I've been cooped up in the house for the past few days. I am refusing to go anywhere after that humiliating night and thankfully, Roan hasn't forced me to come to work with him anymore. I see how much it has hurt him, that they tried to make me the main event.

So instead I stay at home, sulking most of the time, watching countless Disney movies because at least during those, I can pretend my prince Charming is still out there. I started my pity tour with watching romcoms, but Roan hid them all after I chucked the remote at the television one too many times and hurling choice words at the male love interests.

I'm trying not to wallow myself in self-pity, but it's hard. My heart is crushed and it's hard to put the pieces back together. I know I've been naive to fall for a grown man, but he's the first guy that has ever seemed remotely interested in me, so I had nothing to compare him too. Except for those romcoms, but I can see how all of those are fake now. Men aren't fairytale characters, they have flaws, many of them and clearly they don't know how to treat a woman.

I'm halfway through Snow White when the bell rings. Surprised I sit up from my laying position on the couch. Watching movies is beter when snuggled up in a blanket if you ask me. I start walking over to the front door, has Roan forgotten his keys or something, no one ever visits us. If that were the case, he would have called out to me by now though, he knows how nervous I get.

It's why I linger in front of the door, instead of opening it, but when the bell rings, I let out an involuntary squeal. Oh no, there goes any attempt of pretending I'm not home.

"Miss Hadley, we know you're home, open the door."

A booming voice leaves no room for debate or further hesitance. I'm sure if I wait any longer, they'll kick down the door!

So I finally oblige to opening the door, finding two vaguely familiar faces. They look almost identical in their suits, sunglasses and short-cropped hair. I frown as I instantly worry about Roan.

"Is Roan alright? Has something happened?"

"Roan is fine, miss, we're here to escort you to Mr. Styles' office."

"Why?" I say, my frown deepening. There's no way I'm going back there, I was already humiliated enough. But these two men are both very bulky, obviously spending a lot of time in the gym and taking additives or something, I could never stand up to them in any way, nor would I ever dare to.

"We were simply told to come get you no matter what, miss Hadley, don't make this harder."

The look on their faces tells me what I have already been fearing.

"Alright.. Let me just get my purse and jacket."

I turn to get both and they follow. Are they that scared I'll make a run for it? Where would I go? Besides, if it's Harry who wants me there, I don't have many options, he'll probably hurt someone if I don't show up, and that person is most likely Roan.

Shrugging on the nearest jacket I can find, I face the bulky men once more and confirm I'm ready.

They nod and take their places in front and behind me, escorting me to a sleek black car, one steps in beside me and the other takes the driver seat.

I start drumming my fingers against my thighs again as soon as I'm seated, I'm worried something is wrong with Roan but they simply aren't telling me yet, or something even worse, although my mind can't grasp anything that seems worse than my brother not being okay. He's all I have, so if he died, or had an accident, I wouldn't know what to do.

All the suspense is driving me insane, so I turn towards the man beside me. He looks every bit as terrifying as all of Harry's employees do, but somehow I gather enough courage to gently tap his arms which are crossed in front of him defensively. Immediately he casts his gaze on me and I'm startled by the sudden move, squishing myself into the car door trying to put as much space between us as is possible in a car.

"Sorry." I squeak.

I hate how insecure I am and am too socially awkward to carry on a normal conversation.

"I only wanted to know what this is all about? Is Roan really okay? You can tell me if he's not, I won't freak out."

I totally will, but they don't need to know that. Big and bulky raises an eyebrow, clearly seeing right through me, which makes me stutter the last part of my sentence.

"Okay I will," I admit, "but please tell me."

"Roan is alright miss, mr. Styles is requesting your presence."

Again, the only question that pops to mind was 'why', but I already know I'm not going to receive an answer to that question, maybe these two don't even know. Finally I realize I'm not going to get any decent answer, so I lean back in my seat, crossing my arms in front of me and letting out an annoyed sigh. This is basically kidnapping!

I continue my huffing until the homes start making room for the taller buildings and skyscrapers, signalling we have entered the inner city and are close to Harry's building.

Soon, my annoyance has to make way for nerves, I feel truly anxious as to why Harry wants to see me when there's nothing wrong with Roan, if there isn't. I'm not interested in anything he has to say really, he has humiliated me enough as is. No one says 'no' to a meeting with Harry though, even I know that, so I really have no choice but to listen.

When we finally arrive in the underground parking lot, both men get out of the car, flanking me as we make our way to the elevators. They hit the button for the highest floor where I know Harry's office is located. I've never been allowed up there, but I've always been curious. Guess I'll finally find out now. 

Both men remain quiet, annoying me beyond measures, I hate silence, I can't stand it, it makes me want to start blabbering on about the most silly things, but right nolw, I can't even think of anything, so I keep my mouth shut, anxiously waiting for the elevator to reach the top floor. 

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