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Journal Entry Thirteen

Journal Entry Thirteen

Today has been the most unlikely day out of the many I've had in the office. Stress can push a man to all kinds of breaking points, and even though I have yet to reach mine, I fear I'm only a couple of inches away from the end.

-H.

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Harry say at his desk, his head in his hands. There were piled upon piles of paperwork sitting on his desk, and he didn't even want to look at it, yet he had to sign them all.

"Fuck!" He yelled, his hands running through his long strands. He was stressed beyond relief.

"Sir?" Stella, his newest assistant called through the intercom. "Reception tells me there's an Allison McIntyre requesting to see you."

He almost yelled in frustration. She was all to blame for his recent demise, with the ways she unintentionally crept into his mind at the most unconventional moments.

"I thought she was put on the block list," Harry replied through the intercom to Stella. "Send her away."

"Alright, sir," she said, and then there was silence.

Then, he heard voices. He heard Stella's chair outside his office scrape across the carpeted floor and her saying: "Miss, you're not allowed in there!"

The doorknob turned, and there she was.

Allison entered the office, and Harry's eyes almost dropped out of his head.

She wore a long sleeved cropped shirt, and her usual black pencil skirt, but the stomach was on show and so were her curves.

Her long legs were crossed in front of the other as she just stood in front of the door, staring at Harry.

"Do you want me to call security, sir?" Stella's voice sounded from the intercom.

Harry's eyes never left Allison's as he pressed the button to reply to her. "No, it's okay. Thank you for your concern."

Once she hung up, Harry sat back in his leather chair to observe her in full. "You have a lot of nerve coming her when I specifically told you to stay away. Why are you here?"

"You never told me not to come here," she said, walking further into the room. "You just put me on the block list for no reason."

"That doesn't answer my second question," he shot back, raising an eyebrow at her. "Why are you here?"

"You missed both appointments this week, and if you miss your next one I'll have to call your doc-"

He cut her off with a chuckle. "Cut that bullshit and tell me why you're really here."

"What?" She asked, confused. "I just did."

"No," he chided, while standing up from his chair. "That's not it. You want something."

"No, I," she paused as she saw Harry take a step closer to her, "don't."

Harry tsked before he lifted a braid up from the rest. "Oh, but you do, love. You wouldn't come all the way downtown just to tell me I'm missing appointments. There's a phone for that. You want something."

His fingers tilted her chin up to the point where their lips brushed, but he didn't do anything. He wanted to see how badly she wanted it, how badly she wanted him.

After a couple of seconds, he heard her groan a bit before brought her lips to his.

Harry's hand slid down to her waist, pulling her closer than she was before.

Allison's thoughts escaped her mind as her lips meshed and moved in sync with his. She knew it was wrong what they we doing, but then why did it feel so right?

"No!" She yelled, before shoving him off violently. "I can't do this with you! It's morally incorrect and unethical!"

Her words passed right over his head as he caressed the side of her face and ran his tongue over his lips. "I've been thinking about that sweet mouth of yours since that time in my apartment."

His lips pressed a hot wet kiss to the base of her neck and Allison's knees trembled before they gave out completely. His hands, which were already wrapped tightly around her waist, held her body up before he accidentally grabbed her upper thigh.

She gasped and scrunched her face in pain, before backing away from Harry to rub her hand where he just touched.

Harry narrowed his eyes at her, noting her suspicious behavior. "Are you hurt?"

Allison didn't pay him any mind, but flashback of the night before flitted through her mind. She remembered how Evan attempted to force himself on her, and when she wouldn't comply, he made her bend over ass up on the bed as he hit her several times with his belt.

She rolled her trembling lips into her mouth and closed her eyes briefly before opening them and looking into Harry's cold viridian eyes.

But as she looked into them, she was surprised to see...concern?

"I'll ask again, are you hurt?" He pressed for information, his hands crossed over his chest.

She shrugged. "Yeah, it's my fault. I backed into my nightstand when it was dark last night."

To any normal person, they would've believed her. Allison knew she was a great liar, she had years and years of practice to perfect her skill.

But Harry wasn't just anyone. He narrowed his eyes before nodding his head, when he knew for a fact she was lying.

"I have to run, but just please remember to attend your appointments from now on," she told him before picked her bag up from the seat. "Your next one is Tuesday, don't be late."

"Don't worry," he said as he sent her a heated gaze as he wiped the remnants of her red lipstick from his mouth with his thumb. "I don't plan on it."

She nodded before closing the door behind herself.

As soon as she left, he rounded his desk and furiously punched a number into the keypad.

The phone rang for a couple of times before a gruff voice sounded through the handset. "I thought I told you never to call me unless it's an emergency, Styles."

"It is," he persisted before a small smirk found its way onto his face. "Romanov, I need to cash in that favor you owe me."

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a/n: aaaaaaaaand the plot thickens.

btw I changed the person playing Allison once more and I honestly hope I stays this way. She being played by SZA, the singer :)

all the love, rachel. x

(p.s. I might not update for a longer while because I have to finish my psych summer assignment before I can write another chapter)