CEO // Harry Styles

18

His annoying smirk is burned into my memory.

I hate the way his multi million dollar cars leather seats warm my bum from the cold winter air.

"Are you warm enough?" He asks.

"Yeah." I answer bitterly. I'm trying to stay mad at him, but the determined, sexy undermined look he's portraying right now is making it extremely difficult.

Why he chose to come to Niall's house with an attitude, practically dragging me out is beyond me.

I don't think I'll ever forget the bitter words exchanged by the two men.

"You do not know the things I am capable of, Mr. Horan." Harry threatens.

Why would he fire Niall for trying to protect me? This is strange. The boys are both acting so strange.

"Your intentions are deceitful." Niall hisses. "I know what I heard in that conference room, you.." I can't hear any more. The door from the bedroom is too thick of a barrier. They sent me back to the bedroom so they could sort through their problems.

Which really meant they didn't want me hearing shit. Which this door has done a horrible job of.

"What are you going to do when she finds out hm?" Niall spits at him.

I'm annoyed I can't hear enough of their conversation to put anything together.

I'm still sitting on the floor by the door to the hallway in my pajamas. I'm not sure if I should change or not. I'm unaware of the outcome of this situation.

"I am taking her." Harry calmly tells him. I can almost imagine the irate expression building on Niall's features.

"Fuck. Fine, but if one thing happens to her, your company will be shit, and so will your face." Niall warns.

"Why the hell am I in your car right now?" I ask after the longest silence I've experienced this weekend yet.

"I want to see you." He says simply. My heart flutters. He wanted to see me?

His eyebrows are caved in. He looks wonderful in a traditional black suit and tie from Armani. His suit cuffs are adorned with a coin looking pin with his initials on them in script, elegantly holding together the two pieces of fabric.

Somehow I know his cuff links cost more than my apartments rent.

Not my apartment anymore.

"Did you grab all of your things?"

"Yes." I can't help but stare at him. He's so beautiful, and he knows it. He's aware of the wandering glances he gets from women, and sometimes men. I don't think it adds to his ego. He has enough of that already.

"Why are you being so hostile?" He grudges. He's so nosey, and he's not even aware.

"I'm not." I know I am.

Why are you so difficult?

I don't think he understands this situation. He's involved in something r doesn't want to be.

Or maybe he does. But that's what has been confusing me. I haven't got a clue as to why he barged into Niall's flat demanding to take me away.

I also am dumbfounded by Niall's especially determined glare when he found out Harry's intentions.

What was Harry's intentions? And why did Niall have such a grand reaction?

"I am talking to you." Harry speaks.

"What?" I sound like a fool. "Um, what did you say?" I play it cool by playing with my non-manicured fingernails.

"I am taking you back to my flat. I expect you comply willingly?" He raises a perfectly arched brow.

"Yes." I breathe, and suddenly I'm lost in the beauty that is Harry Styles once again.

His eyebrows are arched, his smirk is prominent, and his eyes belong to the devil.

The look he's giving me makes me pool in my panties, and I can't remember anyone but Niall giving me such a surreal feeling similar to this one.

His suit look so well on him, I almost melt. He knows what he's doing as his eyes banter from mine and the road.

His attention is faltering on the road, and I would like to think it's because of me. Certainly my lack of better judgement is the cause of himself.

I'm so on and off with him. Relentlessly back and forth. I don't know how much more I can take of this. We aren't even together. Is it worthy the effort?

I've told myself to stay away from him. The separation had also come naturally. But where does that lead me except pressed against his hallway wall furiously pressing my lips against his skin?

The night reminds me of the novel he gave me. It's tucked away in my suitcase. I've taken it almost everywhere with me.

"Where's my suitcase?" I mutter sleepily. Am I that tired? I suppose. It is, I check my phone, 2:26 a.m..

"It is in the back seat." He seems confused. But I pay no mind. His Range Rover is so typical for a hot shot. I'm surprised his driver isn't in the front seat. But he's nowhere to be seen.

I reach back, but my small frame proves difficult. "Dammit, do I have the need to pull over the car?" Even though he's scolding me, his accent makes him so endearing.

"Why are you so snappy?" I snap.

"Seems I'm not the only one." He growls. Who the hell is this?

"You're absolutely infuriating," I exclaim. My mouth is set into a thin line, and my eyes shoot daggers at the CEO who has stolen my heart.

"You are cute when you're mad." What?

"Excuse me?" I must've heard him wrong.

"I will not repeat myself." Infuriating must be his middle name, I think when I throw myself back into the seat, crossing my arms over my chest.

I forgot about the entire cause of this ordeal! The damn book. I grunt, and turn backwards, messing about with my bum in the air to find my book in my luggage located in the back seat.

"Your position is giving you quite the title." His voice holds irritation. "Sit down. I will obtain it for you."

I'm not sure if he's being nice, or if he's just so irritated with me he can't bare to look at my derrière.

I'm going to pray for the first one.

I sigh, and land back in my seat.

When Styles stopped the car, the small area was filled with grunts, and curses.

"Need some help?" Which only received me an evil glare. He claimed he didn't need any damn help. It was a mans job.

The more I get to know Harry, the more I realize he's not so much the big tough CEO he leads everyone to believe. He's a lonesome cooperate, whose mouth is too big for his britches. Not that he can't fill them out.

"There's your damn book." He tosses it to me. I feel slightly offended. But out of the blue he shoots me a small smile, and it makes my heart melt.

"I am sorry." He catches me off guard again. "I do not mean to sound rude, and off putting."

He says nothing more, and I sit still, staring at him. Accepting his apology silently with a nod. Within a second, his hand is on the shift knob, and we're rolling into the dark clouds of the night.

"Time to show you off." He mutters.

"What?" I'm bemused. What the hell is he talking about? My mouth waters at the thought of a proud Harry Styles in a mini-golf course with me, a practical date, giggles, shy smiles, and accidental touches. Proud to show me off.

"Nothing you need to worry about." He begrudges.

"Okay." I smile, but cover it with my mouth, faking a yawn.