ink. (haylor)

ix. james taylor records

a/n:

hey

im really tired bc today i was at the mall, like all day looking for the perfect pair of shoes - i didn't find them so im going back tomorrow. but I remembered I promised an update - so.

also, i had planned for something else to happen in this chapter but i changed my mind...

*ooh mysterious*

it'll happen later

love on fleek

-kay

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[Harry's POV]

If you asked me about that kiss with Taylor in my office, I would have lied through my teeth.

While it was technically to increase talk in the office about the boss' new relationship, it had also been part of an animal instinct inside of me.

It had been somewhat of a shock because after that first day we talked about Fifty Shades of Grey and she had left me in an uncomfortable position in a boardroom, I had given myself a stern talking to and had promised myself that I wouldn't develop any sort of attraction towards her.

I was going to treat this whole Taylor-situation as any other work relationship. This was merely a convenience.

Usually, I had impeccable self-control and could usually control all situations needing me to, but this particular circumstance left me baffled.

No other woman had the power to make me do anything at all, but right now I felt reckless – something that had never happened before. It was that feeling when you were in the dark and you couldn't see two feet in front of you.

But you kept walking.

[Taylor's POV]

Harry was being... nice.

I don't want to say this was an unusual  occurrence, because that made him seem like an asshole, but it was true.

He asked about my day and made polite small talk while we passed the sparse employees who came into work on that particular Sunday who tried to look like they weren't staring at us as we walked past.

Maybe he wasn't being nice – maybe it was politeness.

Because he kissed me.

That's it. He must have been extra-polite to dissipate the light air of awkwardness after we kissed.

I wonder if he'd felt anything...

No, Taylor.

He was poison. He was slowly going to kill you as you indulged more and more in his British charms. He was going to kill you quietly, you wouldn't even notice. And then one day, he would cut you off – like he did with Kendall.

[Harry's POV]

She did it again at lunch. And that evening.

She did the thing where she tricked me into telling her things I hadn't really told anyone before.

We had exited the building and were almost blinded as frenzied photographers screamed cues and tried to ask questions while they took pictures. It was bad enough that they were invading our lives and stuffed their lenses in our faces, but they also wanted to scream and add to the chaos while we tried to leave.

I had never really seen the need for a body guard or anything, since I wasn't officially the CEO of the company and I hadn't really made any serious enemies, but now I was considering hiring one for a completely unrelated reason.