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XI. Sexual Advances

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"I'm in love with you, (Y/N)."

Immediately after he said those words, you questioned it. "What did you say?" You asked in a quiet voice, looking up at him in disbelief.  When he didn't reply, you asked again. "What did you say?" You couldn't tear your eyes off his, and it looked as though he couldn't either. You soaked in the silence not realizing Harry was moving off your body. He slid off the bed, turning his back to you.

Your voice weakly said, "Come here."

Harry turned around to face you, but he didn't move from his place. Harry debated with himself until he finally moved away from the spot, sitting on the edge of the bed. You sat close to him, slowly reaching out to grab his hand. You whispered as you played with the rings on his fingers, "This is dangerous...you and me." You looked up at him, "You can't say that."

Harry moved his hand away from yours and scoffed, "You're acting as if I don't know that. I'm engaged, my company relies on the marriage with Layla." He moved off the bed and said in a rough tone, "And if that means I have to fire you, I will."  He swallowed hard, "I don't need you. I need Styles Records to be successful--I'm not letting some assistant  take that away from me."

You didn't buy his act. 

You moved off the bed, stepping in front of him. You cupped his cheeks, inspecting his glazed emerald eyes. You can see tears brimming, on the edge of breaking out. They shone brightly as you spoke with soft words, "You don't need to act around me Harry...you don't need to say such cruel words to try and push me away..." Your brushed your nose against his and whispered, "because I'm not going anymore." You caressed his cheek, looking up at him. 

Harry stared at you for a while, an expression you couldn't read. He then slowly leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. What turned into a gentle kiss escalated into a sloppy one, you felt Harry's arms wrap around you, pulling your chest close to his. The way his large hands explored your body sent goosebumps up your spine, making you whimper under touch--the front door opened, making you both simultaneously jump apart from each other. 

Niall stepped in, his eyes widened. He frantically looked over his shoulder and whispered violently to you, "Hide!"

Harry grabbed you by the arm, stuffing you into the nearby closet. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, making the movements casual. He shut the closet door but hadn't noticed there was a small crack opening. You peered through the crack, watching Harry casually button his shirt up while Layla walked into the room after Niall. Layla rolled her eyes at Niall, "I told you to wait for me." She looked up, "What are you doing up here? The party's downstairs."

Harry replied calmly, "I'm tired."

"It's 10 at night." Layla said, getting suspicious.

"I'm tired." Harry repeated in a stern tone, staring at her.

Layla stared back before suddenly break eye contact, "Fine. Have you seen (Y/N)?" She asked, testing him.

"Are you ensenuating I'm her babysitter?"

"I'm suggesting that the both of you disappeared at the same time, and that you could be together." Layla looked around the room, "Perhaps in the closet?"