CEO // Harry Styles

4

"You two know each other?" He snarls, an accusing ring clad finger pointed surprisingly at the blonde Irishman who still beholds me in his suit coated arms. His fingers were thick, and long, and the vulgar gestures I'm sure were done with a particular finger made me hot and breathless without a touch on my skin.

Frantically nodding, I flinch under his apparent harsh gaze, hoping to evade the wrath for which I'm unsure why I'm receiving.

This was Niall's cool boss he always spoke of? I would have to ask him later.

"Yeah, mate! You know Addie?" He questions, eyes whipping between the two of us in hope of an answer.

The body language is profusely different between us. He stands, tall and collected, awaiting a wrecking ball to sweep him away into the large glass windows, while I crumble beneath the focus locked on my face.

"Yes, I do." He growls, and I swear fangs are determined to elope from his tight gums. "And you do?" He has really nice teeth. Maybe he would have a nice smile too. If he was ever happy.

Realizing the promising body language as our limbs connect loosely, I retract myself from his hold, my feet bounding behind me until I reach a distance that's safe.

"Of course!" He grinned, his smile reaching his eyes, as he showed off his white pearls brightly. Gosh, when he had crooked teeth.. "We've known each other for years!"

"Was it your plan to have a reunion located inside my office?" His voice was low, and gravely, in the most sexy, alluring way.

"Oh Styles, Lighten up!" He jokes, arms put up in front of him in defense. The grin his face wore made me queasy. He was really asking for it, the shape of my widened eyes proving.

"I will not hesitate to fire you Horan." He declares astonishingly. The lock of his defined jaw, and bright green eyes contrast, as he holds the annoying grudge against the blonde man.

"Still uncanny, Mr. Styles," he teases, eyes light in amusement.

"Still unprofessional, Mr. Horan." His eyebrows are raised, slightly deflected from his amused eyes. My mouth is agape from their exchange. The faint smile on his face is breath taking, and I wouldn't believe you if you told me he could become any more attractive.

Where does this joking, fun loving man coming from? Where is the self loathing asshole?

"Excuse me, Miss Bronx? I am right here." Styles calls me name. How does he know my surname?

"Excuse me?" I echo.

"I am a self loathing asshole?" He questions, eyes hard as stone. Did I really just say that out loud? My cheeks flame, and my dominance I try to achieve is long lost in the desperation my eyes hold to end the murderous events. "I believe you should elaborate your thesis." What does that even mean?

No words come out, as I stand dumbfounded, in-between two businessmen, both of which have eyes set on me, awaiting an answer.

I'm aware of the stares I'm receiving when I turn around to walk out, but a voice beats me to it, as I have my hand inches away from the silver handle. "Mr. Horan I would assume you would not have an issue leaving the room for a moments time?"

I whip around, my hair thrashing in the wind the open window provides. My pleading eyes meet Nialls, giving him a stern look. He disregards it completely, as a swift step towards the door, and a quick kiss on my cheek, leaving me alone with the CEO himself.

"Don't be too much of a self loathing asshole," Niall teases over his broad shoulder, obviously unaware of the damage his lips cause. His left eye drops in a wink, and with a quick turn of the wrist, he flicks the door closed, with a loud boom, echoing through the empty space of Harry Styles office.