Chapter 4

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A/N
Soo yeah just a tid bit of role play there for ya....don't know how you feel about it but there it is 😘 lemme know what you thought ALSO I'm doing a shout out to whoever sends me ideas for who I should cast as Willow and/or Dakota.

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I woke up to soft, satin sheets and rolled over ...to find an empty bed.
"Harry?" I called but received no answer.
Climbing off the bed, I pulled on the business shirt he wore last night and padded across the cold floor.
"Harry?"
The whole apartment was silent ...until I got down the stairs and I could hear him very clearly.
I approached the patio door and slid it open.
"No! That's not fucking acceptable...you're not doing your job! I will call back in 1 hour and you had better have news that makes me rethink whether or not you're qualified!"
He slammed the phone onto the table and buried his face in his hands.
His back rose and fell, as he attempted to calm down.
"Harry?" I spoke tentatively, from the doorway, assessing the situation before approaching him.
When he looked up, to the sound of my voice, his facial expression was worlds different from the angry scowl that it held just seconds ago.
"Good morning, Angel." He said, with a smile that made me melt.
I walked over to him and he pulled me into his lap.
"Why are you up so early?" He asked, checking his watch and seeing that it was only 7:03.
I sighed, "I wasn't planning on you being home today, so I have to work."
He pouted, "but Saturday's my day." Pulling me against his chest, he kissed my forehead lovingly.
"I know Baby," I cuddled into his chest, "you were suppose to be in Orlando but you're not."
"And do we remember why that is?" He asked, squeezing my ass slightly.
I mumbled, "because someone's a control freak." under my breath.
"Excuse me?" He gripped my chin and made me look up at him, "what was that?"
"I said because someone...loves me." I said, batting my eyelashes.
He chuckled, unconvinced. "And someone is asking to be bent over this table."

"I would love to." I pecked his cheek, "but I must be off, I have to take a shower."
"You can take a shower here." He suggested, refusing to let go.
"I would love your company but I'm gonna be late."
"No, please? I'll behave! And you have clothes here!"
I glared, half heartedly, at him, "someone's being clingy."
"I missed you." He defended, "and it doesn't count as being clingy if you're mine."
"I missed you too." I leaned forward and kissed him, slowly.
"Babygirl, please?" He whispered into the kiss.
"Alright alright! But I still have to go!"
I climbed off of Harry's lap and headed up the stairs, feeling his gaze travel down my body as I went.

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Harry was on the phone again, when I came down the stairs and pulled on my heels.
Even when he was angry, he was absolutely adorable.
Pacing back and forth and running his fingers through his hair.
I shook my head and turned to the mirror, before he caught me staring.
Finally he hung up and I heard him come back inside.
I grabbed my coat and walked over to give him a kiss.
"I'll see you at ...4ish." I leaned up to kiss him but he glanced down at my outfit.
"I don't remember purchasing that...?" He arched his eyebrow at my outfit.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes, it was just a pencil skirt and a silk button down.
"That's because I bought it."
I said, struggling to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.
"Obviously without telling me ...go change." He shook his head.
"Harry! It's fine! I'm gonna be late!"
"It's far from fine! I'm already pushing it just by letting you work there with your creep of a boss! The least you can do is cover what's mine!"
I always preened under his possessiveness, but this morning I really was going to be late!
"Harr-" I was interrupted by Harry's phone blaring his ringtone.
"It's my mother," he picked it up and swiped to answer.
"Go change." He mouthed, giving me a warning look and turning around to go take his call.
No! I have seventeen minutes until I'm officially late for work! So i will just ...deal with Harry later.
While Harry's back was turned, I bolted for the door and made it into the elevator without issue.
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"You're late." Richard, my boss, commented as soon as I stepped into his office.
"I know, sir! I'm so sorry." I said, "traffic was horrible."
He waved it off and handed me a stack of folders.
Scurrying back to my office, I opened my laptop and sat the folders down.
Before I could do anything my phone pinged! And I reached into my purse.

Harry: what are your lunch plans?

To Harry: I think I'll be pretty busy, just grab some salad.

Harry: don't be ridiculous! I'll bring you something.

To Harry: I missed you too but not necessary. Xx

Harry: I'll be there at 1. Xx
Groaning, I dropped the phone back into the bag and focused on my work.

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Running my fingers through my hair, I opened the third folder and began scheduling appointments.
*knock knock*
"Yes?" I answered, not bothering to look up.
"Willow."
I looked up to Richard, leaned against the door frame.
"Yes sir? Can I help you?" I asked, respectfully.
"Oh, no! Just wanted to see if you would like to go grab lunch with me?"
I fought the urge to roll my eyes , how many times to I have to answer this question??
"Actually, I'm pretty swamped...I think I'm gonna grab something quick to eat here...but thank you so much for the offer."
"Oh c'mon! My schedule can wait an hour."
I went pale, glancing over Richard's shoulder.
"Really...I think I'll just eat here." I repeated, hoping (for his sake) that he gets the hint.
Harry crossed his arms, behind Him and gave Richard one more chance to just walk away.
"You sure?"
"She's pretty certain." Harry said, his voice cold as my boss turned around.
"Oh, afternoon Styles."
"Humphrey." Harry said, blatantly glaring.
"What are you doing here?" Richard asked, still leaned against my desk.
"Bringing my girlfriend her lunch...that she plans on eating... here...with me." Harry answered, glaring daggers.
"Oh, alright." Richard finally took the hint and stood up. "See you later Willow." He waved, before walking back out.
"Thank you." I smiled, getting up and reaching for the bag that smelled so good my stomach was growling.
But Harry pulled it back.
"What is it?" I pouted, causing Harry to raise his eyebrows.  "What? Richard? I said no and he left."
Harry chuckled, shaking his head. "No, we'll discuss that later." Harry sat the bag down on my desk and turned back to me, "more pressingly...I would like to discuss your choice of wardrobe."
I froze and suddenly remembered sneaking out this morning.
"It's very nice." Harry mused, "but I seem to remember requesting that you change before leaving the house ...which you clearly did not."
I took a step back, "I didn't have time."
"So you waited till my back was turned and then snuck out without saying goodbye."
He sighed, leaning against my desk.
"I'm confused...didn't we just have a conversation yesterday about obedience?"
"Harry I-" he cut me off
"Did we or did we not, young lady?"
"We did." I answered, glueing my eyes to the floor.
"So ...why the hell are we having to discuss it again?" He asked, crossing his arms.
"I am ...sorry." I didn't know what else to say.
He sighed, "I don't appreciate this ."
"I know." I glanced up.
"But I know you'll make it up to me at some point." A small, cheeky, glint of amusement could be see clearly in his eyes.
I breathed a sigh of relief but Harry just chuckled and stood.
"You'll make it up to me, so I'm not gonna stay angry but that doesn't change anything."
"Wha- Harry!"
He walked behind me and locked the door, "over the desk."
"I'm not bending over my desk!" I exclaimed, blushing at just the idea.
"You can bend over it or I'll bend you over it."
Swallowing my pride, I hurried forward and bent slowly over the desk, "Harry-"
"Since you turned that dick down for lunch... I'll leave your skirt on but you're still getting 10 and I don't want to hear a noise until I'm done."
Closing my eyes, I nodded.

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