Uncovered {Larry Stylinson}-AU

T H R E E

I swallowed thickly. I cannot accept this. I can't even pay for this! This is an outrageous amount of food here on my plate. Although... It smells amazing. I stared at him, a blush creeping on my face as he grins.

"Eat it before it gets cold."

He points at my overly full plate with his sharp meat cutting knife. I shook my head slightly. I can't.

"I can't eat this. Mr Styles I can't-"

"You know I have money Mr Tomlinson. It isn't an issue you know." He mutters. The grin never leaving his lips. Why does he want me to eat this? I don't understand why he was so dissatisfied with my meal choice?

"I don't want you to pay for me."

I frown slightly as the words left my lips. It was true. Him paying for me made me feel even more downgrading... He already makes me stand out against all these over dressed humans in this building. I nervously picked up my utensils, hovering them over the crispy rashers of bacon.

"But you want to eat it."

'I guess so you know because I feel starving...' I sighed heavily, stabbing my fork roughly into the bacon. I don't have time for talking right now seriously. I need to study.

"I guess so but still..."

I look up briefly. His eyes flashed dangerously, a smirk dancing on his perfect lips. My heart stopped and I bit my lip.

"Mr Tomlinson you know for a fact I will win this," he starts, before placing a piece of toast with egg in his mouth. He wrapped his lips round the metal, a perfect eyebrow raised. I felt the heat in my body raise about three hundred degrees. I breath hitched slightly, as I watched him. Why does a man so... Domineering. Handsome and arrogant have an affect on me? Why couldn't a boy like Liam turn me on? I swallowed. I watched him pull his fork from his lips. I watched them move as his perfect teeth chewed his food behind them. My eyes met his and I found myself blushing darker, the sparkle distracting. I watched as he swallowed, leaning forward. "I always get what I want."

His voice was rough. Oh my... I watched the corner of his lips turn up, before his lips parted showing his teeth. Yes... I think a agree. I looked down in defeat. His huff of triumph made my skin quiver. Sometimes I wish to pitch myself off of a cliff and... Leave this disastrous place and situation I've gotten myself into.

I started eating my breakfast, my eyes trained on my toast. I don't think I could bare him, sucking on his fork, sliding it slowly out of his mouth. My goodness. My mother would be scolding me for thinking of such things. As bad as they are I can't see myself not thinking them. For some reason I like thinking of them.

"You know? You are a very difficult person to figure out." He murmurs suddenly, causing my head to snap up. His green eyes locked with mine as he smirked. Oh he's good... He's very good.

"W-What makes you say that?"

He smirks again and against my will I shift in my seat. I distract myself by shovelling in my food. It was so hard not to reach over and touch him. He was like a perfect creation. In some respects that is. In others I think of him as a devil. I chewed, feeling his eyes burn.

"You don't give much away to me. When I want to know more you close me out." He said his tone low and rasped. I don't think it takes a genius to figure that one out. He's practically a stranger. I don't give to much away about myself anyway. Not even on my neglected Facebook page do I give that much information away.

"I'd rather not spill my entire life out to a stranger." I muttered quietly. I grabbed the glass of orange juice that had been untouched until now. I was feeling rather hot. He makes me incredibly nervous. I placed the glass to my lips. My eyes were glued on his. He seemed to be watching me intently. I swallowed the juice slowly. His tongue slipped out, licking his lips as he watched me making me nervous. I lowered my glass.

"I wished you'd tell me about you,"

I jumped when I felt something scuffling against my foot. I gaped looking at him. The dark smirk was simply intoxicating. I found myself blushing, as his lips twitched. I quickly placed my utensils on my plate, my hands falling on my lap. I fiddled with the table cloth.

"I-I um-"

I gasped quietly, as I felt his pointed leather shoe rub against the inside of my lower leg. My fingers clutched the table cloth, the blood running straight to my face.

"What was that?"

I tried to keep myself calm. His foot travelled slowly, higher up my leg. My breathing picked up slightly. I swallowed nervously.

"U-Um M-Mr Styles I-I really have to-"

I cut myself off as the point of his leather shoe brushed the front of my leg so it rubbed softly up the outside. From just below my knee down to my ankle. I watched him, as he rubbed his foot against my leg. He seemed completely unfazed by this situation. His green eyes were clouded, sparkling still. His lips kept twitching more wildly, telling me something. He... Was enjoying this.

"You keep stoping Mr Tomlinson," he started watching me as I bit my lip. I wished just to disappear. I could feel the point of his show slip behind my knee, causing me to jump out of my seat slightly. His chuckle filled my ears.

"Sensitive?"

I looked down. I could see the other couples and singletons staring at our table. I don't know what it is but my mind was swirling. Him touching me-NO! I nodded slightly. He chuckled a little more.

"Seems you'd be more willing, if I find places to make you scream."

Whoa... Goodness it's really getting hot in here. I pulled at the collar of my jumper, feeling his foot travel ever closer. I swallowed nervously. Getting the better of me I stood up. He grinned cheekily.

"I-I have to g-go. I have a-a lot of studying t-to do." I stutter out, about to make a move when I feel a hand clasp round my upper arm. I turned every so slightly.

"Mr Tomlinson. Do not just get up an leave." He murmured his body rather close to mine, his lips inches away from brushing against my ear. His breath tickled my neck slightly, causing a shiver to run most involuntarily down my spine. His fingers flexed round my arm. Whoa...

"S-Sorry."

"I find it very rude and rather disrespectful seeing as I spent money on you." He murmurs. I could practically hear the smirk. I gulped, trying to find a little speck of courage to speak back. Courage please fine me!

"M-Mr Styles I really appreciate e-everything-"

"Mr Styles you are needed at the office Sir."

Oh thank God for Stephen! I puffed out the breath I was holding, my chest loosening. His hand never left me, but I saw the dark glare he sent in Stephen'a direction.

"I will be there in a moment Stephen. Also... Have you booked the court yet?"

Court?

"Yes Mr Styles. Booked for Twenty Past Four this evening Sir."

I swallowed closing my blue eyes. Please just let me go? I have things to do. I have to get away... From this man who has too much power.

"Brilliant. Stephen! Pick Mr Tomlinson up here sharp at Four!"

I signed heavily. Then it registered. I stared at Styles in disbelief.

Why was he doing this to me?

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