Club 09 (Narry)

Eleven

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The longer it took for us to get to that 'more private place' he mentioned, the more nervous I became. The man formerly known as Jason was walking a little bit ahead of me whilst we made our way through the hallway I had just passed moments ago.

I didn't think I would have been back so soon, but that was apparently my reality. It was hard not to do anything stupid or clumsy, as I am usually not very good with awkward situations, but I tried not to let my nerves get to me and followed the man in front of me as quietly as I possibly could.

Once we passed Chelsea, I could see how his tensed back relaxed. He smiled and greeted her politely before turning around.

My mind hadn't registered yet what was happening and I crashed right into his front. Since we were already walking rather close to each other, I didn't expect a sudden halt, so therefore I couldn't stop in time. I quickly apologised and I could see him rolling his eyes at my clumsiness, but he didn't comment on it. "Stay here, I need to cancel something first. Don't touch anything, don't talk to anyone, I'll be back in 5 minutes," he told me instead.

I already knew he didn't have a lot of confidence in me, that he didn't trust me a lot, but I did find it quite frustrating the way he made me feel like I was a small child when he demanded me to behave.

It's not like I could protest or something, so all I did was nod and bite down on my bottom lip to keep me from doing anything that could possibly piss him off even more.

"Good." He turned around again and walked up to Chelsea's desk. They were too far away for me to be able to hear what they were talking about, but that didn't stop me from trying to decipher what was said. I could see his lips moving as he talked to Chelsea. His arm came to rest on the desk and he smiled brightly at the woman who only nodded back with a smile just as bright. She looked down to her keyboard and started typing before she shook her head amusedly at something he told her.

As they were talking, I couldn't help myself but to wonder what his position in this building was. I couldn't judge on his clothing style, seeing literally everyone in this company seemed to be wearing suits and fancy-looking dresses, but for as far as I knew, that could have been my only clue.

To be quite fair, I didn't even know much about the company itself and the different positions and jobs there were. All Alex ever talked about was his own job and the job I would be getting if I were to work at the company, which is being his assistant. And then of course I knew Chelsea's job, but that's about it.

Alex's company was so different compared to where I worked. Neither the bar nor the club I worked at were in any type or form comparable to this building. You could easily guess who's job it was to be a bartender or who cleaned up the mess people made at the bar. Even the bouncers at the main entrance on each special occasion were dressed differently than the other workers. But at the company where Alexander worked, all I could see were suits, suits and fancy dresses. Literally everywhere I looked.

It seemed as if whatever the man needed to arrange, was done, when Chelsea nodded at him to which he replied with something assumingly joking. Chelsea waved her hand dismissively after that, but the smile on her face was still visible.

When the guy turned back around and faced me, I pretended to just look at the walls around me, hoping he wouldn't know I was looking at their conversation the whole time.

"Now that's finished, please follow me," he instructed, placing his hand on my lower back to push me into a walking pace.

The rings around his fingers made little imprints on my skin. I could feel the coldness of them seeping through my shirt and making contact with my body. If I hadn't had any self-control, I would've probably moaned at the feeling of his large hand spreading over my lower back, almost covering the entire space.

We walked up eleven bloody staircases until we finally, finally¸ reached a hallway with at the end a large see-through glass door. I followed him, not saying anything yet until we reached the door and I could read what was written on it in blurry letters.

When he was about to open the door, I stopped him which made him look back at me with a raised eyebrow and an annoyed expression. "What?" he snapped.

"I don't think we have permission to enter this room," I said, clearly remembering Alex' last name being Styles.

On the door was written "H. Styles", meaning this was Alexander's brother's office.

The man turned around to face me and crossed his arms over his chest whilst giving me a pointed look. "And what makes you think that?" The way his deep voice sounded so incredibly dominant made me feel shivers run up and down my spine as I could feel my cheeks heathen up a bit.

Honestly spoken, I didn't really have a plausible argument for why he shouldn't enter the room. All I could think about was the name Styles. That in itself would make me halt my actions.

He leaned against the opposite wall, closest to the door and gazed at me, a hint of a smirk placed on his face. "Do tell me, porn star, what do you think my name is?"

I looked around the hallway, hoping to feel less caged and put on the spot. To be honest, the guy could literally tell me any name he wanted and I would probably believe it, seeing it worked the first time, too. But when you're put on the spot like this, it's really difficult to come up with an answer right away, as if I knew all along what his name was.

Luckily for me he ended my suffering as he stared at me to see my reaction.

"The name is Harry Edward Styles, but you're always welcome to call me Mr. Styles."

//AUTHOR's NOTE//

Hey guys!

I tried so hard to make this chapter good, but God was it difficult. I really struggled with the ending. I have literally searched the internet for half an hour to find other names to call a dominant male, but I couldn't find anything that I personally liked. And yes I did think of Daddy or whatever, but I believed it was way too early for Harry to say that, and thereby, this isn't even a dominant!Harry story, so like, no. I just wanted him to say something that would make him look superior to Niall, seeing that is his goal in general for now.

I feel like I'm giving way too much detailed information on how I tried to write this, I apologise.

ANYWAYS, I hope you enjoyed this chapter as always!

Question: Did you see this coming?