the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 7

at seven o'clock in the morning, i got a phone call from harry saying that he's in front of my door, waking me up from my sleep. with questions floating around my head, i tie my hair up, wash my face and brush my teeth then lazily walk to the door, still in an oversized t-shirt and shorts.

"morning?" i ask, once i've opened the door, looking rather confused as why he's here in the morning, wearing rather casual clothes like he's not going to work today. his hair looks so puffy and i really want to run my fingers through there just by seeing it.

"i've heard about louis," he says. i arc an eyebrow, waiting for another sentence because i honestly don't know what to say. "sorry about him," he sighs, running his hand through his hair, stepping into my appartment.

"well..." i trail, "i'm fine with it."

"if you are, you would not go home last night, scarlette."

"i was sleepy," i answer hurriedly, "and tired, and offended," i shrug.

"and you said you are fine with it," he nods, staring at me with those intense, shining green eyes.

"you know, the entire time i was there, i didn't do much either. it was such an idiot move for me to come."

"i invited you, and i wanted you to come," he frowns.

"why would you?" i ask in confused. "you know i'm just an intern, right?"

"what's so wrong for inviting an intern?" he snaps, clenching his jaw.

"because we barely know each other, you oftenly yelled at me at the office and suddenly, out of no nowhere, you asked me to come to your father's dinner just to threw me to your friend who apparently likes to make fun of me!" i was about to yell, but my body is still tired.

"i did not invite you for that! i thought coming here was a good idea since we had a nice talk the last time i got here, but i obviously thought wrong!" he yells. and if i recall, the last time he went here was when he suddenly left with no apparent reason.

silence comes and all i can see is a frowning harry, a metre away from me. his jaw are tensed as he clenches his hands to a ball of fist next to his tall body. his eyes get darker everytime he snaps and shout. all i can think about is what patrick has said to me about harry. how he always puts his work first, how he always seems so stressful and how he gives no fuck about girls.

"were you the one who bought me the soup?" i ask, voice softening.

"i did." he answers with no hesitation at all and i'm shocked just by hearing those two words coming out from his mouth.

"why?" i ask, tilting my head, confused all over myself.

"because you were sick, scarlette," he furrows his eyebrows at me as if i'm an idiot.

"but you said-"

"from niall," he cuts my off. "i was afraid i would look like a total fool."

"i thought you dislike me..." i trail.

"yes, i do." i throw my hands in the air, listening his answer.

"you're frustrating, harry. do you know that?" i sigh.

"and you are infuriating, scarlette. do you know that?" he shots back.

"what are you even doing here?" i ask.

"to say sorry about louis, but you clearly did not accept it."

"he should be the one who say sorry," i curt my mouth.

"louis will never apologize, scarlette. i have known him since we were little," he frowns.

"then why should you?" i ask.