and her kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place.

Holland stood at the front door of the grand house, sorting out her jacket before ringing the bell. On weekends, Holland worked jobs that she knew she would be spending the night. During the week, she took a job depending on whether or not she could make it back to her apartment that night. That was just how she worked. Usually, her weekends were booked by one customer alone; a very prestigious, CEO like customer by the name of Harry Styles. To be honest, she wasn't quite sure what he did for a living, but he paid handsomely. That was the money she used for her tuition, her other clients paid for her everyday things like her flat, bills, and anything she really needed since they didn't bring in as much money has Harry did. She waited as patiently as she ever could for the boy to open up the door for their appointment. Underneath her long peacoat was her costume of the night. He hadn't requested one, but she thought it would be cheeky of her. "Open up, it's bloody freezing out here," she groaned. This boy took forever.

Zayn sat in the restaurant, spinning the rings on his fingers as he waited for his darling Evie to arrive. He had pretty lilies in his lap to give her and a bottle of the best red wine was on the way to his table. He loved to spoil her so. He checked his phone, an update from his broker, and smiled, pleased at what he read before putting his phone away. Whenever Evie was around, that's where his attention was, nothing else. She was his sun, his moon, and his stars. He wondered if she would be wearing that pretty necklace he had picked up for her earlier that week and had sent over to her place.

Harry made his way down to the front door briskly, running a hand through his hair as he got himself together. He had just adjourned a meeting that he had held that went over all of the business that had occurred during the week, and his head pounded with the beginnings of a headache. After a two hour meeting, he was very much tired of talking numbers and games. Harry was still dressed crisply in a finely pressed black suit, tie still tightened, and he ached to be rid of his clothes. More so, he was beginning to feel the excitement pool in his stomach at the thought of spending the night with Holland. She was his favorite part of the weekend, and what he looked forward to during the week. After the past dozen visits she had made, he had let himself settle with the fact that this was becoming more for him, she was becoming more for him, than just a really good fuck. That's why when he got to the door and swung it open, he gave Holland a big grin, his eyes flicking down her figure, wondering what she was hiding underneath her peacoat. "Hey Hols, M'sorry, I was in a meeting," He greeted, shutting the door behind her to block out the rush of cold air that came in from outside.

Evelyn hurried out of the cab, knowing she was a few minutes late, giving the cabbie his money before making her way up to the restaurant. She paused for a brief moment outside of the sophisticated building to brush down her curled hair to make sure there were no flyaways, brush out the wrinkles of her satiny emerald green dress, and make sure her necklace was settled correctly in the dips of her collarbones. It was the one Zayn had sent her earlier that week, and she knew that he would appreciate it if she wore it. After deeming herself presentable, she made her way into the restaurant and told the host 'Malik' before being guided to a table. Seeing Zayn sitting alone all dressed up with lilies in his lap made her instantly smile, and she felt everything melt away when she saw him. Evelyn was absolutely smitten with Zayn, he spoiled her and made her feel so loved and beautiful, and she had never had a man treat her the way he had ever before.

Holland had long given up to correcting him when he called her Hols. She loved the nickname, but ever since he managed to get her real name out of her, she could never get him to call her by her escort name: Astra. "Bloody took long enough -- it's freezing," she whined softly, shuffling into his house where heat hit her welcomingly. Her red heels clacked lightly against his hardwood flooring as she walked deeper into his house. It was always a mess; his jackets and scarves littered on little tables and on the railing of his stairs, papers she could only guess to be business scattered everywhere. Looking back to him, she figured he must be uncomfortable still dressed in his suit. Close to him, her hands went to his tie, loosening it up a bit. "Got a surprise for you tonight, thought it'd be fun. Shall I pour some wine, monsieur?" she asked, her voice sweet as she started unbuttoning her peacoat. Underneath was a tiny French maid uniform, figured it was fitting for someone like Harry with so much status and wealth. He should at least play out the game, enjoy it.

Zayn couldn't help his bright smile seeing his darling Evie stroll up to his table. He stood when she was close, taking her in. She was beautiful, the sole embodiment of the word beauty and most of all: she was his. "For you," he said, smile still present on his face as he held the lilies out to her. (i think i'm funny, cause yunno, lilly collins. ha.) She was wearing his necklace, which looked even better on her than he thought it would. Of course, she always looked better than he could ever image her. Zayn could never quite recreate her image in his mind. Sure, he could picture her, but she always looked better in person than she did in his head. He planted a soft kiss to the corner of her lips before pulling out her chair for her to sit. He was a proper gentleman.

He followed her deeper into the house, stopping when she turned round to look at him. Harry raised an eyebrow when she went to loosen his tie, and he hummed a bit at the release of it. When she started to unbutton her peacoat to reveal a little costume, he smirked, finishing off the buttons for her and sliding her coat off of her shoulders, laying on a table beside them before returning his hands to her. They smoothed over her curves as his eyes drank in her appearance, and he could feel his pants tighten with arousal. "I could never turn down some wine, mademoiselle. Earlier I put some of your favorite on the top of the wine cooler, if you'd like to pour some for me," Harry told her, and he lingered a bit closer to her for a moment, his large hands covering the expanse of her small hips before sliding down to the curve of her bum, keeping it there for a moment before giving it a lighter squeeze. "Go on then," He told her, with a little pat at her bum.

She collected the lillies that he presented her with, giving them a sniff and smiling before sitting down in the chair that he had pulled out. Evelyn put her bouquet on the table, laying them gently, as her eyes flicked to Zayn, watching him as he sat back done after pushing her chair in. At that moment, a waiter brought a bottle of red wine, pouring them each a glass before leaving the bottle at the table. "I'm sorry I'm a bit late, my yoga classes ran a bit longer today," Evelyn told him, and her stomach rumbled very quietly, enough for her to hear. "Thank you for the flowers, they smell delightful," She paused, taking a sip of her wine, looking down at the swirling crimson liquid before flicking her eyes up over the rim of the glass to look at him. "How was your day?" Evelyn asked, setting her wine glass back down.

Holland dropped her hands from her jacket when he started to finish off the buttons for her, even sliding it off of her shoulders and lying the jacket down on a table. Figures. Never actually puts them in a coat closet or anything. "Mm, yes monsiuer, right away," she replied, spinning on her heels and heading towards the cooler, enough sway in her step to have him staring at her ass as she walked away. At the cooler, she grabbed two wine glasses before bending over to grab the bottle. She straightened up, managing to open the bottle and pour them both a glass before a sip from her glass, leaving a bright red mark of her lips on the glass. "Monsiuer, would you like it in the den or in your bedroom?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.

"It's quite alright, I am delighted you like the flowers, though. I wasn't sure what kind you would prefer." No flower could ever surpass her beauty. "My day was... uneventful. Now that you are here, it is wonderful. Yours? You did not work too hard, I hope?" he asked after softly thanking the waiter. He picked up the menu, musing it over slowly to decide on what he wanted to eat. He needed to take more time to look it over because he was constantly taking glances to her, smiling. He had to be the luckiest guy in the world. Not only his luck at picking the right numbers or getting the right drawl of cards, but most specifically: her. Oh, how lucky of a man he was to have her as his own.

He appreciated the view that she was giving him, trailing her into the kitchen and leaning against the doorway, watching her. Once she had poured the wine, he stepped forward, slipping the glass into his hand and taking a sip. "Let's have it in the bedroom, I don't have much resolve to not have my hands on you when you're dressed like that," Harry told her, and he grabbed the bottle of wine in his other hand, leading her over to his bedroom, opening the door for her and closing it behind him. It was spacious, with floor to ceiling windows along one wall and a large king bed over in the opposite corner. He set the wine down on his dresser, finishing off his glass before pouring himself another, taking another sip before setting it down. He strode his way over to her, running his thumb against her bottom lip, staining it with wine. "Have you missed me, my little maid?" Harry pressed her up against the a wall, grinding his hips down to shown her how turned on he really was, just by seeing her parade around in her little outfit. His hands ran along her hips, one back down again along her thigh, before hitching his fingers behind her knee and bringing it up and around his waist. His hand went to her bum then, supporting her there, and he ran his fingertips around, felt a bit of lace covering her. "Have you got something sexy on underneath this? What else are you hiding, baby? Show me everything," Harry murmured near her ear, before attaching his lips to her throat, giving her slow, soft kisses at first before dragging his teeth and sucking behind her ear, trailing hot kissses in desperate lines along her throat.

"My day was alright. I was anxious to see you," She replied, and she tucked a bit of her hair behind her ear, looking down at her menu after. Evelyn decided quickly what she wanted, and when the waiter came, she told him so before handing him the menu. Looking over to Zayn, she couldn't help herself from feeling the shivering desire burn through her body. He looked extremely handsome in his suit, and she hadn't seen him for a few days since he had been away on business terms. She had missed him in every sense of the word, and although she enjoyed going out and having dinner, she wished to be back at his apartment, all alone with no one to bother them. She was sure her cheeks were flushed pink by now because of her thoughts, as she didn't usually succumb to such thoughts, but Zayn ignited something different inside her. Evelyn kept catching a few of the glances that Zayn continued to throw her way, and she smiled back just as equally as warmly.

Holland followed him to the bedroom, heels clacking lightly against the floor, taking sips from her glass every now and then. His room was her favourite, and probably the one place in this house she knew the best. Figures the prostitute would be most comfortable in his bedchambers. She had set her finished glass of wine down on a stand just as he walked over, pinning her back against a wall. With his lead, she wrapped a leg around his waist, feeling just how hard he was against her. "Oh monsieur, how inappropriate, is this how you treat all your maids?" she asked, still attempting to feign innocence, but that being hard with his lips on her neck, murmuring words into her ear. She tilted her head for him to have better access, letting out a whimper as he hit the right spot, something he always manages to find, lucky bastard. It had to weak at the knees, entirely his.

[ can we skip the frick-frack? just not feeling rping it tonight. ]

"Nothing exciting happen today? No one fall over during yoga?" Zayn asked with a little grin, remembering her stories of her first couple yoga classes where she couldn't keep balance. When the waiter arrived, he waited for Evie's decision before making one of his own, picking something at random from the menu that he really hadn't been paying too much attention to. It was hard when there was something of so much greater beauty sitting right across from him. Oh, the angels were jealous of her, he was sure of it.

( yes love. )

Harry reached over and brought Holland closer to him, and even though he was covered in a thin sheer of sweat, his tattoos sparkling, he still wanted her close. His fingers traced small patterns along the bare skin of her back, traveling up and down, and his eyes were closed in content. It felt nice to just lay there, his body physically and mentally exhausted, and just be content in the moment. Everything had been perfect with Holland, as it usually was, and he couldn't imagine leaving her anytime soon. He hoped that she would have the desire to stay, and he knew that she knew he didn't mind, would always take care of her and make her breakfast in the morning. Harry began to think how good a hot bath sounded, and he mulled it over as he listened to Holland's steady breath puffing against his chest.

Evelyn gathered her shawl, slipping it onto her shoulders as Zayn guided her out of the restaurant close behind, a hand resting on the curve of her lower back. They weren't outside long before a sleek, black car pulled up to the curb, and after Zayn opened the door for her, she climbed carefully into the car without disrupting her dress. He closed it after her before quickly joining her on the other side. The car began to go as soon as Zayn had closed the door, and she scooted over to him and snuggled herself down underneath his arm, head laying against his chest. She had missed simply just being wrapped up into him, and she could smell his expensive cologne mixed with his cigarettes and she felt at home. "We're going back to your place, right, Z?" Evelyn asked, resting a hand on his thigh, her thumb rubbing circles into the finely pressed fabric of his suit trousers.