Suited 》Harry Styles AU.

14. Anger Issues

Chapter 14: Anger Issues

I came awake with a start, more than surprised to find myself wrapped up in sheets and put away in a bed, for I had the faintest idea how I had gotten there.

The room was dim but I was able to recognize it as the one I had slept in the last time I spent the night in Harry's due to the elegant simplicity of the jade and white room and the shining touched of brass and copper.

After a moment of contemplating and trying to come to terms as to why I was in bed when I could remember falling asleep on the sofa, what I supposed was the truth settled in. I was put in bed by no other than Harry Styles himself. It had to be him, I thought.

I managed to disentangle the duvet from my clothed body, and literally crawled out of bed, grateful not to have an audience because every muscle in my body wept blood. I heard myself groan as I limped across the room.

The press of a button had the drapes swinging open to admit a darling view of the skyline. The milky dawn lights flowed in, the blinding light almost left me blinded.

I glanced over and viewed the red glow of the alarm clock and then reality hit me, hard. All the anger and annoyance I was meant to feel the night before came crashing down on me. I was in the house of a man that made me do the most unfriendly deed to a friend and yet didn't have the courtesy of showing up, a man that kept me waiting with so much worry in my house while he was away doing god knows what. To say I was pissed at him would be under exaggerating.

I was confused as to what to do. It was barely after seven which implies that I was late for work and the only way I knew out of this penthouse was through the front door but I knew I wouldn't make it out without facing Harry, something I wasn't looking forward to. But I had to dash out as quickly as possible and if I had to argue my way out, then I'mwas more than prepared to do it.

I quickly race my way to the dresser where my phone was situated. I found my shoes on the carpet floor and immediately assed down on the stool in front of the dresser. I try to strap my shoes on while fumbling with my phone to dial a number at the same time. I was about to call the only person that would be able to get me out of here in no time and I just hoped he wouldn't be mad at me.

"Hey, Niall."

There was shuffling in the background and it took a short while before he spoke up. "Lian?" His voice was husky and sounded tired and I knew my call just woke him up from slumber.

"Shit, sorry to disturb, Niall but can you do me a favor? It is seriously important." I whispered, trying to be as discreet as possible, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention to myself.

"Sure. What's up?"

"I need you to pick me up from Harry's, like now." I did feel bad for interrupting his sleep but he was the only one that I could depend on and the only one with a ride.

"Now? Li, is everything okay?"

"Yes...well, no, but I'll explain it all later, okay? Just try to hurry, please." I say, feeling more desperate than I sounded. Niall, being my only option wouldn't let me down, I hoped.

Quietly opening the insanely heavy door, I peeked out, finding there was no sight of a soul wondering in the hallway. I stepped out and closed it silently behind me, but wasn't very successful in the silent part. The fact that I didn't know my way around his gigantic home made it difficult to move around without getting lost but as soon as I spotted the flight of stairs, I was thankful I was moving in the right direction.

God, he was gorgeous. After making it down the flight without tripping, I found him in the living room with his phone pressed to one ear while pacing the room barefoot. He was dressed in a plain white tee and joggers, looking so effortlessly simple but yet elegant and breathe taking. It was not just that wonderful chestnut hair or the long muscular body, it was just the way he moved, the timbre in his voice, the aura of power that surrounded him that I've always been able to see.