Fate [a Harry Styles fanfic]

Chapter 12

"Can you please lower the music?" I ask him the second time.

"Okay okay I get it. You don't like Coldplay." He lowers the volume and changes the radio station. The music was just too loud and I don't want to get a headache again.

"Actually I love Coldplay." And I can't imagine Harry as the type to like this kind of music.

"Really? And what else do you love?" He doesn't take his eyes off the road.

"I love when you don't speak." I snap.

"What else?"

"No Harry we're not having a conversation." I just want to make this little trip to the shop as quick as possible.

"Oh come on. We have to make conversation unless you want the music lowered." I shouldn't have accepted to pick up my phone with him. I shouldn't even had accepted to let him drive me to a bar to drunk myself to the point of kissing him.

But the reason why I did accepted all of this is because this guy kinda intrigues me. Since the first time I knew he was the 'owner' of my office I got curious. He worked for Styles Publising but not in the office. Does that mean he worked at home? And if yes, why? And there's obviously something going on between him and Alex. The way they treated each other was strange to say the least. And Niall... He already showed he despises him. Not to mention Liam and that 'I don't owe you explanations' talk.

All of this lighted up my curiosity. And if he wants to talk so bad, he'll answer my questions.

Let's start then. "Why did you worked from home?"

"First, we're not talking about me and second, how do you know that?"

"Niall said something about the previous person on that office so when I heard you and Alex I joinned things."

"So you're basically assuming you were eavesdropping."

"No I wasn't but that's not my answer I guess." I put pressure on him.

"Why do you care?"

"I thought you wanted to talk." I have to enjoy this opportunity.

He smiles looking at me for a few seconds. Despite of being an asshole, he's quite beautiful. A beautiful asshole.

He finally gives up. " I did a few things that weren't so right so it was better to start working from home." He pauses and a different look traces his eyes. It's a sad look, it's something I guess he regrets. "That and the fact that from home, I don't get to see Mr Alex." The way he pronounces the words 'Mr Alex' intrigues me.

"If you hate Alex so much why do you keep working for him?"

"Because of my mum." I don't get it.

"But why?"

"Enough of me. Now you." He changes the subject abruptly.

"What about me?"

"Why are you here?"

"Because you wouldn't stop talking."

"No I mean why are you here in New York?" He laughs.

"I wanted a change, the opportunity came so I took it." Simple as that.

"A change from what?" I can feel he's curious.

"I don't know, I just wanted to have my own life, away from the place where I grew up."

"You're from Oregon right?"

"How do you know that?" I've never talked about it.

"Zayn."