Daddy Styles | H.S

Chapter 13

Nathalie POV:

I heard a faint knock at the door, it must be Nigel. I sighed, getting up off of the couch, Dorota pushing past me in a rush. I raised my brows, wondering what was going on. Suddenly, Dorota opened the door and Nigel was stood at the other end.

"Hello there Miss Paris! Are you ready?" He asked, chirpiness evident in his voice.

A slight smile appeared on my lips, he was so sweet. "Yeah, I'm ready" I replied, grinning.

I stepped outside, saying goodbye to Dorota and getting into the black limousine, life is good right now. My eyes make contact with the windows and I glance outside, the rain pattered on them, drops of water blocking my view. I fiddle with my hands in my lap, as if they are the most interesting things in the world. This car ride couldn't be anymore boring. I wonder when me and Harry will get together or if we ever will. We have been getting serious lately but I am just not sure if he even wants anything like that with me, I couldn't blame him though, he's always busy with his business. I am soon distracted from my thoughts as the car comes to a sudden halt, I glimpse outside of the window and see he has parked outside my house. That was quick.

I step out of the car eagerly, I thanked Nigel and then walked up my path towards my house. I banged on the door violently, ensuring that my mother would be able to hear me. A few seconds later I hear footsteps and the door unlocking, that must be her. The door opened suddenly, my mom stood there, a smile on her face, although bags rest underneath her eyes. I couldn't help but feel bad for her but she seemed to be really ecstatic about something.

"I have some news! I have been wanting to tell you for a while but I thought I would keep it a secret for a while" She squealed.

I raise my eyebrow in confusion.

"We are going on holiday!" She yells.

"Where to?" I ask, getting excited.

"London!" She screams, joy taking over as she wraps her arms around my tiny waist and hugs me tightly, her embrace so warm and welcoming. I have missed her so much and I cannot wait for us both to let our hair down and relax. I mean, I will miss Harry but I guess it will give me some time away from him, some space. My face softens and a wide cheesy grin is plastered on my face, I let go of her as I squeal in excitement. I have never been to London before so it will be a change to the usual LA setting.

"When do we leave?" I asked, cautiously as I fiddle with my hair.

"I know it's very short notice but we leave tonight" She announced, an awkward smile on her face.

I gave her a slight smile, all I could think about was the fact that I would be leaving Harry so soon. I already have so much work to do for him back at the office, I have no idea how I am going to catch up with everything.

"Well I guess I better start packing" I gushed, as I pushed past her and rushed up the stairs. I had plenty of time til we left but I wanted to see Harry before just so he knows where I am.

I shoved my bedroom door open and delved into my wardrobe, attempting to find my Louis Vuitton suitcase.

Once I had finally found it, I unzipped it and stuffed it with clothes which I was rummaging through for over two hours, I had to find the perfect outfits. I mean, I am sure it won't be as warm as it is here but I want to look good. And no, not for others, for myself.

I left the suitcase sitting on the bed, as I undressed from last night's attire and got in the shower. I was scrubbing for around an hour as I felt extremely dirty from sleeping in my makeup. When I got out I dried my hair instantly and left my face bare, in all honesty I couldn't be bothered with makeup at all, it wasn't something I needed all the time it was just optional. I then stripped from the towel and decided to put on some comfy tight tracksuit leggings and a matching Adidas tracksuit jacket. I looked pretty good but I needed to do something with my hair, it was all over the place, I looked such a mess. I grabbed a hair tie and decided to put it into a messy bun, my long locks now held tightly in a loose bun. I smiled at my reflection and walked down the stairs, my phone in hand.

"Where are you going?" My mother asked.

"Out, to meet Harry to be specific" I answered, sounding a little sarcastic which I immediately regretted.

"Oh okay, make sure you are back on time!" She shouted, but she sounded pretty upset. I needed to hurry up I couldn't waste any time, I needed to see him.

I took my moms car to the Styles building and parked outside, I got out instantly and rushed inside. Everyone stared at me, probably shocked by what I was wearing but I really didn't care, I just wanted to see Harry.

I knocked on his office door and got no answer, strange. He's always here. Then I opened the door to reveal nothing but an empty room.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the receptionist.

"Hey, do you know where Mr Styles is?" I asked, politely.

"He has gone on a business trip, I am so sorry" She replied, an apologetic smile plastered on her lips.

I thanked her and rushed back to the car, I pulled out my phone and tried to call him, but there was no answer, typical. Why did I even bother? Why didn't he tell me that he was leaving?

I sighed and shoved my phone back in my pocket then started the car, the hum of the engine sounded in my ears, it started to irritate me so I put on the radio. My favorite song "work from home" was on, I jammed to it until I finally pulled up outside my house. I glanced at the clock in my car which read 4:20 pm, I couldn't help but giggle as I thought about the whole 4/20 weed day. I had never tried weed but I definitely would try it and I would at some point. My hand made contact with the door handle as I opened the car door and let my feet drop onto the floor. I felt a little upset because he had just left without no goodbye. He left so abruptly when he could've simply told me this morning. Ugh why is he so confusing?

I look down at my hands and sigh as I shut the car door and lock it. As I am sauntering towards my house, my phone buzzes in my pocket. This better be him.

My hand eagerly reaches into my pocket, my eyes glue to the screen instantly. My heart shatters as I see that the text is from my best friend Savannah and she doesn't seem happy with me at all. She basically just sent me a massive paragraph as to how she feels and that she feels as if I am pushing her out. She feels as if she has nobody. How could my day get any worse?

I knew that I couldn't go and see Savannah in person because I had to leave for my flight soon, regret was building in the pit of my stomach, I needed to fix this. I plunged through my pocket and picked out my phone, dialling her number. No answer. What is with people today? Ugh I guess it will have to wait for when I get back home.