h.s. I sat down, crossing my legs daintily as my gaze reaches the man sitting in front of me. "You clean up well." he speaks, his voice deep and raspy. "Thank you, Sir." I say crossing my wrists, leaning forward slightly. He pick ups his lit cigarette, bringing it to his lips and taking a long drag. The smoke loosely falls from his lips and surrounds his emotionless face. The silence lingers as he sets the cigarette down. "So you think you can work for me?" he says, a smirk hanging on his lips. I straighten my back, breathing out. I smirk back. "I know I can work for you, Mr. Styles." I say, causing a grin to spread across his face. "Then, welcome to hell, Darling." He says, putting his cigarette out. And that, my dear readers, was the biggest mistake of my life.