the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 18

harry: i am downstairs. hurry up.

me: huh? what are you doing?

harry: setting this building on fire.

harry: of course picking you up.

me: you can come up you know?

harry: then open the damn door.

it's only half past seven and i'm already confused by harry's messages. i tilt my head to the side and walk to my apartment door to open it, seeing harry standing in front of me with his phone on his hand.

"you said you were downstairs?" i ask.

"yeah, i was," he says and walk in.

"what are you even doing?"

"have i not tell you?" he asks back.

"you have, but what for?"

"you ask so many questions, scarlette. can't you just hurry up?" he snaps.

i walk to my bedroom to grab some clothes and get ready in the bathroom. i still can't stop thinking about what ensued last night; about harry darn styles kissing me on the mouth. he acts really normal today when i thought today was gonna be awkward between us. it was the best payback i could ever ask for and i'm looking forward to help him sometime soon so i can get another beautiful payback.

"tie your hair up," harry says when i walk to the living room, still buttoning my shirt.

"what? why?" again with so many questions.

"you will look better on that outfit if you tie your hair up," he says. i shrugg casually, walking to my bedroom to grab a hair tie and put my hair into a messy bun.

"you look great," harry compliments me when i got back. he stands up from the sofa and intertwines our fingers to lead me out from my apartment door.

my heart almost bursted out from my chest, flabbergasted by his sudden touch. this is really strange! first he picked me up, he complimented me and now he intertwined our fingers together? i shouldn't even be thinking about it right now because patrick's words are on repeat on my mind about how harry doesn't give any shits about girls.

on our way to the hotel, my mind is filled with so many things. harry, works, especially the kiss. i want to ask him why he kissed me, asides from the payback thing. i want to know what he felt when he kissed me, i want to know why he suddenly cares and i want to know if he has feelings toward me although i know i can't expect much from him because his action is so sudden and i can't let myself fall into it.

this is frustratingly more complicated than logarithm!

"can you just spill anything that comes to your bloody mind?" harry snaps, obviously getting tired with my sigh. "if you wanna know, ask."

"it's just-" i pause, sighing again. "it's nothing."

"spit it out!"

"why did you kiss me?" i blurt, closing my mouth right after.

harry stares at me for good five seconds and answers, "why did you kiss me back?"

"i asked first."

"i asked second," he retorts. "why? was it not good?"

i'm taken aback by his question. was it not good? it was fucking fantastic!

"so?" he asks again.