Serenity [h.s]

Discomfort

-I've got hella feelings for you, I act like I don't fucking care, Like they ain't even there.

Harry Styles

Tuesday Morning at the office.

'Harry Styles was spotted with daughter of Owner of Lowal Incorporated at a ice cream shop just a few days ago, resources say they might be dating-'

I shut off the telly and groan. People don't know how to leave you alone. They always seem to find something to talk about.

In an hour Summer was going to be here and I was internally freaking out because she drives me mad but makes me feel things and I've never felt  towards anyone before.

But.. she can't stand me. And I need to know why. Everytime I try to have a decent conversation with her she pushes me away and throws harsh words at me.

-

Summer Lowal.

I make way up the lift once again, and it takes 10 minutes as usual, finally making it to the floor. My eyes meet Sandra and I give her a warm smile. I need to be a little nice around here I suppose.

"Good morning, Miss. Lowal,"

"Good morning Sandra, and call me Summer, please," I give her another smile and she sheepishly nods her head. I knock on the door of his office, and hear a quiet 'come in' and slowly open the door, my eyes landing on a tired Harry. I continue to chew slowly on my gum and shut the door behind me.

"Uh, we could always continue tomorrow..?" His head shoots up, dull green eyes meeting mine. He really looks awful.

"No, no I'm fine," his voice was scruffy and he stood up. I had no idea why he was the way he was but I decided to brush it off. Setting my things on the table next to the unfinished paitning, I get the materials ready and watch him sit down in the chair and fix himself to the same position. His eyes were barely opening and I let out a sigh. I walked up to him, snapping my fingers.

"Styles, wake up. We can do this tomorrow, you seem shit faced tired," he groans and waves his hand. His face was pale and he had bags underneath his eyes.

Finally after a few moments, his jade eyes open and meet with mine. He huffs and licks his lips.

"Don't you ever wish people could cut you some slack?" I crouched down and rested my elbow on his thigh, my hand on my cheek. I sighed sadly.

"I do." Was this about me judging him?

"I just.. I'm so tired of  trying to please everyone," he rubs his eyes and sits back.

"Harry," I start. He looks down at me surprised. I smirk.

But then I remember what I was going to ask and it fades. It fades because maybe he's feeling down because of they way I misjudged  him.

"Is this about me, you know.." he furrows his eyebrows and sits up grabbing my arms. We're both now standing up, his gaze soft on mine.

"No, Jesus. I'll change that, you just wait," he rasps lowly, liking his lips. His hands are still on my arms and his touch is warm. I don't move though for some reason.

"It's.. did you hear the news? About what's  going on?"

Oh it's about the rumors.

"Yeah, what about it," he lets go and lets out a frustrated sigh, closing his eyes and hand going through his hair. He reopens his green eyes and squints.

"It just bothers me, it bothers me what they say and accuse, doesn't it bother you?" I cross my arms over my chest, shrugging.

"Honestly no. I stopped caring what people think of me," His stare is intense, gaze dropping to my lips and back up to my eyes. He nods.