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Harry and I walk inside the usual building, fortunately, Harry didn't take that long to get ready at his house, at least not as long as I thought he would.

I make my way towards Megan's desk with a small smile as she raises her eyebrows at the sight of me, smiling faintly when I rest my hands on her desk. "How are you doing?"

"Better, I realised that Niall is being an asshole and I shouldn't dwell on it." She states proudly and I grin at her while feeling Harry getting closer.

"That's good, I'm glad you feel better. We should get lunch together today!" I suggest and she immediately stands up from her chair with a smile on her lips before she nods eagerly.

"That's the best idea you ever had." She snickers and I send her a fake smile before stepping backwards with my thumbs up.

"I don't know if that's good or bad but thank you!"

After a little bit of chatting, I walk with Harry towards the elevator and wait for it next to him while keeping my hands behind my back and noticing him side glancing at me before wrapping an arm around my waist.

"I didn't know you could make friends so easily." He smirks, turning his head to look at me and I cross my arms over my chest with a playful glare.

"I don't think you're any better." I shake my head disapprovingly as he scoffs, walking inside the elevator after the doors open and pressing the button to the top floor.

"I have friends!" He argues, furrowing his eyebrows while I snicker at him, patting his arm sympathetically before resting my head on his shoulder, "it's true!"

He keeps grumbling about it while I laugh it off, both of us growing quiet as suddenly the elevator stops and someone walks inside and I sigh out of relief at the person.

"Oh look, my parents!" Zayn exclaims as the doors close once again, smirking at both of us before squeezing in between the two of us to make us break apart.

"What are you doing here, I was told you'd be in a photoshoot?" Harry frowns, stepping away from him since Zayn glued himself to the both of us when he decided to come between us.

"Arriving a bit late won't hurt anyone right? I just finished eating breakfast." Zayn explains while I snicker at Harry's face of seriousness before Zayn rolls his eyes at his expression.

"You've been appearing tardily on many occasions, be more careful about this, please." Harry sighs, crossing his arms over his chest as Zayn rolls his eyes with a shake of his head.

"Sorry, dad." He rolls his eyes just as the doors open and we all step out of the elevator, Zayn narrowing his eyes at us before walking away.

"Evelyn, could you accompany me to my office?" Harry asks with a smirk when Zayn is no longer next to us, raising his eyebrows as I furrow my own out of confusion.

I slowly walk with him towards his office, his hand finding its way to my lower back as if to guide me through the large hallway and the smirk never leaving his lips while I side glance at him questioningly.

Once inside, I turn to stare at him but he seems to have other plans, pushing me against the door and crashing his lips against mine as soon as we're hidden in the quietness of his office.

I feel myself melting against his hold as he sets his hands on my hips and I wrap my arms around his neck while feeling him smirking quickly against my lips before attempting to pull me closer to him. If it was possible.

"Harry," I smile, cupping both of his cheeks in a way to make him look at me and he immediately whines, "what are you doing?"

"Kissing you, I think it's pretty obvious." He smirks, kissing me once more before nuzzling his face on my neck with a grin on his lips.

"You made me come to your office just for this?" I laugh as he wraps both of his arms around my waist, my back still against the door as his body blocks me from moving elsewhere.

"I don't really think Hazel and Louis would appreciate it if I kissed you like this in front of them." He furrows his eyebrows while moving his head to look at me and I laugh faintly at his words, "besides, I don't think I should've chosen your lingerie, it's all I can think about."

"Oh, please." I scoff, pinching his nose playfully as he laughs a bit too loudly before his hands move lower and I slap his arm when one of his hands grasps my butt, a scold on my face as he smirks at me.

His lips graze mine before he presses them together, our lips moving in sync before his lips part slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside as one of his hands moves to my thigh, pulling it up next to his hip.

With his free hand, he grips my hair while both of my hands clutch his shoulders and I moan against his lips when he suddenly pushes his hips against mine.

As my hands reach the waistband of his trousers a knock is heard on the door and we both freeze, staring at each other with wide eyes and my heart beating rapidly out of nervousness.

"Mr.Styles, the crew in charge of the preparation for the celebration you planned is requiring a meeting right now, should I lead them to the meeting room?"

"Yes please, inform them I'll be there soon." He sighs, his forehead falling on my shoulder as I furrow my eyebrows at the words I just heard. Celebration?

"What are you up to?" I ask him, fixing his messy hair as he stares at the door with a glare before pulling me closer to him with a frown while I set my hands on his chest.

"All of the magazines with Zayn's photos have been selling like crazy, the products he used as well. I felt like celebrating that success," He explains briefly, tilting his head to the side before speaking again, "you should go with me, so we can take the next step and let people know about us."

"I don't know..." I mutter, looking at the buttons of the jacket of his suit in a way to avoid eye contact, "it seems like a lot, besides, I once left Hazel with Louis to go to a party of yours and not only was the party horrible but I missed my daughter a lot."

Along with that, I don't know if I could handle the pressure of making this public, it would complicate a lot of things such as going out with Hazel since I assume I'd be photographed most times.

"Think about it, alright? If you don't want to it's okay, ma chérie."

I hope you're enjoying the story!♡

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