smile at the end. Again; not wanting to become the damsel in distress.

"Don't do that, Charlotte" his serious tone catches me slightly off guard.

"What?" I ask in confusion.

"Pretend to be okay. I see right through it, and I don't appreciate being lied to" he seemed mad, but more so hurt and something in me was telling me his statement was coming from a good place, so I just nod my head in agreement.

"Do you have any days off to sight see amongst your business plans?" I decide to change the subject.

"I've already seen it all" I roll my eyes at his statement.

"Of course you have" a slight chuckle leaving my lips.

"You should get some rest, still got a few more hours left" Harry announces as he stands to his feet, buttoning up his suit jacket before heading into the cockpit.

"Can I get you anything Miss Bailey?" Joseph catches my attention from beside me.

"No, Thank-you though, Joseph and please, call me Charlie" I insist. "Miss Bailey sounds like my mother"

" Very well, Charlie" you could hear just how awkward he felt saying it, but I must preferred it that way.

"Say Joseph, maybe you could answer a few questions for me, about Harry?" I pat the seat next to me, inviting him to sit down.

"I don't know how much I'll be able to tell you Charlie, but go ahead" he gives me a friendly smirk before taking a seat.

I exhale a loud breath, prepping my questions, but I really only had one. "Do you know what Harry wants with me on this trip? Like am I expected to follow him around or do I act like I'm not even there? I'm just a little unsure about how he wants me to behave. I know he has business to tend to here so I don't want to get in the way of any of that"

Joseph looks a little amused at my ramble, but places a comforting hand over the top of mine on the armrest between us. "Charlie, darling, I've worked for the Styles family for many years, and no one out side of the work staff or blood line, has stepped foot in this jet. So, if I were you, I would continue doing whatever it is that you have been, because it seems Mr Styles, approves"

I couldn't hide the goosebumps that fled through my veins at acquiring that piece of information. I was the first person to be brought on here, but that still didn't answer my question. I give Joseph a friendly nod and thank him for him advice. He leaves me be at he returns to his job and I find myself reclining the seat and closing my eyes lightly.

It was nice to be aware of my new found information, but it didn't give me any insight to anything else. Perhaps even Joseph was just saying that to make me feel better. Maybe I was just one in a long string of girls to be swept away to a romantic city with him.

But I didn't want to get myself into this overthinking state before the holiday had even begun, for all I know, Harry could be doing exactly as he said and just giving me the transport, everything else in the 10 days would be completely up to me. He had already instructed me previously that he had booked another room at the hotel they were staying in that I was to occupy. But other than that, I was free.

I allow myself to doze off into a gentle slumber. One of those ones where you know your asleep and you can still vaguely hear what's going on around you but your eyes don't respond. It's like your brain and your hearing are working, but the rest of your body has no conscious nature to it.

"Do you really think it was wise bringing her with us?" My ears snag onto an unfamiliar voice.

"Can you lower your voice, we don't know if she is asleep" I recognise that voice, quickly realising that I would recognise that voice anywhere.

"She's been like that for an hour, and I even heard her snore just before, she's asleep"

Were they talking about me?

"Stop stressing alright, it's going to be fine. She wants to explore anyway so she will be well away from the hotel most of the day. We will have plenty of time to get the job done before she suspects anything" Harrys voice assures this unknown man.

"You would want to hope so. Hobs isn't going to let you off if you ruin his plans, Styles. Especially not for some chick" the way in which I was being spoken about by this other guy was making my blood turn cold.

"Watch it" Harry warns and I'm struggling to hide the smirk that wants to creep across my lips at how Harry defended me.

I didn't hear anymore voices after that and apparently I wasn't about to hear anymore. My half conscious slumber seemed to deepen into a more unconscious state. Praying that when I opened my eyes, Italy would be in the outside window.