Can you keep a secret?

Once again I was walking up the steps of my father's building. Only this time I was here for my father's party. He likes to invite other possible investors, or business partners to a huge over the top party, that only my father would throw. Me being his only child, it was only natural that I came.
The sound of cars passing, the wind blowing, and the sound of my black stilettos against the concrete was-thankfully-the only noise that could be heard right now. I approached the glass door slowly wanting to put this party off as much as possible. When I made it to the door, I was greeted by the same old boring doorman, with the same old boring greeting.
In the lobby there where a few of my fathers employees that hadn't left yet, probably because of over time. They thankfully payed no attention to me, as I made my way towards the elevator. I would normally take the stairs but I'm not walking up 9 flights of stairs in these damn stilettos.
I pressed the button with a number '9' on it, which was the floor that my father spent most of his nights. It was pretty much like a ballroom except the main room was in a circle and there was only a small dance floor, unlike a ballroom that has a huge dance floor.
The elevator dinged and I stepped into the large room with some employees finishing off the final details off. Like pouring the last glasses of champagne, or putting the last names out. Simple last minute things like that. But the entire room was silver and rose gold. I loved rose gold, I thought it was gorgeous. So if there was anything that I liked about my father's business it would be that the company's colors are rose gold and silver.
I finally started the hunt for my father. He had to be around here somewhere. I walked around searching for him, I looked into every room. 'Where on earth could that old man be?' I thought. Then it hit me. He's still in his office
I huffed and made my way over to the other side of the large room to the elevator. I was about to push the button when the door slid open, I was greeted with a pair of green eyes, and a head of curly hair.
“Hey Synthia.” He sent me a dimpled smile.
“Hello Mr.Styles.” I sent the gesture back.
“Oh this is Candie, she's my date this evening.” He grabbed onto the red-headed girls hip.
I hadn't even noticed she was there, she seems nice, “Nice to meet you Candie, I'm Synthia Hass.” I smiled and held my hand out hoping she would take it.
She scoffed at me and left my hand hanging there. Well so much for nice. I put my hand back down and cleared my throat. 'Well, that was awkward' I thought to myself.
“Synthia your dad wants a word with you.” Harry with his thick British accent told me.
“Oh I was even looking for him, is he in his office?” I asked.
Harry nodded and stepped away from the elevator. Allowing me access to enter. I pressed the down button and waited, eventually the silver doors slid open. I pressed the button with '5' on it to the floor where my father's office was.
“Sythia, by the way, you look very beautiful this evening.” Harry said right before the door closed. Luckily the door closed just in time so Harry didn't see that my cheeks had turned a crimson color.
I appreciate Harry. He's just very kind and welcoming. I just hope that, that girl doesn't make his life a living hell, because she was very rude. Maybe she's just that way to other people I don't know. All I care about is that Harry is happy with her. I shouldn't put my two-sense into a situation that I don't understand fully.
The silver elevator doors slid open and I was once again engulfed in same the strong smell of cologne, and coffee. I made my way over to the glass door with my father's name on it. The glass on the inside was of-course covered in blinds. My father likes in nice and dark in his office when he works.
I slowly brought my hand up to the glass door, and knocked. I heard a faint 'come in' coming from inside the office.
I opened the door and there was my father sitting at his desk, in a black tux. Probably waiting for my arrival. He looked up at me and smiled. He looked exhausted. I felt so bad for him, and the way he slaves away for this business. It's will always amaze me.
“You wished to speak with me?” I took a seat in the white leather chair in front of his desk.
“I have some news, I'm not sure how your going to take it.” He said just above a whisper.
I gave him a confused look, wondering what it could be. I nodded, letting him know to continue.
“Synthia I'm getting married.” He finally said.
I was shocked, my father has never been married before so, it did it shocked me. “To who?” I quietly asked.
“You've never met her before, but don't worry we are moving to L.A, we are opening up another building to grow our business. I just bought the building this morning. So you won't even be bothered by her.” He smiled.
“Who's going to run the headquarters?” I asked.
“You, and I also figured Harry could help you, because he's staying here too. So then Harry with then become your assistant. I'll just get a new assistant in L.A. I think it's finally time for you to take a much larger responsibility. You're turning 18 in a couple days. I know you can handle it. You're a very strong, and smart girl. I trust you my darling.” He smiled at me.
“Dad all I care about is that you're happy. Maybe this way you won't over work yourself, now?” I raised a eyebrow and giggled.
“It will be nicer to have another person to take some of this work off my shoulders. You then get half the pay if you do half the work. You're gonna have to pay your own bills and stuff. Which shouldn't be a problem at all. But, I'm probably stressing you I'm sorry.” He quickly said standing up from his desk. “Come on lets just try to enjoy tonight?” He held his hand out towards me. I gladly took it.
I was still in shock, was I actually going to be taking over half of my fathers company. I'm also happy that he finally found someone -other then me- who can put up with him, and love him. I just hope she's not only just after his money.
We stepped onto the elevator. I pushed the button that we needed. It was silent in the elevator but it was a peaceful silence. I think he's probably happy, I didn't freak out about that huge surprise. I'd much rather take the entire business myself, then to possibly sell it to someone. My dad worked too hard for this, so I'm going to put my all into helping him run this business as much as a 18 year-old girl can.
The doors slid open and I saw Harry and Candie sitting in seats that they where assigned. I let go of my fathers hand as he informed me he had to go to the restroom. I made my way over to the table that Harry was sitting at because I just knew that my father would be sitting at the table that Harry was seated at.
I saw my name was right next to Harry. I smiled at Harry when he got up, pulled out my chair, and he pushed me in as soon as I sat down. I quietly thanked him as he went to go sit back down. Soon my father came back from the restroom.
Shortly after that, guests started arriving. I greeted everyone, as the new co-owner of Hass co. I chatted with the businessman's wives, and I did convince a few of them into investing or partnering with Hass co. I was extremely proud of myself even though they where simply done.
I was also the only on there that was under 21, so I just drank fruit punch from a wine glass. Harry had made fun of me the entire night for drinking fruit punch out of a fancy wine glass. He told me how it did look like red wine but he knew it was fruit punch so it was apparently amusing to him.
Tonight was surprisingly entertaining. People where already starting to leave, including Harry's date, Candie. She left because Harry didn't give her his full on attention and also because he had conversations with women beside her. She then caused a huge scene and stormed off. Me and Harry where assuming she got a cab considering she left, when Harry was her ride.
I sat down next to Harry, while pulling down my navy blue dress a tad, as I felt it rise up when I sat down. I looked at Harry and smiled. He mirrored my actions.
“You know Harry you're a good friend.” I told him putting my hand on his shoulder.
Another song started playing, Ed Sheeran's Thinking out Loud. Harry knew I loved that song, over our weeks of being friends and getting to know each other.
“Miss Hass would you like to dance?” He asked standing up.
I've never been asked to dance before. I shyly nodded.
“I don't know how to dance, though Harry.” I warned him as I stood up and made my way over to the dance floor.
“It's alright just follow my lead okay. It's okay if you mess up, you are not getting graded on your dancing skills.” Harry chuckled.
I nodded as he put my hands on the back of his neck and he rested his hands of my waist. Harry then began to slowly move around the dance floor, weaving through the few couples on the dance floor. I giggled, and muttered a shy 'sorry' as I stepped on Harry's foot. He was unfazed though, he just chuckled. As he chuckled I felt his entire body vibrate underneath my touch.
We slowly got closer and closer to each other, until our chests where touching. I could feel his heart beat against my chest. I've never been this close to anyone, not even with Alan. Unless it was for a the occasional hug. That's it
The song finally ended. I was disappointed when Harry stepped away from me. I took my hands off the back of his neck. Harry then took his hands off of my waist. We just stood there looking at each other, until Harry took my hand and led me back to the table. My father was sitting there drinking a glass of wine and chatting with a few of his friends.
Harry let go of my hand to pull out my chair and he pushed me in. He then sat down next to me. My father hadn't even realized we came back to the table because he didn't even glance at me or Harry. So I just decided to eat the left overs of his dessert while he continued talking. Everyone stopped talking and looked at me, eating my probably third dessert for the night.
“Synthia is that mine?”My father asked eyeing the half eaten dessert that was once in front of him. I nodded and took another bite of it. He shook his head and continued talking to his friends. While Harry let out a low chuckle.
I took a piece of the dessert and held it in front of his face. As if asking him if he wanted a bite. He shook his head and laughed at me.
“Suit yourself.” I said as I stuffed the bite into my mouth.

Notes

This is one of my favorite chapters so far...