until the end; narry

three

Theme Song: Disco T*ts- Tove Lo

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and a smell of bacon and eggs downstairs. Zayn cooking? Very unlikely of him.
I take the time to have a quick shower and go over everything that happens last night. Harry is very attractive but I do not like the way he decided to approach me.
The long shower was a good decision. My muscles were tight and tired. They feel much better now and so does my mind.
I trot downstairs and sit at the island table in the kitchen. " Morning, Ni." Zayn says as he flips and omelette to cook on its other side.
" Morning, Z. Thanks for cooking." I thanked.
" No problem. I woke up at 6 so I figured why not. Oh and by the way, you got a phone call a few ago but I think you were in the shower." Zayn states.

" What? From who?" I ask as I prop myself up on my elbows. " I didn't wanna answer your call, but they didn't leave a message so I don't know."  Zayn places the omelet on a plate in front of me.
" Alright I'll be back." I say as I run to the living room and pick up my phone I left on the coffee table last night.
call from unknown
" I don't know an unknown number." I say as I call it back.
" I knew you would call back." The voice says on the other end. " Who is this and how did you get my number?" I ask. "It's Harry. The one from the grand opening." He says.
" How'd you get this number." I ask slightly annoyed. " You work at my fathers building. Of course I know your number." Harry chuckled.
" God damn employers list.." I grumble.

" So when can I see you again?" Harry asked.
" When I feel like seeing you." I say sarcastically. Who does he think he is?
" So were playing that game?" Harry asks with a sly tone. " What game?" I ask him.
Before I knew it he hangs up in my face.

" Who was that?" Zayn asks from the kitchen, mouth full of food. " Harry Styles." I reply as I walk back and sit at the island. Zayn almost chokes on his food. " What the hell, why?" He asks. " I don't know but he's being very pushy about meeting up and I don't know if I like it. I thought I wanted to get to know him but it's kind of iffy now.." I confess.
Zayn gave me a worried look. " Remember not to get involved with him." Zayn says as he finishes up his plate. I barely touched mine. Harry is making lose my appetite.

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" Hey guys." I greet my friends at the front door of the Styles Company. " Hey. You're extra early." Louis says as he sips his coffee. " Yeah. I heard Harry gets here at the same time I do so I'm going to save myself some pre-work frustration." I shake my hair out.

" Well. I gotta head up." Zayn starts heading towards the elevator. " Yeah same. See you guys tonight maybe?" Liam says. " Yeah that can be arranged." I say. Lou agrees and pats me on my shoulder. " See you man." He walks the other direction and I'm alone.

I walk into my working area and see Harry talking to a representative. " Great..." I mumble and sit down. This magazine needs to be edited and I haven't even finished the front cover.
Stressed out, I take a sip of my coffee knowing it was going to be a long work day.
I feel a hand touch my shoulder and I almost choke on the sip I took. I turn to see Harry Styles with that stupid cheeky grin of his.

" Morning, beautiful." He says a little quietly. Does the office not know that Harry is a gay man? I guess he's not openly gay. But I can understand since his father is the owner of a very famous modeling company, he wouldn't want to ruin his reputation.
   " Good Morning, Mr. Styles." I say over my shoulder after clearing my throat. My work continued as he tried to get my attention by squeezing more firmly on my shoulder. " You and I both know that you don't have to call me that.." He says in his low voice. " Well in the work place, I will call you that." I say typing on my keyboard. I could tell he was getting a little frustrated, but with himself. I suppose he's used to men falling easily into his arms.
" Hey, How about we meet each other for lunch today. I know this really nice place around the corner." He tries to persuade. I let out a long sigh and look over my shoulder.
   " I suppose. But lunch and lunch only. I have a lot of work to do." I say. His grin appeared to get wider. " I'd have to disagree." Harry says.
" Excuse me?" I question. What is he talking about?
" Let's just say..I might have..Lightened up your schedule just a bit." The cheeky grin returned.
I turned in my chair, facing him completely.
" For What?" I almost shouted. " So you could have time to go to lunch with me." Harry says and leans on the other side of the desk. " And how did you know that I would say yes?" I ask a little arrogantly. " Who could possibly pass up less work?" Harry smiles and throws his hands in the air a little. I held back a smile.
  " You know you can't give me special treatment, Mr. Styles." I whisper. " I'm the boss' son, I can do anything." He says slightly slipping out of the room. " Lunch at 12, love." He winks.
" Don't call me-" but he was already out of the room.