CEO // Harry Styles

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VOTING AND COMMENTING PRESSURES ME TO UPDATE FASTER AND TWEETING ME WILL HAVE ME UPDATING THE SAME DAY!

"Adelaide." He coaxes. "Good morning." His voice is heavenly. Only he isn't an angel. He's the cryptic devil.

"Um... Morning." I croak. How long was I asleep? I can barely speak.

"Harry!" A feminine voice interrupts. The gorgeous women with lilac locks, and a slim figure speaks. Who the hell is she? "She's gorgeous! Is this Adelaide? Shit! I knew she'd be cute! Good job Haz!" She grins. "A lot prettier than the other girls you bring back." She rambles. She clasps her hands together in joy.

He talks about me? Who is this woman? Is she one of his ex lovers?

"Lou." He stresses. His eyebrows are pulled apart, stretched out by his thumb and pointer fingers in exasperation. "Please continue preparing breakfast. I'm sure Adelaide is hungry."

Before he can finish speaking, two arms engulf me in a warm, greeting hug. I like Lou. Her scrawny arms wrap around my torso, squeezing me just a bit too tight.

"Lou!" Harry finds his voice once again. He was staring at our exchange questionably and shocked. "You are going to squeeze her till death. I would prefer my date isn't strangled." His mouth is set in a grim line. Date?

Lou releases me, giving me a grand smile. "I'm Lou!" She greets. Her grin is infectious.

"Adelaide." I squeak. I'm no good at introductions.

"I know. I've heard so much about you. Harold over here doesn't shut up about you." She winks in the devil himself's direction.

"That's enough Louise." The morbid tone sends chills down my spine. I stand up straighter. It has no effect on the others in the room as I search.

I nearly forgot about Shawn. He's been so quiet.

What's he doing here in the first place? I thought he was a waiter? Surely him and Styles couldn't have made amends.

I realize I'm staring. The blond hair, and overly plump pink lips. They look like fish lips. My subconcious snickers.

"Adelaide, would you like to join me in the library?" Styles suggests. LIbrary? Knowing Styles, I can imagine the endless classics he must possess. Lord. My heart is set on seeing Wuthering Heights in his collection. I don't picture Styles as a substantial reader.

"I'm quite famished.." I reason with pleading eyes. I want to know more about Shawn. I have a feeling that's going to be the last thing the CEO will have hopes of discussing.

"It wasn't an offer. It was an order." He informs me. Sassy. Has Louis rubbed off on him?

He takes my large hand in his, standing up from his chair. Crossing the room in an instant.

"That was rude, Harold." I lighten the mood with the name Harold.

HIs lips twitch. He stays stationary. Bastard. "Harry, slow down."

He smiles finally. "Harold, Harry? I believe you have a mix of names for me, Ms. Bronx." He teases.

My heart stops. His smile reaches his eyes almost. It's a beautiful, rare sight. I have a feeling I'm lucky to have seen it.

"Would you prefer I called you Ingrid?"

His nose wrinkles. "Where on earth have you found yourself coming up with that name?"

I jerk my hand in his. The strong grip he holds on me not allowing me to escape. But my point effective, he stops. I laugh. "Haarrold, slow down. I can barely keep up."