the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 45

i woke up with harry next to me today and i can't help, but to just stare at him before waking him up with the sound of me throwing up to the floor. before throwing up more, i ran to the bathroom and shove my face down the toilet. harry quickly came and held my hair up while sighing and telling me to not drink too much next time.

now here we are having a breakfast at my apartment since it's sunday and no one works on sunday. except for harry and his friends sometimes though.

"eat your vegetables, scarlette," harry orders.

i roll my eyes, "okay, daddy," i answer before realizing what i just said with both of our eyes almost went out from it's sockets. "no-no! i-i-i didn't mean that!" i stutter in panic.

"darn, for a second you gave me a boner, babe," he smiles before bursting of laughter with that beautiful voice of his. he plays with kenzo above his thigh.

my cheeks reddened, "not funny."

"you blush easily," he looks at me, smiling with his eyes crinkling. "and really, this generation is so fucked up. our kids will probably have to call me 'bro' or some shit." this time, i laugh really hard.

"our?" i ask. "have you been planning?"

"yup," he drinks from his cup. "i am going to propose you one day and we will have the ceremony at a satanic church."

i almost choke on my drink and look at him in total strange, "what the fuck?!"

"then we can sacrafice our children to the devil." he shrugs easily before taking a sip from his cup.

"how many of them?" i ask.

"three," harry shows me three fingers up. "two boys, one girl."

"and we're going to sacrafice all of them?" i ask in disbelief.

"all of them," harry repeats before starting to laugh again.

i shake my head at him in amusement while he tries to control his laughter. it wasn't that funny to be honest since it's our children and he's planning on giving them for sacrafice, but seeing him laughing seems so content and not an everyday thing.

"you aren't funny, styles," i roll my eyes while chuckling a little bit. "and what's with all the creepy jokes?"

"you wanna hear my knock knock jokes?" he asks suddenly.

i immediately cringe and remember the ones from his journal before replying, "you know what, i'm good." i smile politely.

"oh, come on, scarlette! i'm funny," he says.

"have you heard yourself?" i ask with my mouth agape.

he glares at me before clearing his throat, "what is the name of your ex from last night?" he asks.

i stare at him in confused as to how he suddenly changes the subject in three hundred and sixty degree. "jacquezz. why?" i answer.

"i don't like him," he seeths.

"i know," i nod slowly.

harry sighs, "i really wish i'd punch him to death last night."

usually, i would berate at him, but this time i wonder why he didn't do that. "why didn't you?" i ask.

"i do not want to ruin your night, babe," he says softly. the way he says babe always gets me everytime. "that was the first time you spent some time with your colleagues."

"they were really fun," i nod at him, smiling while chewing.

harry stays silent while watching me eating. as uncomfortable as it seems, i like it. i like the way he stares at me even though it would look rather scary if i didn't know him at all. i like the way he tilts his head sometimes while trying to recognize what i'm trying to do and i like how nothing gets pass him.