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Styles Enterprise: part II.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased to introduce the famous Harry Edward Styles!" My professor smiled as the class roared with claps and whistling.
Your heart dropped as he stood in the podium, with that same smirk and confidence.
Your eyes met, but only for a split second, his eyes twinkled and almost - in a way - frowned. But quickly, you lowered your head and cowered into the seat.
"Hello," Harry coughed, making the room silent, "My name is Harry Styles."
"Hell yeah you are!" A girl in the crowd yelled making him chuckle.
"As many of you young inspiring entrepreneurs, know, I own Styles Enterprise." He made eye contact with you again, "I was once in your position; young, nervous but that nervousness soon turns into excitement."
"And trust me," He lightly chuckled, "It ain't easy, you make mistakes."
And once again, those green sparkling eyes were on you. You bit your lips as you twiddled your thumbs, wanting this lecture to be over.
"But all these mistakes turn out to be what molds you into becoming something greater," He smiled at the class, "So let's talk about internships."
Your eyes widened as your hands began to get clammy.
"How many of you have internships?" He asked and about half the class, including your hand, went up.
You didn't know where this sudden rush of confidence came from, but you smirked in his direction.
"Ugh," He pretended to scan the room only to call on you, "The (Y/H/C) with the dress."
You stood up and smiled.
"Where is your internship?" He questioned, eyeing your body.
"Malik Corporation."
A few students gasped and girls glared, Harry's face went red. "Is that so?"
"I started about a month ago, yes."
"Do you like it over there?" He flexed his jawline.
You knew the dress was driving him crazy and the fact that you, now, internship Malik Corp. made him insane.
"Ooh yes, he's really lovely."
"That will be all."
You nodded and smiled; he continued with his lecture until the buzzer sounded.
"If you have any questions, I have 3 assistants that will be happy to..assist." He chuckled and pointed to a table where 3 blondes sat.
"(Y/N)," Harry whispered in your ear, gripping her arm lightly, "A word."
"Yes Mr. Styles?" You looked up at him.
"Fuck," He walked you out of the classroom and towards his car.
"W-Where are we going?" You suddenly became alarmed.
"To talk." He growled.
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You both sat in his convertible, face to face.
"Is it true that you're with Malik?"
You nodded as his face became red.
Harry's hand began to trail up your thigh, moving your panties to the side; he began to rub. "Does he make you feel this good, though?"
"H-Harry," you moaned, pushing his hand away. "You have a fiancée, remember?!"
"Ooh baby," He caressed your cheek, "that's ancient history."
His lips found yours and soon enough the strap of your dress was falling off the side of your arm.
"You're not wearing a bra?!" He questioned, kissing your chest.
"N-No." You shivered, taking a fist full of curls.
"You drive me crazy," He breathed, pulling down his pants. "So fucking crazy"
You began to pant, moaning louder with every stroke. "H-Harry." Your body releases as you fall onto his chest.
"I'm sorry," He says, softly scratching your back.
"For what?" You looked up to him.
"For not choosing you a month ago." Harry interlocked eyes with you, kissing your cheek.
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I'm thinking about making this into a fanfic, any thoughts?
