Chapter 7: It Wasn't Really That Bad
"Ms. Andie, Mr. Styles is waiting for you." Delilah said. I can clearly picture her out smiling.
"Tell him to go away!" I ended the call. I continued reading the documents when a knock interrupted me.
"Come in!" Really not paying attention to Delilah entering.
"Hi Andie!" My head shot up when I heard the familiar thick accent.
"Where's Delilah?"
"Hello to you too. She's outside. Why?" He plopped on the vacant chair near my desk.
"Who told you to get in?" I glared at him.
"You!" He rolled his eyes. I raised my eyebrow to question him. "You told me to come in." I rolled my eyes at his attitude.
"Well you can go now!" I focus back my attention to the paper.
And the next thing I know, I was pulled out of my seat. He's really not taking a no for an answer.
I was already on my feet. His hands are still on my waist. Our height differences was an advantage to him. He was just a few inches tall but he's still towering over me. He was grinning and I just wanna punch that grin away. I pushed his body. He was quite strong. He stumbled a bit.
Still standing close to me, he grabbed my wrist. I didn't even got a chance to complain. He was really serious about dragging me out of my office. Delilah waved us goodbye and then gave me a thumb-ups.
If looks could kill, she'd be dead by now.
The walk going to the lift was quiet. I don't want to argue with him. Plus, I'm really hungry.
We got inside and he was smiling at me. I looked away and stared at the metal wall. I didn't know metal walls are interesting. It's metal-ness is.. impressive?
The silence was unbearable.
All of my dignity went out the window when my stomach grumbled. Good timing! I felt so humiliated right now. I wish that this lift would just crashed.
I looked at the corner of my eye; Harry was holding back his laughter. His face was now red. He's breathing was unsteady.
The nerve of this guy! I was shooting daggers at him. This is really embarrassing. I punched him lightly below his ribs. He wasn't expecting that since his face scrunched up.
Ha! You asked for it mister!
"That hurts!" He whined and pouted his lips. Cute!
What? Whoa! Hold it right there!
"So you think I'm cute?" He smirked. I looked down.
Shit! I just said that out loud? I feel my cheeks turning red. I'm really embarrassing myself right now. I don't like this.
"You're so adorable when you blush." He giggled and poke my cheek. He's clearly mocking me. Asshole!
"Shut up!" I growled. The doors opened and I got out as fast as I could. Thank God! Another minute in there and I swear I'll lose my mind.
I stopped at my tracks and faced him. I crossed my arms and watched him jogged towards me. His curls were bouncing and I find it kinda amusing. He's smiling, again. His dimples were now showing. Show off!
"Where are we eating?"
"I thought you don't want to have lunch with me?" A smug smile was plastered in his face.
"Answer me right now or I'm gonna leave you!" I replied, my voice went a little louder.
"Calm down!" He calmly draped his arm around my shoulders.

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