the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 39

the year has changed and now we're back at the hotel to work our arses off so we can live. since niall hasn't came, harry asked me to come to his office. we didn't come together today, but i saw him at the lobby when he came looking more stressful than usual. so now i'm on my way to harry's office with his christmas gifts because i just got back to my apartment two days ago.

"i know i'm the shittiest gift giver, but can you at least pretend like you like it?" i ask him, once he's opened the box.

"it is okay, scarlette. i need a new journal, anyways. thank you," harry kisses my right cheek.

for the christmas gift, i give him a new journal clad with black leather and an i-1 polaroid. i know they're lame but i don't know what i should buy him when he can literally buy anything he wants.

"i want you to write things; things that matter, things that make you happy, things that are bugging you or anything without any lame jokes inside," i say. harry nods at me in intense as i continue, "but i don't know though, that's your journal," i shrug. "for the polaroid, i want you to be able to capture beautiful things around you whenever you feel relaxed. you probably have already enough cameras, but- fuck, do i look like a clown in there?" i ask. my explaination got cutted because harry took a picture of me with the polaroid all of a sudden.

"no," harry innocently says, taking the film out from the polaroid and shake it a little bit.

"there are twenty films of them-"

"and i want to waste it on you," harry cuts again.

"no. beautiful things only," i remind him.

"can you get me a tape?"

"what?" i ask in strange. "alright," i sigh. i walk to his desk to find a small tape inside a drawer and hand it to him.

he takes the tape and and cut it with his teeth. he opens the first page of journal and tapes the polaroid result there. i stare at my ugly picture, wanting to protest, but just remain silent and continue watching what he's doing. after making sure that the tapes are already sticking, he grabs his silver pen from his pocket suit and write 'scarlette' at the top of it with cursive letters.

"what- what are you doing...?" i ask.

"when you said you want me to write about things that matter, the first thing that came into my brain is you. so i am going to write about you, scarlette," harry says to me. "your name is the title."

should i burts into tears or should i burst into tears right now?

"you're," i pause, "you're something else, harry," i smile, blushing like crazy.

"i know," harry shrugs. i just give him a glare, he chuckles. "come here, babe," he opens his arms for me to hug. i embrace him into a hug and he hugs me back tightly.

after the hug, we continue to talk about anything that comes to our mind and it doesn't feel like a work day for me. i thanked harry again for the christmas gift; one louis vuitton's palm springs mini backpack because cole told harry i've been craving for that and the other gift is a box filled with so many poetry books because cole told him that i love reading something poetic.

true though, i love reading books like that, but now i barely read anything since i graduated from college. i usually read them at the end of semester and after making sure that i've done all of my tasks.

"how come i found a pack of condoms when i opened the louis vuitton box?" i ask harry. it's tru! when i opened the box, the first thing that caught my eyes was that pack of condoms.

"are you serious?" harry asks, sitting straight.

"yes," i laugh.

"it must be louis," harry sighs. "he accompanied me to buy the gift and i told him to carry the lv box while i carried the books that i bought for you. that little fuck, i swear." i laugh harder when harry finished his little story.