CEO // Harry Styles

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"Shit." I gasp.

"What?" Dammit Niall. Do you have to have immaculate hearing? "What's wrong, Ads?"

That nickname hadn't been used in so long. But here I am, swooning over the memories of high school when that was my given name.

I'm shaking. My hands tremble. The possibility of my phone falling to the ground and shattering picks up with each twist and jerk of my wrist.

I'm coming to get you.

Would he really travel all this way to come get me?

I'm in no danger, but Harry has strange ways to show his affection. Was this affection?

He is such a confusing man. One minute pushing me into a wall, and giving me quite the show, the next sending me daggers and my ex best friends mothers wedding.

I wonder if the wedding is still in action. My mind wanders to the people there. Did anyone pick up on the group of adolescents strange behavior?

Did we cause a riot I was unaware of? Or did every single guest have lack of observation?

My mind is wandering, and I hadn't noticed the phone that slipped through my fingers. It lays on the ground now, but I don't have the energy to pick it up.

My phone is faced down. I'm unaware of the screen had cracked.

I pray silently it hasn't. I don't know if I can afford a new one.

Suddenly the inevitable thought of living alone after Louis' actions creep into my mind. Where will I live?

Images of me at Target, buying crisp white dishes for my new apartment seep into my head. New York is not a cheap city. The apartments are bare, and expensive.

Louis was a luck of the draw for a roommate. He makes much more money on the dollar than I do. Damn gender inequalities.

When I met Louis, we had both been looking for a possible roommate. We'd discovered our two salaries put together would be a glorious mix.

This was years ago, and since then we had put together a comfortable abode that fit both our needs and blossomed a inseparable friendship.

Or so I thought.

When I come back into focus again, my phone is no longer on the floor. It's in Niall's hands.

His face holds a cold expression as he stares at the screen.

"He's not picking you up," are the first words out of his mouth.

"I'm sure he knows your address." I tell him, and he panics slightly. He tries to cover it with a grim smile. "He can easily access it through records. You work for him." I explain.

He visibly relaxes, and I want to ask him what his deal is.

"Let's go to bed, yeah?" I immediately agree. Tonight has been a long week. It feels that long anyway.

My muscles are tense, and if I wasn't so tired I would take Niall's offer of shower he presented me with earlier.

"You can take the bed." He tells me. We do this constantly whenever I come.

I roll my eyes. "We always do this." I laugh.

"Take the damn bed, Adelaide."

"You always get the bed, why change tradition?" I argue. I bit my lip to conceal my smile.

A devilish smirk comes upon his features, and one of two things is about to happen.

Option number two is revealed when Niall charges towards me.

I squeal, telling him to put me down, even considering I'm not in the air yet.

He kneels down quickly. His strong arms wrap around my legs, and he hold me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

I laugh loudly, as he holds me close to him. He runs, causing a ruckus so early in the hours. I pray we don't get a noise complaint from the neighbors. Then I remember his place is twice the size of mine, and half the size of Harry's. He doesn't need to worry about that.

"Put me down!" I shout. I'm smiling so big.

"Never," he evilly chants. His grin is wicked, and so is his actions and he tosses me on the bed.

I hope he doesn't tickle me. He's still smiling big, and I expect it.

But once I cover my middle, he moves fast towards the door. I sit up in the bed. "Niall James Horan don't you dare!" I threaten.

The door is shut, and makes a boom in its wake. "You arse!" I complain. I pound on the door.

Niall's couch has never been for comfort. Only for style. He's gotten a new flat, but not a new couch. The thought irritates me.

It's itchy, and hard to grow accustomed to. I barely want to lounge in it!

"Have fun on the couch I shout," I know he is on the other side of the door, holding the handle. I hear him laugh, and it proves my assumptions.

"Have fun in the comfortable bed." He shouts back to me.

A knock of the wall next to us surprises me, but silences my quiet laughter. Niall shuts up too.

They don't say, or make any further sounds. I jolt into laughter seconds after he does.

"You bloody idiot look what you've done!"

"Me? It seems I wasn't the one squeaking to be put down when a mate was only trying to be nice."

A knock on the door silences our short banter.

I laugh, "dammit Nialler look what you've done."

I can hear the shift of the door knob, telling me he has let his place of puppy guarding.

The main door is unlocked, and I can hear an intake of breath. "What are you doing here?" An angry voice fills the air. I'm shocked when I realize it's Niall. He's never been an angry person.

"I'm here to get her." Fuck.

Fuck.

The voice I've tried to avoid. Why is he here?

The text was obviously not an empty threat. He's here, and he's come to take me away from the warm confines of Niall's bed.

Now I stand wishing it was management of the building here to tell us to quiet down, or to give us a warning.

"She's not coming with you." Niall grits. What's got him so worked up? "I know what you're doing."

What?

"You do not know anything. Do not be a nosey shit." I gasp, and leave his bedroom to hear more clearly.

I couldn't have possibly just heard Harry Styles swear, and warn another human being violently.

"Ah, it's the girl of the hour." Both heads turn to me.

"Just who I've wanted to see." He puts on an innocent smile.

What game is he playing here?