Mozzafiato

Truth or Dare.

Saturday

11 am.

"No, god are any of you competent? Call me again this morning, and you're fired" A gravely male voice comes from behind me, soon registering as the infectious asshole named Harry Styles. Pushing my dark hair off my face, I sit up to face him before realizing the only thing protecting my modesty was the dark grey duvet. How cute, Grandma would be proud. Pulling the material to my chest, I rack my brain for the events of the previous night. 

A chuckle pulls me from my thoughts and I'm met with the sight of Harry, holding out a cuppa to me. His normally tamed curls wildly frame his face and the expensive suit I am used to seeing him wear are traded for a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers. "Thanks" I say after clearing my throat, flicking a few stray hairs behind me and grabbing the cup. "Well, I must say, darling, I never took you for the fuck on first public appearance" Harry quips, throwing an Armani button-down and my lace panties at me. His taunting smile was hard to resist, a smile brewing in me.

Scoffing, I slide the silky material on before pulling my panties on and standing up. "Keep it up and it wont happen again" I reply, texting Zoe that I was, indeed alive, and so was the embarrassing lawyer. So far, which was a bloody fucking miracle. Padding out of the large room, I find my dress hanging over the intricate rails of styles staircase. "Wow, classy" I mumble, padding past the scene and to the kitchen in search of coffee. 

 "Running away, are we?" Harry chuckles, following me, causing me to roll my eyes in disgust. "Oh please, you're nothing but an itty bitty teddy bear" I purr, trying to pull the large cabinet door open. "As much as you hate it, you're mine darling. You're coming over to my office for lunch. Max will be there at 4 to get you" He replies, shutting the door. "Maybe I have my own work to do" I snap, pulling open the door retrieving the cup. 

Not long after my cuppa, Zoe informed me she'd be around to get me soon. Harry had escaped to the gym that was in his lower level, and the cold air I felt as I padded down the stairs made me curse quietly. The sweaty man was going at a hanging boxing bag, his shirtless body covered in sweat. "I'm leaving now" I announce, halting his actions. His body spun around and crossed the area to place a quick kiss on my lips. "Be safe, I'll see you at four" He hums, a soft smile on his lips. A chuckle fell from my lips as I step back to leave, shooting him a flirty eye roll. "And leave the shirt, it's my favorite!" I hear as I pad up the stairs. 

"Mine now, buddy!" I yell from the top, and make haste (the best I could with the gown in my hands) to Zoe's running car. "Holy shit, you need coffee" Zoe giggles, handing me my ray bans. "Just drive, sweetie" I groan as she pulls out of the driveway, catching a glimpse of harry through his large windows.

2 pm.

"So wait wait wait, he said what?" Zoe exclaims, resting on my office chair as Jane and I flick through intern portfolios. "Yep, I'm 'His' yet he referred to me as his girlfriend. What are we, twelve?!" I say, rolling my eyes and using air quotes around "His". Letting out a giggle, Jane places a large stack of papers in front of me. "Bloody hell, What has happened to me? I used to be hot and sexy and a pro at making men wish they were dead" I groan, pulling off my heels and placing them on the floor while I pull my legs onto the couch under me. 

"Oh please, that was me once and look at us now" Zoe jokes before a buzz from the receptionist came over my phone. "You have Zoe" she greets, pulling the chair to the desk. "Uh no, I don't believe Ms. Fitz wants visitors at the moment" Zoe says skeptically, causing me to look over my glasses perched on the end of my nose at her. "Who is it?" I question, causing the uncomfortable assistant to stare at me wide-eyed. "Who is it, Zoe?" I pressure, causing her to meekly cover the bottom of the phone.