the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 6

monday comes so fast and i have to go back to the office. my flu is getting better since harry brought me the soup and i've taken a bit of medicine to calm it down.

i put my things on my desk and go to niall's office just incase he doesn't know that i'm working today. i also want to thank him about the soup. who knows there's still a kind boss nowadays? i'm still suprised he bought me a soup just because his new intern called in sick. but. i'm not that flabbergasted though knowing he's a kind guy.

i make my way to the elevator and see harry standing at the back, with both hands shoved into his trousers pocket. he's wears a blue sky shirt, folded all the way up to his elbow, carrying a black coat on his other hand. he looks really good in a bright color, but what can i say? he can be dressed in a cheerleader uniform and still looks good than the cheerleader themselves.

"get the fuck in," he snaps, making me stop staring at him. "i do not have everyday." i blink my eyes and step into the elevator.

"morning, mr. styles," i break the silence. he just nods at me.

i take a glance at harry once a while, waiting for this elevator to work faster as i can see him furrowing his eyebrows at me since the second i set my foot in and i'm starting to get uncomfortable by it. he should stop staring at people like that. i know he has never been stared at by someone so intensely for so long --since no one dares too-- but at least he should've known that it's inappropriate.

"today is my father's birthday, would you like to come?" he suddenly says. i gasp at his question.

"what...?" i squint my eyes, "t-today?"

"yes, today. it will not be big. just dinner with some people."

"who else is gonna be there, sir?" is this guy even serious?

"his business friends, niall, my pals also their parents."

"do you want me to come as an assist-"

"guest," he interrupts my question, "i want you to come as a guest."

"i-" i actually don't know what to say because harry styles just asked me to come to his dad's birthday dinner! "-i don't think i have anything to wear, mr. styles." i can't come! the guest will probably think that i'm one of the maid at his house. "besides, there are lots of important people so i don't think i will be needed there."

"finish all your works before four and come to my office, scarlette." right when he finishes his sentence, the elevator doors opens and harry walks out before i can answer his statement.

he left me in shock with questions all over my brain. should i come? does he only invite me or has he invited the other workers also? sighing, i make my way to niall's office and knock on the door until he says come in, i press the passcode and open the door to step in.

"scarlette! you're back!" he cheers.

"good morning, mr. horan." i smile at him, "just want to check up on you. is there anything i can do for you?"

"actually," he stands up from his chair, "no, but i need your opinion," he frowns and walk to the sofa, beckoning me to follow him. "so i have this dinner tonight," he must be talking about the one harry was inviting me, "my mother wants me to wear this new red bow tie that she bought for me, but me, on the other hand, just bought a cool silver bow tie that suits really well with my suit."

"what color is your suit, mr. horan?" i ask.

"black. the one that you picked at the laundry," he reminds me.

"well, if you want to be seen classy, red goes with it."

"right," he nods, rubbing his chin. "red it is."