the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 15

after harry made a phone call with his doctor that day, they moved him to the hospital. it's been four days and i still haven't visited him. what can i say? it would be really awkward and strange. i still don't know why he went to my apartment looking like that either. i'm curious of course, but i don't think i have any right to put my fingers in.

"i haven't seen mr. styles around, where is he?" i hear alex says.

"probably some business trip." sarah shrugs.

"well, whatever that is, just keep it longer. the office seems calmer without his appearance." alex curts his mouth. and as much as i want to snap at him, i hold it. i know he's being yelled by harry the most this lately, but he don't know shits.

"or maybe he's...sick?" i join the conversation. only recieving alex's laugh.

"wow, a scary man like him got sick?" alex scoffs.

"he's a human, alex. shut up," sarah rolls her eyes. alex raises his hand in surrender.

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after doing several paper works, niall called me and asked me if i want to visit harry at the hospital. i was debating myself at first but i did accept it anyways just because i still am curious about his conditions. niall also told me to bring a couple of files from harry's desk that has malik's name on it so it's gonna be the first time i go to harry's room alone.

once i step in, the fresh cologne engulfs my nose as my eyes roam around the room.

cartier.

he uses cartier and i know it because it also happened to be my favorite parfume, so technically, i know the smell.

i walk to his table to search for the file. it's only been four days and the paper works have gained so much, making me have to look at the each file's name carefully but not long after, i found the malik's name between the paper stash. although i have to leave after i got the file, i'm still curious about harry; about his life, his personality and his mind. so i open one of his drawer, only to find another stash of papers.

darn, this boy sure works so hard.

my hands go through all the files and see a brown leather journal at the bottom of it. the journal is not wrecked, but it looks like it's been used so many times. it has some words covering the front view and some doodle around it.

should i open it? i ask myself.

i take the journal, flipping it back and forth until a polaroid pic slips out of it, falling to the floor. i bend down, picking it up and see a picture of harry with a girl on their graduation coats. his hair was curly, it was swept to the left and it makes him look more charming. the picture was taken candid because the girl was laughing at harry while harry tried to hold his laughter too by smiling. his dimples are showing and i've never seen him smiling so bright like this before. i flip back the pic and see a neat handwriting at the bottom of it,

(2009) finished high school with this chipmunk - savannah grabell.

curiousness engulfs me as i open his journal and go through a few pages. i know it seems wrong but so many things from harry makes me want to know what he was or is like. suprisingly, his journal is only filled with loads of lame knock-knock jokes, making me have to hold myself from throwing it into a huge flame. i open a random page to slip the picture back in and find a letter written nicely on it:

i didn't go to the prom today, i had some business to do. it's saddening me of course, but my future comes first. what angers me is the fact that i could not see her for the last time. she got mad at me. i know why. i just don't want to be blamed on. i know she is right. everything that comes out from her mouth is right; that i am selfish, infuriating-