the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 27

we didn't go back to the hotel after that. we just spent times together at my apartment; cuddling, watching, eating chinese takeout. harry has this soft spot that i'm craving for because you can't see it so often and i'm glad i could enjoy our time yesterday. he picked me up this morning with his bmw so we can go to work together and i can't help but smile everytime i remember the fact that he asked me to be with him yesterday.

"stop pinching your hand, scarlette. you are going to hurt yourself," harry snaps. the words from my head vanished as i look at him up and down. "is something wrong?"

"no," i shake my head. i just thought i was dreaming... "what time did you go home last night?" i ask.

"after you fell asleep. you were snoring like a pig," harry smiles.

"i did not!" i say in shock.

"you did, babe," he laughs and my face heats up in embarrassment. "i was just kidding," he ruffles my hair.

"are we going to be like this at the office or...?" suddenly the question pops out from my mouth.

"why not?" harry asks back. "i mean, i want everyone to know that you are mine now."

"i'm yours?" i ask, feeling happy.

"yes," he smiles, leaning to kiss my cheek and neck.

"stop, you're driving!"

"i use a seatbelt, scarlette. unlike you, you will die first."

"shut up!" i chuckle at him.

"can you check the backseat? get the folder behind." he says.

"alright," i turn around, trying to reach the map but then i see an iphone box above it. "you bought a new phone?" i ask, grabbing the map.

"that's for you, scarlette. do you have to be so oblivious about everything?" he rolls his eyes, sounding annoyed. "you should have been flabbergasted and given me a kiss on the lips."

"chill out," i look at him in strange. "how should i know if that was a suprise." i sigh.

"i dropped your phone yesterday for God's sake and where is the kiss? i'm still waiting."

"i will not kiss you, you broke my phone." i put the map on his thigh.

"is that so?" harry arcs his eyebrows, looking at me. "put the folder back, i just wanted to suprise you. but that obviously did not work."

"yup," i childishly say. "anyways, thank you for the phone, mr. styles."

"i hate you," he sighs.

"the feeling is mutual." i smile to myself.

"i will make your life miserable today."

"can't wait."

"don't wait, sweetheart. that would be like waiting for your final day on earth."

can't stop with the bickering contest, harry pulled the brake in front of the hotel lobby. harry steps out first as i garner my things and take my cup of coffee.

"good morning mr. styles, mrs. silverstone," the valet man tells us once we're about to enter the hotel.

"morning," i smile back.

"do not stare," harry scolds at him. the guy cowards away, ducking his head. i just roll my eyes and continue my walking, leaving harry behind.

i wait inside for a couple of seconds until i hear harry's steps behind. "why did you leave?" he approaches me.