In the Open | Harry Styles | Sequel to Undercover

14.

Ellie

I'm so infuriated I think there surely must be steam pouring from my ears.

The nerve, the audacity he must have.

I march angrily towards his door. I've given him no warning that I was coming. The man that keeps the gate for him had recognized me, though I had forgotten his name, and ushered me in. He surely thinks that I am here to makeup with Harry, what with the whole "so good to see you back, Miss Eloise," routine he had going.

Making up with Harry is the farthest thing from my mind as I pound my fist against the fancy as fuck front door. My anger only grows as he doesn't answer the door right away. I lift my hand again to knock once more just as the door is thrown open.

"Took you long enough." I spit. I don't get another word out, I don't have time.His hands hold tightly to my waist as he pulls me forward, crashing my lips to his. I protest, shoving my hand against his chest and pushing him away with all the force I can muster.

After a moment, he seems to register that I am not participating in the kiss and he holds me at an arms length, staring down at me with a puzzled look on his face. If I was mad before, now I am positively fuming.

"What is it, El? What's wrong?"

"I'm not here to make up with you, Harry." I say. His eyes widen and his face sets into a frown as my words hit him.

"I—but I—I don't understand." He finally forces out.

"I lost my fucking job, Harry. You ruined that entire experience for me. Are you happy? Does that make you feel good about yourself?"

"El-"

"No. Shut up, I'm talking." I yell at him, anger throwing off my usually calm demeanor. "You know what Goldman told me? When I was called into his office so that he could fire me?"

He shakes his head.

"He said that he was impressed with me at my interview, that he was planning on hiring me anyways because of how well I'd done and then you went and ruined it."

I use my pointer finger to prod him with each word, attempting to drive home my point.

"You couldn't leave well enough alone. You just ha-"

He cuts me off, pressing his lips against mine again. This time his grip around my mid-section is strong.

"No." I say, though my voice lacks determination.

"No." I mumble again as he kisses me, my resolve dissipating as I give in.

His lips are so soft and wet against my own. My hands dance across his exposed forearms and work their way up until they tangle around his neck.

His hands move down, grabbing firmly just under my back side and lifting me, seemingly effortlessly. He walks with me through his home, my thoughts distracted by the feeling of my body wrapped around his and the kisses being placed against my skin, he is careful to make sure we don't run into anything as we wind our way to his bedroom, our bedroom.

He throws me down on the bed, biting his lip as he looks down on me and I have to wonder what thoughts are racing through his head in this moment.

I am pissed but I am also so unbelievably horny, it's been nearly a week since I've had his touch and I crave it, and he knows all of my weaknesses.

He reaches up, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling it over his head, letting the fabric collapse into a heap on the floor.

My eyes stay glued to him and his gorgeous body laden with tattoos, just the sight of him alone is enough to cause a dull ache to begin to spread between my thighs. I squeeze them together hoping for some relief.