Harry Styles Imagines

06 - Mine (au)

PERSONAL IMAGINE

MINE

                                                  Angrily, I turn around in my chair and stare at the computer screen. How dare he flirt with other workers in front of me? I risk a glance from the angle of my eye and see him still looking at her as if she is his world, a half smile on his lips which makes women go crazy. And the woman he has a conversation with is almost drooling all over her desk as she speaks with him.

 Harry Styles is my boss and I'm his secretary and indeed, we are in a relationship albeit secretly. He didn't want to tell it the whole office because he doesn't want his employees to think that I might have advantages from being his girlfriend. Nevertheless, some employees do know that Harry and I have a thing going on since steamy things have happened too many times in his office between Harry and me.

 But even though our serious relationship is a secret in the office my beloved boyfriend has no right to flirt with other girls nor even to look at them the same way he looks at me. I feel the urgency to pull at the woman's hair and make clear that he is mine.

 Then again, I can't really blame her. It is not my fault that her boss (and still my boyfriend) is incredibly attractive. Especially when he wears a suit and his muscular chest strains against his shirt and how he licks his lips or how his fingers run through his soft hair...

 I decide not to pull at the woman's hair but on Harry's patience and self control. If he can flirt with other woman, well then I can flirt with other men, too. I stand up from my office and pass Harry without looking at him.

 I enter the office of another male employee who asked me out way too many times and still does. Of course, I always reject him since I already have someone else to go out with but this time I will change my answer. Harry hates this man, not as a worker but as human being because he dares to flirt with me. I often had to listen to how much Harry hates this guy because he asked me out again so I know what kind of an effect it will have on my boyfriend.

 "Hey John." I greet him and lean a bit forward to place my hands on the edge of his desk, "I wanted to ask if we could go out for lunch?"

 "We? You and I together?"

 "Yes."

 "No one else comes with us?"

 "No, only you and me."

 "Yes sure, I'd love that!" He exclaims happily and I giggle as he hastily grabs his jacket and his wallet. We leave his office and I see Harry looking at the both of us. I take the opportunity to turn around and grab the collar of John's shirt.

 "You look incredibly hot in this suit." I tell him and John slightly opens his mouth, not knowing what to answer. From the angle of my eye I see Harry walking over to us. John takes my hands down and swallows when he sees Harry with a serious face.

 "Where are you going, Miss?"

 "Oh, I was just about to have lunch with John, Mr.Styles." I reply innocently. Harry grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him and away from John. I try everything to hide my smile but it doesn't work.

 "I don't think so," He tells me and then turns back to John, "And you, Mr.Walker, can take someone else out for lunch. She's already...busy." Harry growls and pulls me with him into his office.

 Harry slams the door shut and locks it. It feels as if the room temperature rose and my breath quickens but I'm satisfied because I got what I want. A jealous Harry.

 "What the hell were you thinking when you flirted with this John guy?" Harry growls and pushes me against the edge of his desk, "You know how much I hate this guy. Fuck, I hate him so what for God's sake was in your mind? Touching him as if you are his."

 "I thought that he looked really hot in his suit."

 "You did, yeah?" Harry says and places me on his desk.

 "I still think so," I tell him and look up to see Harry's green eyes which are burning with jealousy and anger, "How his muscles strain against his suit." I say and run my fingers over the fabric of Harry's suit, feeling his muscles tense.

 "You have no right to think about other men like this, not as long as you are mine."

 "Am I still? Or have you already found someone else? What about the woman at the reception? Or rather the new employee? I caught you staring, Harry," I tell him and my fingers unbutton the first two button of his shirt, "Those women have to drive you crazy with their short dresses."

 "They're not," Harry says and leans forward, his forehead pressing against mine, the tip of his nose touching mine but our lips aren't, "You're the only one who is driving me crazy."

 "Then why are you flirting with all these other women?" I ask, bringing a bit of seriousness back into our conversation, "I hate it. I hate to see you staring at some other woman's ass. I hate it so much."

 "I love you, only you," Harry says and kisses me roughly, his fingers gripping my thighs to pull me closer, "You're mine, baby, only mine."

 "And you? What are you?" I ask, desperate to hear that he is mine just like I'm his.

 "I'm yours." He says and I bury my fingers in his perfectly styled hair only to ruin it. My red lipstick is losing its colour because Harry's lips are kissing mine too rough. His lips wander down to my neck and further down to my chest, leaving a trail of kisses. The word 'mine' is mumbled against my skin and I feel as if I'm in heaven with his lips kissing every inch of my burning skin.

 "I love you so much, baby." Harry whispers, his thumb sliding over my bottom lip before he proves me that I'm only his.