Styles Towers.

You bring me home

Authors Note: Hey hey!! Here is part 3!!! It is a bit of a filler chapter and a bit of a sweet one, kinda. I hope you all enjoy it! :) xx
Rated M for Mature audiences.

|| You bring me home. ||
|| Elise. ||

I sit in the office, taking a moment to migrate my eyes away from the bright screen of the computer and to just breathe and relax. I have a meeting in forty-five minutes, a meeting I am not prepared for, but I am going to give it my all. There is something about being in a room full of man and having to pitch ideas to them that puts me on edge. I feel out of place, even though I shouldn't, part of me also feels like they don't take me seriously until Niall glares at them or starts to speak. He tends to save me when things get tough.

Niall ruptures through the door with an exasperated appearance with Anastasia right behind him. "Elise, what's wrong with Harry?" I glance at the two of them, entirely amused how I tend to perpetually observe them one behind each other, it's almost as though they're attached at the hip—like Harry and me.

If only they'd just openly make matters official. It has been long enough, they're not fooling anyone, we all know they're a thing or that they're fooling around.

Anastasia attempts to grasp Niall subtly but it doesn't work. "Honestly, what's his problem?" Niall crosses his arm fiercely, something I have never witnessed before.

I'm not even sure I want to get in the middle of this crossfire.
"I'm not sure, why?" I challenge, glancing towards the time, noticing how Harry hasn't texted me at all this morning, as far as I knew, he was still sleeping.

"He's being a complete ass, I called him and it was like I was talking to a bitter asshole, he reminded me of Logan."

"He's still not feeling good, he was up most the night in pain. Cut him some slack,"

"I'm trying but I've never heard him be such a prick. I have dealt with him for a long time, been around him when business deals have gone south, when clients have fucked him over, and never has he been this much of a prick,"

"Niall," Anastasia interrupts, "she's still your boss and his wife," she murmurs firmly, attempting to draw Niall back but he's too overly heated. I don't blame him, he's probably overly exhausted from working and having to deal with Harry while also dealing with me, probably isn't easy.

"I know he's a handful right now, just bear with me, okay?" I sigh, unsure of what to really do at this point.

I just want a day of relaxation, no issues with business or Harry.

"He told me if I don't have everything done by tonight and land this client in our meeting, then I'm no longer a partner and I'm fired."

"Okay, that's not going to happen, he's speaking out of pain and anger," I shake my head, assuring Niall he is not going to be fired.

"All because I called to check up on him and he got mad because he can't play golf on the weekend with me and a lad," ... "A fuckin' golf game, Elise," Niall grunts, unamused by Harry's meagre outburst.

I am not defending Harry's upheaval, but I can't say it wasn't expected, I was honestly just waiting for him to snap. He is confined to the walls' of the house and is forced to find ways to entertain himself without doing all the things he used to do effortlessly on a daily basis. He can't just go for a run to clear his head and he can't just jump into the business world.

He isn't the kind of guy who works well with being relaxed and on his own, he periodically requires to do something or someone around him to keep him occupied. Netflix can only entertain him for so long before his mind starts rattling.