He's the Boss ( Harry Styles)

Chapter 11 revised

Don't people say something about how 'it's better to not know something than to know it and obsess over what it could possible mean in regard to yourself?' If no one has ever said that then people are more stupid than we think because that shit is totally true. Needless to say I hated Harry for his little "revelation" on my personal life while I was stuck overthinking every move that not only I made but all of my new "friends". For some obvious reasons things just seemed off with this bunch and I will proceed to list them off. First, it was the fact that they all knew/ know my brother because as far as we were concerned Nate had no friends and that him and Zayn had some dramatic falling about a month or two before my father died. Second, the fact that they all seemed to pop up into my life at the same time. Third, how Robert suddenly seemed to have so much interest in me now that I am closer to people he claims to hate. The third one is probably me just trying to find something negative in a situation that is almost perfect. But, nevertheless, that's about all I have on them at the moment.

But all of that aside, my relationship with Robert is blooming at an alarmingly fast rate. Starting with the flirty touches we shared at my mother's house almost two months ago. When we went on our date a few days ago where he took me to my favorite restaurant, ordered for me, and tried to feed me. While all of this wasn't that much out of the ordinary the butterflies I received from his actions were. At the end of the night when he brought me back home he set the lightest kiss upon my lips that turned my face the color of a fire hydrant. When I had gotten inside the color which resulted from the way Robert's lips felt on mine turned into a color resulting from Harry looking in my face with a stack of papers in his hand and a smirk on his face which leads me to the next weird section of my life: work.

With work I didn't know if it was Harry that wanted to make my life hell, or Chloe but I do know that they were succeeding in it. Internally I was dying from the amount of work I was faced with daily and often came home to be greeted with my current sight of Harry standing in my foyer with more papers. "Hello Zoe, did you have fun with your 'boyfriend'?" He asked with a condescending smile on his face as he taunted me. "I mean it's not like I really care but I do have some paperwork I need on my desk by 7 tomorrow morning and also I need you to attend the charity benefit on my behalf on Saturday." The stack of paperwork he had for me was like the length from my elbow to my wrist and not to mention I had a stack equally as high when I left from work this afternoon that he dropped on my desk also expecting it by tomorrow morning.

This, the paperwork, and making appearances in his schedule while he did whatever men did when they were my sister's boyfriend and basically keeping the company on track was taking a serious toll on my mental and physical health. I was drained to say the least, my skin pale, my hair frail, I was losing weight, and hair, I was constantly stressed and tired I felt like I was trying to climb out of an endless pit and every time I got close to the edge there was Harry and Chloe both smirking at me in a mocking way as one of them stepped on my hands and sent me falling back into the pit. (I recurring nightmare I'd been having on the off chance I got sleep). I know this change is evident as Robert has asked me about it many times when he would pick me up from work make sure I got some food and drove me back home.

Also, since Zayn hasn't been here he left Harry with the task of "checking up on me". These past two weeks have been the most---. My thoughts are cut off as my phone rings.

"Hello?" I ask my own voice even sounding weaker to my ears.

"Zo, is zayn there?" Robert breathed on the other end of the phone, his already deep voice sounding even huskier bringing a pink hue to my cheeks as I wonder if that's how he sounds when he's turned on. I sneak a glance at Harry to see him watching me with a raised eyebrow and I clear my thoughts and my throat at the same time.