The Encounter |H.S|

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Harry keeps me close to him, as much as I tried to get up and try to get ready he never really allowed me to, only wrapping his arms around me tighter and pressing more kisses on my neck.

"You're going to be late for your meeting, come on." I laugh quietly, reaching down to grab his white dress shirt and handing it to him but he only stares at me.

"It doesn't matter, they'll only start when I tell them to." He affirms confidently, nodding shortly at me before setting his dress shirt on top of his desk but I grab it once again, dressing it up myself.

I shake my head while I button it up and I reach down once again, grabbing my underwear and putting it on as well. "You're going to regret that decision."

"Can't hear what you're saying, you look too pretty right now." He brings his lips to mine, setting his hands on my hips as I set mine on his shoulders while smiling into the kiss, "what was all this about either way? Who's Amber?"

"A girl you talked to, apparently," I mutter shyly, resting my head on his shoulder after seeing him raising his eyebrows at me, "she was talking to her friend about how hot you are."

He sets his index finger on my chin so that I look at him, resting his thumb on my bottom lip. "You got jealous, baby?"

"No! They just acknowledged the fact that you're in a relationship and then proceeded to ignore it!" I quickly defend myself, frowning when he smirks at me while tracing my bottom lip before kissing me once again.

"I'm yours." He breathes and sets a hand on the back of my neck while kissing me passionately, his soft heart-shaped lips moving slowly against mine before they part slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside.

We both hear a knock on the door, but clearly, we ignore it. His hands move under his own shirt that I'm wearing to trace my skin before I wrap my arms around his shoulders to bring him closer.

My heartbeat fastens and warmth consumes me as I lean into the kiss, heat rising from my stomach to my chest when he breathes into the kiss until the knock is heard once again.

"What?!" He shouts after pulling away, so I bring my lips to his neck, biting gently and kissing right after as he traces a line up my back.

"People are waiting in the meeting room, should I tell them to leave?" I hear someone ask from the other side and immediately look at Harry as I recognise that voice.

"That's the girl I talked to you about," I whisper with wide eyes and he smiles faintly, running a hand through my hair before nodding.

"Tell them to wait, I'm sort of busy but we'll be there as soon as possible." He leans in again but I stop him quickly, looking at him with raised eyebrows and widened eyes which makes him laugh lightly.

"We?!" I exclaim as silently as possible before we hear steps fading away and I take advantage of the fact that he's distracted to get up, rolling my eyes at his whines. I throw his clothes at him, crossing my arms as he refuses to get ready.

"Getting dressed implies not making out, and it means you'll take off the shirt you're wearing even though you look so good with it." He mutters, getting up from his seat and starting to get ready as I begin looking for my clothes as well.

"We can do those things some other time, Harry." I chuckle amusingly as I finally find my trousers, grabbing them and freezing once I feel his arms wrap around my waist from behind.

"I need my shirt then, ma chérie."

I pry his hands away and turn around to find out he's already put on his slacks and is standing shirtless in front of me. I take his hands and set them in front of his eyes so he isn't able to see.

"Don't watch me undress, I don't have a bra underneath this shirt," I mutter, hearing him laughing at this while nodding. I quickly dress up, trying to do it as fast as I can because I know Harry, and I know if I take too long he'll end up looking at me.

"You do know I've just seen you fully naked, right?" He inquires, his voice dipped in sarcasm when I hand him his shirt, taking his hands away from his face to arch an eyebrow at me.

"It's different, you're too focused on other stuff than particularly on my body." I shrug as he continues to get dressed and I attempt to fix my hair.

"Whatever you say, ma chérie."

We make sure that we're both ready before leaving the office, his hand holding onto mine as we do so and we begin walking down the hallway toward the meeting room, our hands swinging back and forth faintly.

"Do I have to go? That meeting sounds boring," I ask him once we get closer to the door of our destination but I don't let him answer when I see Amber and her friend walking inside the room, "I'm going."

We both walk inside and for some moments I regret it. There's a huge table in the middle of the room, some men are sitting by it and talking to each other and a projector is seen in the middle of the table. Amber and her friend are sitting down as well as some other people.

They look at us when we sit down and Harry pulls my chair closer to his, leaning his face closer until his lips touch my earlobe. "I feel like we could have some fun and make them jealous, no?"

His whispered words are enough to make me melt, but when he bites my earlobe I shiver while looking at them. I don't even know why this meeting hasn't started but I do hope it's soon because I don't think I can handle much more.

I turn my face to him, glancing at his rosy lips before answering him. "No mon chéri, let them be," I whisper to him and he pouts before I let out a quiet laugh, hearing some people lowering their voices when suddenly a familiar group of people come in.

Liam and his team walk in and sit down a bit far away from us, thankfully.

Harry and I share a glance before the meeting begins. They all begin talking amongst each other, Harry keeps his hand on my thigh while hearing the people talking attentively and I attempt to look at the two girls in front of me whenever I can.

But there's one sentence that makes us both sit up straight when it leaves someone's mouth.

"Harry has to get back together with Charlotte."

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