the ceo - h.s. [au]

chapter 47

"good morning, scarlette." i hear harry salutes as i try to gather myself after just waking up.

i sit for a while, trying to open my eyes fully just to see harry walks out from his walk-in closet shirtless, carrying two suits in each of his hand.

my mind quickly responds and stare at him blatantly all the way up and down, but unfortunately my eyes stuck on his perfect abs and two birds tattoos on his chest with a cross necklace tangling around it.

"fuck this," he throws the suits away and sigh.

"what's wrong?" i ask, sitting up from his bed.

he takes a seat next to me, staring down on his lap as i rub his back. "i'm not going to the office today. i will take care of everything from here. i'm tired," he mumbles at the end.

"it's okay, take your time," i say softly to him.

"it is not her that i am stressing about, scarlette," he turns his face to me, staring deep into my eyes.

i nod unsurely at him, "i didn't say anything about her, did i?"

"it's just," he sighs, pausing, "i do not want you to think like it is."

"i don't," i shake my head, smiling at him. i get up from my seat and take his hand, "come on, i'm starving."

as we reach the dining room, everything is set neatly above the table. even when we just got out from harry's room, i can smell the delactable pancake which only made me felt so eager to taste it.

we sit across each other and devour our food silently since harry doesn't like to talk much when he's eating. besides, he has this unreadable expression, thus i don't know wether or not he's thinking about something. the guy keeps chewing his food while staring at me all the time, making me want to squirm under the dining table.

"stop," i berate.

he swallows his food and take a sip from his cup of coffee, "why?" he asks.

"it's making me nervous."

he smirks, "from the very first day i met you, i realized you got nervous very easily."

i smile at him, feeling giddy because he observed me. "yeah? what else did you realize?" i ask.

"you are childish-"

"stop calling my childish!" i groan.

"i have not finished, baby," he says and i wanted to burst into tiny little pieces when he called me baby. "you are a very clumsy person and it reaches my nerves sometimes. you got panic easily when it comes to me especially on your beginning of internship -- you tended to avoid me. everytime i touch you or intertwined our hands, your hand gives you this huge reaction that shows how flabbergasted you are. when i first kissed you, your body got hot and vibrated like it's on flame." by now, every blood cells on my body run wild and i'm pretty sure my face is as red as tomato.

"is that all?" i ask.

he arcs an eyebrow, looking challenged. "no," he says. "you are a kind person, scarlette. i'm not saying this just because you are here with me, but from the way i see you from the very start, i know you are a kind person. you look like someone who would push their ego aside just to see people happy and i will not be pleased if something abysmal happened to you just because you put other people first."

i nod at him slowly, smiling shyly. "i thought you hated me back then when all the hideous things i did is just to get you to talk to me. the first time i met you, i like the way your ash brown hair falls, thus i asked you if you were new at the office just to make a conversation that turned not really well. when i was being rude, you talked back to me and i hated that because no one dared too, my anger increased when you threw my pen to the bin, but that still did not stop me from wanting to talk to you." he explains with a very serious face.