Serenity [h.s]

Ease

-You could still be, what you want to, What you said you were,when I met you.

Summer Lowal

Monday

I had to wake up early this morning so I could attend Styles company to start the painting. He's been contacting me all weekend and 1, who the fuck gave him my number, 2, I'm going to kill whoever it was.

I'm sure it was Niall. I'm positive.

I had to stuff all the painting beer in my tiny, tiny car and make sure things didn't break on the way there. When I got to the huge building that had Edwards incorporated written across the very top, I had this feeling things were going to be awkward as hell and possibly me lashing out onto the man. But hey, it's his fault he got himself into this mess.

I park my car and take my things out, a bag full of my paints and brushes and the canvas under my arm. As I approach the inside, I see Niall leaning against the wall, taking a smoke. Once he sees me he grins and flicks it to the floor.

"Hello, Mar, you doing okay?" I nodded as he took the canvas from my hand, both of us walking in, and into the lift.

"So you gave in huh?" I turn to him to see the classic smirk across his pale skin, blue eyes playful. I nudge his stomach with my elbow and he lets out this small 'ow' but I scowl.

"I didn't give in, he just kept nagging and nagging, I had to say yes to shut him the fuck up."

Five more floors, fuck this building is huge.

Niall snorted and gazed at me. "You gave in,"

" Sarebbe il culo irlandese 'zitto?" (Would your Irish ass shut the fuck up?)

I sent glares to Ni, and he gave me a look. "I'm not Italian if you didn't forget, Summer,"

"I know," I turn to the door and grin, as it opens, I follow out and Niall stays behind me. The lady at the desk eyes me weirdly, probably from the last time I stormed out, Niall leaning one of his elbows on the desk.

"G'morning, Sandra, Miss. Lowal has an appointment with Mr. Styles. And from this day on as well so be sure to let her in everyday, a'right?" She sends him a warm smile.

"Of course, Mr. Horan, I'll just tell Mr. Styles you're here," And so, she picks up the phone and mumbles a few words into the speaker and then tells us to go in.

Christ here we fucking go.

Niall walks in first and then I follow him suit, the first thing that comes to my eye sight, is a dressed up Harold, his hair slicked back jawline defined as he turns to Niall, grinning widely, his dimples deepening. He then turns to me, and sort of stares.

I chuckle. "Take a picture it last longer,"

"Summer," Niall hisses and Styles just continues to stare at me with a smirk. He brushes Niall off.

"It's alright, mate, could you leave us for now?" Niall clears his throat and I break our gaze and turn to the Irish man. I send him a warm smile, nodding my head.

"See you later, Ni," he gives my shoulder a squeeze and leaves the office, both me and Satan's helper by ourselves.

As I set the things on the floor, he stands up and approaches me. And may I say his height intimidated me but I don't show any sign of that.

"Summer," He rasps, sending me a quick smile and a nod. I don't answer but brush past him and sit on the chair.

"So should we get started or..?"