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CHAPTER 23

Harry Styles

I had a massive headache the minute my body regained consciousness although had no clue where it happened. I was on a couch of some sort, in the dark so not much made sense. When I sat up, I noticed my shoes were no longer on my feet, my blazer was on my legs and worked as a blanket. My stomach made a strange noise and it felt empty. When my phone went off, the screen was so bright that it caused my eyes to hurt and also light up the room a little. I turned on the torch and realised that I was in a meeting room of some sort. I couldn't have been at my building, though, because I didn't have a couch like this.

With a sigh, I leaned back on the couch, my legs stretched out as I unlocked my phone. It was ten pm which made me wonder how long I was asleep for. It kind of cured my drunk ass, I didn't feel intoxicated anymore but I wasn't completely sober, either. I had texts from Niall but I wasn't in the mood to reply to him – or anyone, for that matter – so I just clicked out of my messages and turned the torch back on. I had to find the light switch or something because I was fed up of being in the dark and also not knowing where I wa...

I was at Kensington's building.

We fought and then I fell asleep.

"Oh, god," I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose with my eyes closed. I could only fucking imagine the stupid shit I said to her, not that I wanted to. Imagine those things, I mean.

I wondered if she was still here and then I remembered that she usually stays late therefore the chances of finding her increased. It was still strange to me that she spent so much of her time here when she must have had a place herself and could have worked from the comfort of her bed. Then again, it was likely that she just didn't want to take her work home.

Just as my hand wrapped around the door handle, I felt it move down and then the wooden piece was almost shoved in my face.

"Jesus," I mumbled as the sudden movement scared the life out of me. The bright light from outside made me squint and I placed my hand above my eyes to use it as a protector.

"Mr Styles," the assistant, who I had ran into before, called my name and cleared her throat.

"Miss... Jones, right?"

"Yes. I was just checking up on you before I leave for the day," she told me. The fact that she was here after five o'clock was maddening to me. I never kept my assistants longer than five. "How are you feeling?"

"Like absolute shit, Miss Jones," I told her honestly. "Where can I find Miss Kensington?"

"She's in her office. She's currently taking a call therefore I wouldn't interrupt her. Should be done soon," she informed me. She was on the phone to someone at ten pm? Did she really do business at this time? "It's... personal."

"Huh?"

"The call. It is personal. Judging from your facial expression, I could tell you thought it was work related. It is not," she made it clear. "However, please don't mention this to her. Miss Kensington doesn't like it when people get all up in her life."

"Yeah... tell me about it," I forced a laugh out. "Could you please show the way to her office? I don't quite know the way."

"Of course," she nodded as she took a step back and I followed her. "It's just right there," she motioned for the massive doors. One side had an R on it the other had a K on it. Renleigh Kensington. What a little fucking cocky bitch. She truly went all out with her building. She had her own lift, fancy doors, all this high-tech security... kind of made me feel like mine wasn't good enough.