CEO // Harry Styles

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"Excuse me?" I stand there in shock, and disbelief.

He let of a grumble, more like a growl. "Adelaide. Come back to my flat with me. This is not up for discussion."

"I don't want to go home with you."

"Do not lie to me!" He booms. Hands twisted at his sides.

"Take me home. Take me home now. We will not stay up all night making midnight memories if that's what you assume."

"Adelaide. I told you specifically, this is not up for discussion. Now come back to my flat."

"Stop being such an asshole Harry! Fuck. Why do you insist me staying there huh? To have the opportunity of sleeping with me? It's not gonna happen pal." I seethe.

A uncontrolled grin quirked up upon his plump lips. What? Why is he smiling? I want to kiss him. A lot.

"You just called me Harry." His smile turning up just the littlest more.

"That's all you got from that Styles?" His smile is quickly replaced with a frown. Shit. Harry Harry Harry. If I want to see that beautiful smile more often I'm gonna need to stick with his first name. Harry.

He may have distracted me, but I'm not done yet. "That's really all you fucking got from that? You infuriate me! You chose someone that's not even a point of interest to address, and I'm not okay with that!"

"You're cute when you're angry." Oh my fuck.

"You're maddening! Absolutely fucking maddening Harry Styles! You won't be the anchor to pull me under!"

"We're going sailing?" He taunts. He is never playful. Instead of becoming even more pissed off, my body reciprocates his actions with a childish grin. This may only happen once, and we're not going to be fighting when it happens.

"Fuck you Styles." I tease, eyes alight.

He moves towards me more. "I'm gonna call my driver, now I don't want you to move." And in a very Harry-unlike move, he bopped the tip of my nose, quickly walking away from the rocky scene unfolding.

He's so rude. He's also beautiful. Charming, and breathtaking. When you stare at his perfectly sculpted jawline it's worth more than Der Schrei der Natur's work of art.

It's funny. His painting is so similar to the actual man standing ten feet from me. The permanent scowl etched on his face. But so different.

The Scream looks scared, and scrambled, while the CEO stands calm and collected before everyone else.

I fear the day I get an earful from Styles... Harry.

"He will be here in 5." His voice authoritative. He kept his distance.

"Fuck." I remembered. "Tonight I have plans with Louis." I think aloud.

My fingers immediately twitch in my hand, leaving crescents into the skin in their wake. Dammit.

"Harry I have to go." I plead. I don't see why though. I'm a grown adult, and suddenly I've fallen under the spell of a businessman?

"Okay." He takes me by surprise, and the assault on my palm momentarily stops. I grin as we leave the check to the annoying waiter still standing by us.

"That's great. Thank you, I..." I'm already halfway out of the restaurant. My keen sense of direction moves me out the door, well before Harry who takes his time with a smirk on his face.