Summary:
You are Harry's plus one on a party you don't even know.
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"Come on, it's going to be a lot of fun, I promise."
"I'm not sure, Harry... You know I'm not a party person."
"Please, Y/n, just this once; I'll own you big time if you'll just be my plus one."
You sigh as you recall your and Harry's chat, which leads you to look at your dress on your bed.
I'm not sure I want to go...
But Harry is a friend of mine.
Nobody would be harmed by just one party.
So you said fuck it and began preparing for the party. It is now 5:30 p.m., the party will begin at 7 p.m., and Harry will pick you up at 6:40 p.m. You know it will take a long time to prepare, so you should get started immediately.
At 6:35, you finished your hair and makeup and put on your dress and shoes. You looked in the mirror and did several poses.
"Eh. Good enough."
After a few moments. There was a knock at your door. You hastily grab your purse, making sure you have everything you need before unlocking the front door.
Harry stood there, staring at you, as you showed up.
"You look.... beautiful," he manages to say, and you laugh.
"It's just me after the shower, so come on, let's go to this party."
And you two headed to the party. You two were now facing the entrance of a large building. The lights are going down, and there are a lot of individuals dressed up in their nicest gowns and tuxedos. As soon as you two stepped inside, Harry was hailed by his unknown buddies. You felt his hand on your waist but didn't think much of it as you smiled and waved back.
You have no idea how many eyes are already trained on you.
Lionel walks downstairs while speaking with one of his company's shareholders.
"I told you, Mr. Shabandar, it's either 20% or 30% or they're not going to take it."
"I'm sure they're just bluffing," Lionel huffs as he downs his glass of champagne, "they'll take it even if I said 10%."
"Sir, I doubt that–"
As soon as he saw you enter the room. Everything else vanished. You certainly stand out from the crowd. Your clothing embraces your curves nicely, highlighting your grin, which appears innocent and radiant.
Then he noticed Harry's hand on your waist.
A rival?
He's not the type to back down from a task.
"–Sir? Sir, can you hear me?"
"I'll talk to you later. This is a party. We're supposed to have fun!" he cheers and goes through the sea of people on a quest to find who you are.
"Stay right here, okay? I'll go get us something to eat," Harry remarked before leaving you on the corner table.
While you're waiting for Harry. Someone took the seat next to you. You turned around and noticed a lovely man. His white and dirty blonde locks, which were nicely slicked back over his head, and his robust yet slightly delicate face structure immediately made you weak at the knees.
Overall, a lovely man has chosen to sit next to you. Out of all people.
"Good evening," he greeted, his voice making your stomach quiver. "How is a beautiful lady like you sitting here all alone?"
You take a peek around and see that Harry has been gone for a while.
"Well, I was with someone, but he left to get something to eat, Though he's been gone for a while," you said.
An Angel's voice. Lionel pondered. I'm curious what other sounds she can make.
"Oh, where have my manners gone?" He extended his hands for you to shake, saying, "Lionel, Lionel Shabandar."
You just grin at him as you shake his hand and say, "Y/f/n."
Lionel looks at you, slightly perplexed. You didn't respond appropriately to his introduction.
Is she unaware of who I am?
Lionel smiles and lifts your hand, kissing the top of it, saying, "A beautiful name for a beautiful lady."
"Thank you. Lionel is a powerful name. It reminds me of-"
"A lion?" he asks, and you nod, "Yeah! Exactly a lion."
Even the corner where you two are is starting to feel a touch crowded. Lionel stood up and extended his hand, saying, "How about I take you to a private location so that we can talk privately?"
You examine his hands and then his eyes. Just chatting, and you haven't talked to someone new in a long time. He appears to be pleasant and flirtatious, but not overbearing.
So you put your hand over his and let him lead you away from the mob.
Harry sighed as he finally managed to flee. He had no intention of becoming engrossed in the gathering of buddies. They took him, and he became engrossed in the discourse. He was reminded of you when he saw another female wearing the same color outfit as you.
As he made his way through the crowd, he frowned as he noticed that the table where he had left you was now empty. As he looked around, he placed the plate of food on the table.
"You looking for the girl?" inquired a woman. Nathalie, the first secretary, was the only one who did not engage Lionel.
Her reasoning?
She's a lesbian queen.
"Yeah! Did you see where she went?" he inquired, concerned that he had gone too far and you had abandoned him.
"Yeah, I saw her. "She then takes some kebab from his plate, saying, "Saw her with the boss. Looks like the lion took his prey away."
Fuck!
I know I should have been more cautious!
"Did you see where they went?" he inquired suddenly, making Nathalie jump.
"Geez fine, though I'm taking this food."
"Yeah, yeah! Now, where-"
"They went upstairs. Probably on the balcony," she replied, "but you should hurry. They went up there 10 minutes ago."
Harry nods and returns to the sea of inebriated and dancing individuals.
When Lionel unlocked the balcony door. Your eyes brightened, and a smile crept across your face as you muttered, "It's beautiful up here.."
The view of the water is simply breathtaking. Even though it is night, the light reflects brilliantly on the sea, and it also reflects on your eyes, which Lionel stares at like a fine masterpiece.
"It's beautiful," he said quietly, not actually talking about the scenery.
You laugh as you ask Lionel, "So, what brings you here to the party?"
Aside from being the one in charge of this and the CEO? He pondered.
"Well, I like to get out of the office now and then. I need some excitement, so a party it is." he explained, flashing his trademark simile.
"I don't think I want some thrill like this. Yeah, a party can be nice, but I'm more into the small details. Like whenever I wake up in the morning, I notice that the sky is in a beautiful blue hue with white clouds on it. The smell of fresh brewed coffee. My cat. Just small things. Because when you learn to appreciate some small things," you smile, "it will mean a lot to you or to someone else."
Lionel couldn't help but glance into your eyes as you spoke. The way it sparkles when you speak from the heart Your body's relaxed and peaceful state You didn't even inquire as to whether he works here. Its... It's refreshing to talk about something other than work or money.
And the fact that you didn't recognize him is a little... He was taken aback.
Perhaps it's for the best.
Lionel then took a step forward and placed his hand over yours on the bars.
"I think I'll start appreciating the small things from now on, and maybe... "He looked at your hand and said, "I can do that by taking you out on a date?"
"You want to take me out? On a date?" you ask, blinking.
He chuckles and nods, "What do you say?"
As he reaches the top of the steps, Harry exhales heavily. He ran to the door leading to the balcony, but before he opened it, he heard:
"I'd love to go out on a date."
His heart fell, and a frown appeared on his face.
Damn, he's too late.