Suited 》Harry Styles AU.

36. Expectations

Chapter 36: Expectations

"You know you're a shitty liar, Emiliana." Harry states simply.

I sigh, turning to look at him. He had a frown on his face as he stared at me, a pen rolling between his index and middle ring clad fingers. He was now relaxed on his seat, his gaze intently fixed on me, making me very much uncomfortable.

I shifted in my seat and placed an escapee strand of hair behind my ears. I take my eyes away from him and continue staring out the window but I don't feel his gaze shift from me for even a moment. He just keeps in staring at me adding a self-conscious feeling to the uncomfortable one I was currently having.

After a while of staring on his part and me, nervously tapping my heel clad foot against the floor, I give into whatever the hell he was trying to achieve and turn to look at him, not hiding the frown on my face.

Much to my surprise, Harry grins, a charming and dimpled smile that was capable of dazing any woman. He sat upright, pen still rolling between his fingers and smile still plastered on his handsome face, and even though I could dwell on that smile for weeks, my frown remained constant, wanting to know what he found amusing when I'm totally pissed at myself.

"What?"

"You are too easy, love," he says cheekily. As much as I wanted to roll my eyes at him, I refrained knowing how the action irritates him. "What's wrong, Emiliana?"

Now it was my turn to smile, not a happy smile though, more of a sadistic, 'I can't believe this' smile. "You know, it's funny how anytime you ask me that question we always end up arguing. And right now, I'm not in the mood."

And it was true, every time Harry asked that question, he was always the reason behind my ire. He was also the one that would put me in a better mood even if I do tell him what was wrong with me or not. He had his way of making me forget and I cherished that a lot.

But right now all he did was smile and I find myself getting aggravated by it. I don't find it as refreshing as it should be probably because I'm pissed, I could only wonder what he was so enthusiastic about that had him smiling.

"You know, we would not argue if you just tell me what is bothering you," he says simply. "And you do not seem to do so often."

This time I don't refrain from rolling my eyes at me. "I would tell you but it's none of your business, Harry." I say wanting to be anywhere but near him.

I stand from my seat, instinctively pulling my shirt down, looking for anywhere I could escape to just to get away from him. I notice a door down the hall and I just assume it was that of the toilet and start walking towards it.

But as always I don't get through half of the journey because Harry Styles doesn't skip a beat before wrapping his hand around my waist, stopping me from moving. I don't try to escape from him, I just stand there allowing him to breath down my neck.

Harry's grip on my waist was tight as he pulled my ponytail away from my neck, exposing my skin to his view. I know very well that the love-bites I had gotten from yesterday were still very evident on my skin and I could only shiver when I feel his fingers running along my neck, trailing the purple spots on my skin.

His fingers trailed gently along my skin, touching gingerly every spot where he left his mark last night. Even though they were sore, his fingers felt very electric on my skin, every touch making me shiver in pleasure.

"What's bothering you, Emiliana?" he asks lowly, his hoarse accent sending shivers down my spine. "And do not tell me it is none of my business because I want to make it my business."