inlove with my boss [larry conversion]

6

Harry pov

It was a Friday, which meant that we were to
leave for london today. The conference is on
Saturday and in order for us to get there on
time, we needed to leave this evening. We
would arrive in London by 5am but the actual
time there would be 12am.

That should give us enough time to get some
rest before the event. I had already packed my bags and brought them with me to the office today. Most of the things I brought along were work clothes, nothing serious. But liam suggested that I also have outfits for going out.

Whenever Tomlinson and I went on work trips, there was always time to go out and explore so I packed some just incase, anything could happen.

My Tomlinson didn't show up during working
hours today and i spent the whole day
missing his presence. He finally showed up
around 5pm, just in time to pick me up so we
could go to the airport together.

As I came out of the building, his driver
collected my bag and placed it in the trunk of his Bentley Mulsanne. This was one of Mr Tomlinson's most expensive and spacious cars. he must have used it to host some of his clients today.

Once I got in the car, Mr Tomlinson conducted a full body appraisal of me before he finally graced me with his signature greeting.

"Hello, Mr styles" He smiled. That was
enough to make my heart malfunction for a
few seconds.

"Good evening Mr Tomlinson ." I managed to not stutter. We began to move.

"I see you have very few items." He
commented.

"Yes, there wasn't much to pack. It's just tor
the weekend." I replied.

After that, he didn't say anything and an
awkward silence followed. I looked at him
after a few moments and he was shamelessly staring at me with a smirk on his face.

Is he checking me out? No way! Tomlinson
would never even look my way. Just in case, I
look at what I'm wearing. A grey hoody with matching joggers with white sneakers which I brought from home to change into because of the London weather.

It's okay I guess, not that interesting for Mr
Tomlinson to stare at me like he wants to devour me because that's what he is doing.

Because this is a small limo, I am seated
directly in front of him with my legs closed in between his legs that are wide open. I don't know why some men have to open their legs so wide when they sit. It's ridiculous. I am so
uncomfortable with this position.

I can't even look directly ahead because Mr
Tomlinson is just ogling me not caring if he gets caught so I turn my head to the side and i am looking at... nothing.

I began to squirm in my seat due to the
discomfort I am having. Why can't he just
stop looking! Now I'm angry. He is invading
my personal space and I don't like it. I mean,
I normally would have loved this attention
that he is giving me but it's just too much
right now. And what's even more annoying is that stupid smirk he has on his face while he is busy violating me with his eyes! What is going on in that silly little head of his!

"Are you okay mr styles? It seems like you're
having a war within yourself." He asked with
one of his eyebrows raised. He definitely knew that his gaze was having an effect on me but he decided to play dumb.

"I'm fine. i'm just uncomfortable." i say harshly

"Uncomfortable? What makes you so
uncomfortable?" He asked in pretence

"You!"

"Me?" He feigned confusion.

"You're staring at me too much." I said much
more sedately, reminding myself that I was
speaking to my boss.