"Please forgive me, Maggie." Those words were going through my head at 500 miles per hour, or however the brain works. That's the thing, how does the brain work? How could someone be so evil and revolting. I have never met a man like him, Harry Styles. You know, when you first see Harry he's like a normal 22 year old man working as a boss of a clothing store in Beverly Hills. Now, Harry has made a name of himself as a high end designer and has this perfect image, but does he really? Only the people close to him will know how twisted his brain is, and no one really understands how it works. Hell, sometimes I wish I knew. The first time I met Harry was at New York fashion week, he was backstage talking to Karl discussing about collaborating …show more content…
Now I know you have been eyeing me also. I saw that when you came up to me." "To you? I came to talk to Karl." I hiss "Oh please, I saw you looking at me standing by the table drinking a mojito." "Nice meeting you Styles." I hiss at him one more time and start to walk away until he grabs my wrists and turn me to face him "What do you think you are doing?!" I yell Everyone goes silent staring at me and Harry, everyone is staring at Harrys hand wrapped around my wrist wondering what that's about. He let's go of my arm acting like he is about to announce something. "Yes Maggie, I would be ecstatic to have you model for my new lingerie line." He says while winking and walking away from the scene My mouth drops open, people start whispering, people start clapping, everyone cheers. What did I get myself into. 35 minutes later "What was that about?!" Jack said enraged "How the hell am I supposed to know, he just came up to me!" I hissed "Oh really, because it looked like you had a fun flirting time with him!" Jack hisses right back His veins start showing, his face is getting red, and I can just see that he is ready to punish me. "Jack no, please. I did nothing he just announced it without me