Petite | Zarry

Chapter 15.

Harry went into the large company building, smiling at the receptionist who happened to be a lady in her mid-forties. He saw her blushing as he waited for the lift to arrive.

The lift's doors opened and Harry stepped into it. When the doors closed he pushed the button for the top floor and leaned against the wall behind him. He hoped that getting the papers wouldn't take too long. He felt bad to leave Zayn alone and he didn't even want to imagine what would happen if Zayn woke up before he was back. What had happened the night before made Harry think that I was probably a bad decision to leave Zayn alone.

He was in such deep thoughts that he didn't realize that he already walked the long hallway which led to his office. When he opened the huge wooden door he froze in his movements. Taylor; Ms. Swift stood there in front of the large window facade wearing a black mini dress, red high heels and a red lipstick to match the heels.

Harry frowned. What was she doing in his office? And anyway what was she wearing? That weren't appropriate clothes for going to work, we'll if she was working in a strip club then her outfit choice would be perfect. But she was working for his company and that did not match the dress code at all.

He cleared his throat pretty loudly to catch her attention. "Ms. Swift? What are you doing here in my office?" he asked in a stern voice.

Ms. Swift turned her head in his direction and smiled seductively. "I've waited for you, Harry..." she said, probably thinking that she sounded sexy but the way she said Harry's name almost made him flinch. She also never called him by his first name before, she wasn't even in the position to call him by his first name. She simply wasn't allowed to.

You could see a deep crease arise between Harry's brows and sense that he was in fact, not happy that, that young woman was standing in his office wearing such an outfit. But Ms. Swift seemed to not notice at all, instead, she strutted in his direction giggling. "You're so hot when you're looking at me like that Harry..." she said licking her lips.

She reached out to touch him but Harry took a sharp grip on her wrist. "Ms. Swift, what the hell do you think you're doing? First of all, it's Mr. Styles to you, and second, this scrap of cloth you're wearing is anything but suitable for work! Am I clear?" his voice was deeper than usual and you could see how angry he was.

He let go of her wrist and went to his desk already getting the stuff he needed. "Leave my office," he said not even turning around to look at her. Taylor didn't move. "now, or I'll terminate you without notice" he turned back around as he found what he was searching for.

Taylor just looked at him and Harry really started to think that she was a dumb hoe or something. Harry ran out of patience as Taylor didn't seem to move anytime soon. "Congratulations you're unemployed now," he gestured towards the door. "Leave the building now and hurry up a bit there's someone waiting for me at home and by the way, I don't want to spend the whole day waiting for you."

"How can you do that to me?" Taylor suddenly began to cry but it was obvious that she was faking it. Harry huffed in annoyance. Why was this woman so irritating? He asked himself trying to calm down.

Taylor looked at him and reality hit her she stopped fake crying. This whole thing wasn't just about not getting the man she wanted she was being fired. "Mr. Styles...I..I'm so sorry I didn't think about my actions...but please don't terminate me...I need this job" she said honestly meaning what she was saying...well most of it.

Harry felt just a little bad for her and she seemed as if she really regretted her actions...he sighed heavily. "This is your last chance, Ms. Swift. Don't overdose my kindness,  next time there will be no second chance, got it?"

Taylor nodded. "Thank you so much, Mr. Styles," she said and quickly left her boss's office. She felt a slight bit of jealousy when she thought about what Harry said before; 'There's someone waiting for me...' who was this bitch and why was she at his place? Taylor thought angrily. She should be the one waiting for him at home. She should be the one he found attractive. The only one...
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Harry took a deep breath. This woman was so annoying, but where would he be at if he didn't try to be nice and friendly around people? When he wouldn't give others a second chance? Well, he surely wouldn't be where he was today, owning a large company, living in a beautiful penthouse... but most important to him was that he had true friends and a nice relationship with his mother and his little sister, Gemma.

Thinking about relationships, Harry craved someone to take care of, spend all of his time and money on. To love them and being loved back. To always have someone to think about whenever he feels down, and then just like that his day would seem a little brighter.

He already had someone in mind, Zayn. Not a second passed without thinking about his beautiful honey-brown Bambi eyes. Harry hoped that Zayn would be his someone but first of all, he didn't know how Zayn felt towards him and secondly, he knew how much younger Zayn was, he wasn't even legal yet so them being a thing would be illegal. In addition, Harry didn't really know much about his feelings towards the petite little boy by now. Was he in love with him or was this whole thing just some weird fantasy? He didn't really know.

Harry sure knew these feelings he got every time Zayn fluttered his lashes at him. The need to protect him from danger and harm, the urge to hold him close and make sure that he was happy and pleased.
He once felt something close to that before... But that was a long time ago.

When Harry drove back home he didn't really pay much attention to the road. So when he nearly caused a car crash by accidentally passing a red traffic light he almost got a heart attack. With a blank mind and his eyes securely on the road, he made his way back home.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I know I haven't updated the story in a while but ya know the writer's block is back aka the biggest bitch on this planet... We all know her and we hate her.

Well please take this extra-long chapter as a compensation. (Is that the right word to use in this context? Obviously, im, not a native speaker so...yeah this word kinda seems to be wrong) Oh and btw I haven't checked the chapter yet so you might notice some mistakes.

And oh well I don't have anything against Taylor Swift she's a great person (I guess) and also a great singer. She's just a bitchy person in this story to fit the plot ;)