Complicated // h.s.

eighteen

*Harry's POV*

I rolled over in bed and rubbed my eyes so that I could have a clearer sight of my phone in front of me. Sawyer was still sound asleep on my chest with her arm wrapped loosely around my waist.

From Ron Styles:

I need to have a word with you. Come into the office today.

I knew Sawyer wouldn't be happy about me spending my Saturday morning at the office. I gently got out of the bed so I wouldn't wake her. I lazily walked into my bathroom and turned the shower on. I knew that I couldn't spend too much time taking a shower because my dad was suspecting me. I slipped out of the shower and wrapped my towel around my waist.

I was pleased to find that Sawyer was still sound asleep as I walked to my closet. I picked out a black button up and some black slacks before slipping it all on and going back to my room. I put on my wristwatch and grabbed both my phones off of the nightstand. I sat on the edge of the bed so that I could put on my dress shoes that were already beginning to wear out.

"Where are you going?" Sawyer mumbled hoarsely.

I turned to face her. The black sheet was wrapped around her chest loosely and her hair was still in her beautiful waves. I just leaned in to kiss her before I had to explain where I had to go.

"You're not going to be happy." I said onto her lips.

She kissed me one last time before pulling away.

"What? You're not going to tell me that you have to go to work, are you?" Sawyer cracked a smile.

I frowned as I caressed my thumb across her chin.

"It's only going to be a few hours. I promise. My dad is in town and he wants to talk to me about something, so it shouldn't be long. When I get back though, we can have a late breakfast, okay?" I explained to her.

She nodded her head but her face said otherwise. I pecked her lips before standing up.

"I lo—" Shit.

"What?" She asked almost catching what I said.

I hope she didn't catch what I was about to say. It was a mere slip in words. I couldn't have meant them. It was too early in the relationship to have that sort of feeling.

"I'll be back soon." I said before nodding my head and turning to leave the room.

+

"Mr. Styles, it's wonderful to see you today." The receptionist, Claire said with her warm smile. "Your father is waiting for you in your office."

I nodded my head towards her as I continued to walk to my office. As I walked in, my dad was sitting in my desk chair as he tossed a rubber band ball in his hands. He then stopped as he heard the door open. He looked at me with a smile of exhaustion. I don't see why he was so tired because half of his "business trips" were just schemes to keep Sawyer's mother happy. He was rarely ever working, really.

"Hi, son." He greeted.

"I think you sat in the wrong chair." I joked.

He took it a little seriously because he got up from the chair and let me sit in it. I didn't argue as I sat in my rightful chair and my father sat in the seat in front of my desk.

"What do you need to talk about?" I asked.

I really wanted to get back to Sawyer. She hated when I stayed at the office longer than intended.

"How's Sawyer? I know you talk to her more than me." My father asked nonchalantly.

Shit.