CEO // Harry Styles

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I'm cackling, and I haven't laughed this hard in a long while.

"Jesus, Nialler. You didn't?"

"Oui! She did! Almost pulled it right off!" He laughs his attractive, contagious laugh.

He recalls a story timed when we were apart, telling me about a rather attached females departure after a night in the sheets. Need less to say she was more invested in the one night stand than he was. She wanted more.

I want more with Harry.

I shake my head, and continue laughing with Nialler.

"How much longer is the ride going to take?" I groan. "This road is endless."

"And so is my love for you." He wiggles his eyebrows. His look is suddenly so serious, and I'm taken aback momentarily.

My jaw drops at his suggestion. He then bursts into laughter once again, and I punch his firm bicep, amazing myself when it's hard.

Niall and I had a past, that was obvious. But those days in college were long lost in the friendly laughs, and sibling like love we shared.

It's hard to picture the Irish mans hand clasped around my waist present day the way I imagine Harry's.

Harry.

It wasn't a rough breakup, it was completely mutual. We had our fun, though. Amusement parks, picnics in the park, and long drives to unknown destinations while I tugged on his hand begging to be let in on his secret place.

He was the most gentleman like, caring boyfriend a girl could have. And some woman will be utterly grateful to have him in her life someday. But it happens to be that I am not that girl.

"This isn't another mystery destination, like the old days, is it?" I ask out of curiosity. I don't remember his home this away. I had just been her a month prior where I had left some of my belongings.

"You'll appreciate it." He winks. "Just jokin' about, Addie. I've moved to a more luxurious location."

My body floors. Niall has always been attractive. But now his featured have matured. His adorable crooked teeth have been worked at to a perfect smile. His eyes have become an oceanic blue, and his jaw is becoming more defined.

His height is almost a foot taller. Not as tall as Harry of course, but gigantic to me.

"I was just at your home." I explain, recalling the weeks prior to staying at his flat after a long night of partying.

"Don't worry, your items are at my flat." He tells me, and offers me a smile. "I hope you don't mind, but I washed them."

I smile at him largely. "Doing my laundry for me? I appreciate it," I laugh at him.

Wilderness pass on us the streets. The pretty evergreen color reminds me of the tent I had put up in my backyard countless times during summer break. The oak stake held the triangular work together.

"Nialler, we've been driving for hours." I whine.

"Only for about fifteen minutes, hush." He teases me. Meany.

"How much longer?"

I always pester Niall, and he pretends to get upset about the ordeal I've caused.

He rolls his eyes as expected. He pretends to grunt, and puff out air, making the face of a punk gang leader. Tough, and all, for the dyed hair, blonde Irishman with a goofy laugh.