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“Miss Sethi! What were you doing?” He asked.
He had been scolding me for a few minutes while I was sitting on the couch – I discovered where I had been sleeping in. I had pleaded Styles to put down since he wanted to bring me to the hospital. He actually thought I had fainted. Understanding I didn’t black out, he had lain me down on the couch. I buried my head into the palms of my hands.
One by one, the scenes of what occurred the past day came across my mind. I had invited that Irish guy in the building and we had been drinking together.
My hands on my lap, I turned to my right, looking for any mark of N-Niall’s passage. The housekeeper - who had been in the room- called Styles when she discovered me, lying in there. The tiny woman in a blue uniform had already begun her usual cleaning.
“Stop that!” I commanded suddenly, making her freeze.
Her hands loosened along her body and her eyes looked down at me. She didn't know what to do anymore.
“Yes, Miss.” She accepted, crossing her arms above her chest.
I was looking at the corner of the room. The bottle of whisky! By the corner of my eye, I saw Styles pacing to the bottle. He picked it up from the tiled floor, his other hand lifted something else up. When he showed me both of his hands, I observed two bottles whisky. His eyebrows furrowed. His head cocked towards one of the bottle.
“So, a great night, right?” He stated, half-smiling half-frowning. I couldn’t fully decode his voice, either. But I could tell it was mixed up with anger.
The housekeeper had her eyes growing bigger. But I didn’t know if it was because of me being drunk or Styles scolding me. I didn't like how Styles disminished my power in front of someone.
“Go out.” I pointed at the door, sighing out in tiredness.
She nodded and soon, the woman disappeared with her cleaning stuff as if she were never in my office.
I hardly got up from the couch, helping me up with my two elbows. Niall left me and I didn’t even know what we had done after my two first glasses. My knees couldn’t support my weight, my head still fuzzy, I had difficult to walk to my desk.
“You’ve drank down two bottles of whisky, Evelyn!” Styles’ voice reminded me still reproaching me, which I faked not to hear. “What’s up with you?”
I continued marching towards the desk. Once I was near the piece of furniture, I leant on it to support me. Damn! My head aches so much! My hair framed my face, tickling the skin. I flipped my hair back, and gave it some order with my fingers.
“Not your problem, Styles.” I whispered, heaving out another sigh.
“What did you do?” he questioned.
His voice was so annoying. The worst was that the loud voice was banging into my head, making me suffer more and more. Soon, my head would be so heavy that it’d fall on the floor.
My desk was a terrible mess, papers were everywhere in the room. I didn’t even remember myself doing this. A bright red paper caught my eyes. It was so visible among the white sheets of paper. I reached for it.
“What’s this?” Styles asked, scanning the sheet of paper.
“Oh shut up mum.” I glared at him.
“I don’t care if you call me mum, or whatever you call me! I don’t recognize you.”
I didn’t listen to him anymore. My eyes scanned the little sheet of paper, it seemed to be ripped from another piece of paper because the border was in zigzags.
I read the few lines written in black ink.
‘Good morning Eve, I had to go, as you said by seven in the morning. You were sleeping and I didn’t want to bother you. It’s been really fun.
PS: Do you still feel lonely?’
The handwriting was a terrible mess, as if it were a hen’s handwriting. No, a hen doesn’t write.
I shook my head off. I was going crazy. I scrutinized the paper, I found a phone number on its back. What did I do last night? What did I tell that stranger? I rubbed my forehead. Quickly, Styles stole the piece of paper from my hands. I tried to get it back but he backed up so I couldn’t get to him.
“You slept here-” he began, looking up to me with horrid eyes. “with someone else? Not Lens?”
His hand covered his mouth – that I guessed – dropped to the tiles.
Somehow, I felt over-happy to see him that way. It was nothing compared to the announcement he made about him dating Angelica. However, I could take it as revenge.
“You drink, you’re unfaithful towards your fiancé… and you are here, without showering and-” he cut himself off and rushed towards me. He scrutinized me from head to toe. “You’re a mess.”
He was actually- - right. I glanced to the glazed-My hair was no more up into a bun, it was scrappily dropped onto my shoulders. I was wearing the same clothes as the last night. The black make-up around my eyes had totally disappeared
“Let’s go.”
He grabbed my hand and his frowned features softened. The next second, he smiled at me. His deep dimples showed off. He was born to make me melt. Every time the same smile appeared on his gorgeous lips, I couldn’t help but wanted to smile back. However, I never let myself do this.
“Where?” I asked, with one eyebrow cocked.
“At your flat. It’s eight in the morning, Barbara and McKenzie aren’t still here so let’s go. You are at the head of the company and you look like nothing. You are actually the model.”
It seemed like I was listening to myself. Styles surely learnt from me.
I giggled. He pulled me by my hand and he dragged me out of the room. He had total control of me, but I let myself be dominated. As we left the long corridor towards the leaders’ area, we stopped in front of the stairs. I had never used the stairs… NEVER. There was a lift, why would I use them? But it seemed like Styles wanted me to run down the stairs to shun other employees.
“I have to talk to Benson about you.” He began to explain. “Just wait in the car. Karl is still in the parking.”
He motioned the stairs for me to go down. I had to accept. I couldn’t think of the mess I was so I willingly nodded and opened the door to the stairs. Basically, the building we were working in was from the 20’s. It was a bank. After the Second Worldwide War, most of the parts of building should’ve been dramatically repaired. It had been gravely damaged by bombs. But no one did repair it, before my mother bought the quarter. The stairs were the only thing that remained strong after the several bombing. Now, the renewed building was totally ours.
I didn’t even notice I was already down the stairs. I had climbed down the stairs so fast that I couldn’t realize my bureau was fifteen stages up.
The stairs led me to a long corridor, if I took the left, I would join the hall with thousands of people. If I took the right, I would be in the back of the building. Just next the parking.
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“So, what happened?” I asked Karl, a few minutes after I regained my normal breathing.
“Nothing really special Miss.” The man stated with a fake smile, in order to relieve me.
“So just tell me.” I replied.
I leant on the back of passengers’ chair. I closed my eyes, my head wasn’t aching like in the beginning. I only had the impression I would throw up but it was just in movies, right? No. Surely not but I’d keep myself from vomiting in the car.
“Harry and I picked Miss Stone at her apartment.” The middle-aged man told me with obvious scepticism. “I drove them to 63 degrees.”
I raised one eyebrow in astonishment. The 63 Degrees? This was the place where Lens brought me for a dinner, it was when we were freshly a couple. This restaurant had one of the most famous French cuisine in Manchester. The price wasn’t for everyone as well. How did Styles-
“And they left by 11:00pm.” Karl continued, breaking my thoughts off.
I motioned for him to continue. I was confused with Styles being suddenly so rich. He might have reserved a table for months before getting one. But he had met Angelica a couple of weeks ago.
“I dropped them at Miss Stone’s apartment.” Karl’s face softened, his frown disappeared, he seemed calmer once he finished this sentence.
“Both?” I asked.
He didn’t do anything else but nodded in approval. I didn’t even take time to think that the door swung open. I spotted a curly-brown-haired man in the entrance.
“Let’s go!”
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A whistle escaped from his pinkish lips once we stepped in my apartment, or more exactly the apartment I shared with my mother. It reminded me of how Niall reacted when he saw my office the last night. They both whistled.
I looked for the coat rack, I seemed a bit lost in my own private space. I hung up my coat to it and let Styles come in. This was the first man to get in this flat. Not even Lens had put his feet in here because he was scared of my mother’s reaction.
The living room was large. The furniture was from India, my mother’s native country (hello to all Indian readers!J). They were made of old wood. The wood was carved and some drawings were inlayed in the thick piece of precious wood.
The room was somewhat dark. The sober-coloured curtains were hiding the sun. The room came off to be sad. This was my mother’s thing and I’d never change it.
Styles was turning around, looking at the whole room.
“It’s beautiful.” His voice exhaled with excitement. His eyes scanned the whole room.
He brushed past me and walked to the table where only two chairs stood: mine and my mother’s.
“Styles. What are you doing?” I asked. His eyes were wandering in the whole room, maybe he was amazed by everything he saw. I didn’t understand why. Apart from the expensive furniture, there weren’t so many interesting things in here.
He turned to me.
“Why do you call me that?” he questioned.
“I call you Styles from the beginning.” I snapped.
Did he forget it already?
A smile appeared on his lips and his gaze was so indescribable. The same mocking look covered his face, however, he showed so much seriousness.
“You called me Harry this morning.” He said.
I shook my head, obviously not understanding what he meant. I had never called him Harry without saying Styles after it.
“Uh, no.” I replied, crossing my arms.
“Yes you called me Harry this morning!” his voice raised in an accusing tone.
I giggled and turned my heels on him. Pacing to the door leading to my room, I heard Styles’ giggles. I turned to him, frowning. His face was disguised in amusement since I saw him. It was funny to see him relax this way.
His mood was surely due to the last night. His lovey dovey thing with AN-GE-LICA… He surely slept over at her flat since Karl left him there.
“You should be drunk more often.” He said, winking at me.
My brain couldn’t keep up with Styles’ change of attitudes. I was in a mood to laugh, to let it out… Just for today.
“No, I won’t call you Harry anymore!” I said.
“Now, go shower.” He ordered, smiling. He leant on the table and darted my gaze. “That’s why we are here, remember?”
I nodded and disappeared in my room. I had to shower fast so that we could go back to work as soon as possible.
I didn’t last in my bedroom. It was nothing interesting. I had a king-sized bed, a dressing table and a dressing room. I wasn’t living there all the time so it didn’t matter. My room was connected to the bathroom. So I just grabbed my towel and my comb. I stepped into the bathroom and the cold engulfed me. The tiles released chill in the whole room.
I quickly removed my clothes and underwear. I turned the shower on and adjusted the heat of the water. I finally marched in and let the warm water hit my bare skin.
Under the shower, I was thinking of everything I did the previous night. I had to call Niall, just to know what I had done and told him. I wasn’t pretty sure of what I could do when I was under the influence of alcohol. I didn’t know if Niall was there to leak information because he acted so suspiciously.
But why did I drunk anyway?
I kept soaping my body while thinking of this. I felt so lonely that night.
It was feeling I already knew from before, but I kept it hidden. All those days at school when I was left alone in the classroom while every girl went home with parents and family.
I re-experienced that feeling when Lens rejected me. Perhaps, it wasn’t only about Lens. Seeing Angelica being so happy dropped a bomb inside of me. She had the strength to get over all the ghosts from the past. Something I couldn’t get over with, without any pills or therapy sessions.
The feeling was almost unbearable. Seeing everyone so happy while you’re craving for a ray of genuine smile.
Maybe that’s why I hated her. She was strong. Much more than I was but I wouldn’t let anyone know.
Another reason was surely because she had Styles. I had to admit that Styles affected my life once he stepped in my office. He treated me in a different way. Maybe the way I deserved. Maybe he wanted some revenge: making me want him and then he suddenly dates my rival. But it sounded too mild.
My mother almost killed his mother. Making my brain go to shreds wouldn’t have the same effect as the pain of having a family member in critic estate.
Anyway, it was written on Styles’ face. He liked Angelica.
I didn’t like or love Styles in any way. I was just growing some liking for him because he actually cared of me. Forever, I would remember his face whilst scolding me for drinking. Even my mother wouldn’t care as long as it didn’t tarnish her fame.
The echo of a broken glass came to my ears. I panicked and turned the shower off. The hot water stopped pouring from the high-placed faucet. I wrapped the white towel around my chest and stormed out of the bathroom and into my bedroom.
I opened the door and discovered Styles, the sun hitting his face.
“WHAT DID YOU DO?” I asked, my voice lost all its calm.
He parted the curtains, brightening the living room. I saw the two rectangular windows letting the sun in.
“I am just making your room funnier. It’s like you were mourning.” He smiled and finished tying up the curtain in one side so that it wouldn’t hide the sun anymore.
“What have you broken?” I asked, looking down next to him.
“Sorry, it was one of your expensive pocket-mirror.” He shrugged off as if it were no big deal.
I rushed to where he was, keeping the towel around my chest. I saw splinter of glass around his feet. Oh my God! This pocket-mirror was my mother’s favourite. I mean, it had an emotional value for her. She said it but she never explained why.
“She will rip me into two!” I exclaimed.
“Don’t worry! You just have to hide it.”
The proposition was so stupid that I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. It wasn’t sure that everyone would laugh but my cheeks blushed roughly and my stomach ached me. I leant on one of the back of couch and continued laughing. Styles grimaced and paced slowly towards me.
“You’re a strange person, Evelyn Sethi.”
I nodded and tried to stop myself.
“It was ugly anyway.” I said. It was Styles’ turn to giggle but my sense of humour wasn’t the best. I never joke so I couldn’t make anyone laugh. “My mother had three like that and she never wanted to throw them.”
He leant on the back of the couch, just next to me and smiled.
“So you live here with your mother.”
I nodded my head in approval.
“Not all the time though! I would be bored to death!”
A frown plastered his face, one eyebrow cocked in surprise. I saw his eyes travel on me from head to toe, lingering on my breasts. Finally his green eyes were darting into mine. Then, I realized I was only in a towel! I felt uncomfortable even though we should’ve done worst than looking at each other… Oh that broom!
“I’ll tell Angelica about this.” I warned.
“She won’t believe you.” He snapped with positive eyes.
“So how was it? I mean the date.”
Why did I ask that? Why? Stupid. I was stupid. I didn’t even want to know, Karl’s version of the story already bored me and I didn’t want to know more.
His eyes glittered at the moment I introduced the conversation.
“It was nice.” He stated a bit confused. Then, he shook his head, making his curls move in every direction. “Angelica is so beautiful and so sweet.”
I smiled, because I was the one who convinced him to take her out. Someone I wouldn’t never compare to.
“And, I don’t know why Evelyn, it’s been two weeks but I think she’s perfect in her way!” His voice got thicker as if wanting to tell more. “She’s gold-hearted and I think if it’s not too much rushing, I’d introduce her to my mother. She’s the kind of person my mother would love in once glance.”
His voice sounded so true that I felt tears filling my eyes. I wasn’t jealous, not at all. But no one would say something like that about me. No one would fall for me like Styles was falling for her. It sounded rushed. Yes, it did. But Styles’ voice was so genuine and I would never get someone to like me as I was.
Who would anyway if it weren’t for merger, money or anything materialistic? I was a fucking bitch trapped in myself. I wasn’t kind, I wasn’t treating anyone as they deserved it and everyone hated me. Even my fiancé hated me. The tears were already rolling down my cheeks, but I didn’t realize.
Not even my mother gave a damn. I had no reason to live but I still lived. My life didn’t make a sense. My goal was being like my mother: rich, famous and untouchable… Also lonely and cold-hearted.
“Evelyn, you’re crying?” Styles’ voice resounded in my head.
“No. There are tears rolling down my fucking cheeks! That’s all!”
He spread his arms open and pulled me into a warm hug. Something I needed more than anything else on Earth. I pressed my head against his chest and let out more tears. And oddly, Styles’ hands patting my back was comforting. For once in my life, I felt better.
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