He left his pineapple socks.
She didn't know the reason he took them off in the morning, but she knew they were his. Aaron pleaded to keep them, but she knew they had to be returned.
She didn't want to go there, but on the other hand, she knew that she will never forgive herself if she didn't find out what he needs and what makes him so bitter.

She entered the enormous building and immediately found a reception. The size of the room was making her dizzy. You could look up a gallery of many floors filled with offices and conference rooms. It was big and full of light, everyone she saw in the building was dressed in formal clothing and looked so busy and professional.
There was many people sitting on chairs, waiting for a bussiness session. She probably looked funny walking there, dressed in casual dungarees and a guitar case in her hand.

"Hello." She smiled at the receptionist. " Hello, how may I help you?" She smiled back.
"I need to talk to mister Styles please."
"Oh" the receptionist looked surprised.
"Then please wait in the anteroom or at the café until your appointment time." She smiled.
"No, I don't have an appointment, I need him just for a minute."
"But mister Styles is very busy, you need to be a relative or have an appointment to talk to him." The receptionist explaned.
"Oh, well crap I'm not a relative." Eva laughed. The lady looked confused.
"God, sorry for swearing. Um....can you please tell him I need him just for a minute?" She said again.
"Wait I'll call Anna, his secretary." The lady sighed and went to a door behind her.

Eva nodded and looked around while waiting for the secretary.
"Hello miss, how may I help you." There in front of her stood a beautiful young, tall woman. Her blond hair was pulled back to an updo.  She had perfect makeup on, a perfect formal outfit and a professional stiff smile was on her face.

"Hello, hi....I'm Eva and I'm here to talk to mister Styles" Eva didn't know why, but all of this made her nervous. She just wanted to give Harry his socks.
"Sorry miss, mister Styles is busy, may I take a message?" The woman smiled.
"No, I really need to talk to him myslef. It will be quick I promise." Argued Eva.
"Miss I'm telling you. Mister Styles is very busy, he doesn't have time to talk to just ANYONE. That's what I'm here for, now MAY I take a message."
Eva could clearly hear the annoyance in the secretary's voice.
"Please, I'm not leaving until I talk to him " Eva pleaded.
"Damn it woman." The secretary whispered and picked up a telephone that was on the desk.
"Sir, there is a LADY here saying se NEEDS to talk to you" She said to the phone and she pronounced the words lady and needs with so much arrogance Eva had to raise her brows.

"No I told her sir. I'm sorry she won't listen. Should I call the security?

Oh..okay.
Come with me." The secretary said rudely.
"Okay, thank you." Eva smiled, picked up her guitar and followed the woman into the elevator. She seemed very mad so It was a bit awkward even tho Eva tried to smile at her.
"Here, the first door to the left." Said the woman when they've reached the third floor.
As soon as Eva stepped out and turned to thank the woman, the lift was closed.

The hall was completely silent so it was a little bit intimidating that Eva's footsteps were the only noise lingering through it.
Second door to the left. Harry E. Styles office was written on them. That must be it. She knocked two times and than went in.

Hi. I don't know why, but I just wrote another chapter. I have tests tomorrow and I'm tired, but whatever . Yay.
Sorry for any mistakes.
Love xx