Zayn.
It's Wednesday now, it's my third day as a secretary for Mr Horan
Harry has only come by once and I completely ignored him. Fortunately for me, he returned the favour.
I signed my name on Hella Heavy, putting it with my other signed stories. I'd done eleven since Friday and I was just stacking them up till I got twelve, which is now.
I got up and knocked on Mr Horan's door
"Enter" he called
I went inside the dark room and shut the door behind me, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dark before walking toward his desk and laying down the papers
"This is a lot"
"It's over a time frame of five days" I nodded
"Good, I'm impressed" Mr Horan smiled
He stood up, walking toward me.
He was a little smaller than me, but his hair made us look almost the exact same height.
"Mr Horan?"
"You're so beautiful Mr Malik" he whispered
"P-Pardon?"
"Tell me, are you happy?"
"In what way?"
"With yourself, your love life"
"Not at all"
"That's such a shame" Mr Horan said gently "because I'm very pleased"
"You are?"
"Indeed" he nodded "you've grown up into a very handsome man"
"I don't even have a relationship" I said
"Exactly" Mr Horan said "I'm thrilled by that piece of information"
"Why?"
"Because Mr Malik" he leant up to me "if you were in a relationship, I wouldn't be able to do this"
He held my neck, pulling me into a kiss. My eyes widened in shock before they closed, my hands holding his waist and my fingers curling to his back
Mr Horan moaned softly, deepening the kiss. He parted his lips and we began to pash in his office.
My hands jumped to life and started to slip down, my hands curving over his rump as I gave it a squeeze
"Stop"
I pulled away from his lips, my hands slipping into my pockets
"You are not to tell Harry of this" Mr Horan spoke "otherwise, you are fired"
I nodded
"Go and finish your work" he instructed "what just happened, is between only us"
"Yes sir" I nodded
I exited, hot and bothered. My pants tight as I tried to pull them loose.
I never expected myself to end up in a situation like this but now I have... Surely this won't be the last.
Harry. Mr Horan is seeing Harry, the man I loathe. But the jokes on Harry-fucking-curly-haired-Styles because his boyfriend just kissed me. Which means one thing... It's time for me to mess with his relationship the same way he messed with mine.
