CEO // Harry Styles

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I have stayed with him for a week now.

"Why don't you just move in?" Louis voices over the phone. His tone is sarcastic. He's not happy about my absence. But Harry and I both thought it would be a good idea. Distance would be good for us. Maybe then we can work out our unsaid issues.

"Louis. Quit. I'll be back at some point..." I say. I don't know if I'm lying or not. Staying here had brought a new out look on life completely. I was tended to. I didn't appreciate it. Harry said I would get used to it. I haven't yet. I still offer to help Lou with the dishes.

We've grown close. She tries to shoo me away from the kitchen, but my love for the culinary arts never allows much distance.

Last nights memory was a good one.

"Go sit down dammit." She laughs. "I'm making your favorite.

"Alfredo?"

"Chicken Alfredo." She corrects, and smiles.

"You're too good. Can I help?" I ask cheekily.

"I'm paid to make food for Harry." She laughs. "He should just pay you." She laughs quietly. She continues to stir the pasta, and if I'm correct, I smell garlic bread cooking in the oven. I smile at her.

"Yeah, he should."

"You better be. Things are... Lonely.. You've only been back once. To get clothing. Come on Adelaide. I know I made dumb choices." He pauses. "But I'm lonely. I miss you." He almost whimpers. I feel it in my chest. The ache. Louis doesn't deserve this.

"I miss you too, Louis. But don't think I'm okay with what has happened. You still haven't broken things off!" I raise my voice slightly. I look around the room to make sure no one is tumbling thorough the door at my volume before continuing.

"I really loved you and Zayn together. I wish I had the chance to get to know him. He must've been lovely to have swept you off your feet so quickly. It's so early in the year, and you got together in October..

"I wish you would have told me. Sometimes it hurts when I think I hadn't been supportive enough. Those things slither into my skin, Lou.

"I don't even know when you had your first official date. Or if you did? I know you've told me how closed off he has been in your relationship, but I wish you would have told me more. I get it's hard, but when things are hard for me, I always vent to you.

"Please try and trust me next time. Okay?" I whisper.

"I love you." Is all he can say. He erupts into sobs.

"Do you want something to eat?" He knocks on my door.

"I love you, Louis. I have to go. Stay strong, okay? You can do it. Don't call him okay?"

"He already did." He says right before I hang up. But my phone already hit the key to end the phone call.

I want to call him back, and ask what happened, but a large hand is offered to me. I can't resist.

"This place is new." I look around.

"Yeah, I thought we would try it." He smiles. "Do you like it?"

"Yes. Very much." I grin.

"Good." He squeezes my hand.

"What are you having?" I ask, looking through the menu.

"What can I do for you today?" An elderly woman comes before us, asking for our order.

"Actually, were not.."

"I will have the seafood pasta, and she will have the chicken Alfredo. Beringer for our glasses." He dismisses.

I look at his evilly. "Thank you." I tell the frail old woman.

"Why do you always have to order for me?" I hiss. I can do things on my own.

"Be grateful."

I shut my mouth, and wait for the wine he's ordered to arrive.

When the wine does arrive, I'm thankful that he'd ordered. I wouldn't have even known where to start. But I'm glad this is what's been deposited into my mouth at the moment.

Liquid courage.

Now my plan is to get myself drunk so I can speak to a man whose more attractive than Morgan Freeman's voice.

That'll do.

An hour passes, and we're still nibbling on our food. Harry watches me.

I take another drink when his hands tighten along the bottle. I guzzle it down when he fingers his silver wear, getting me antsy.

I haven't used my liquid courage yet. Which is disappointing because I've drank 3 glasses now.

"Why haven't you kissed me since that day?" Now four.

And there it is.

"You are drunk, Adelaide." He sighs. His hands go through his hair. "What are they going to think? Shit."

"Who?"

"The paparazzi. They will think you are a whore if I take you out there now."

"I'm not a whore." I hiccup. "And I'm fine. Just a bit tipsy gypsy."

"God." He inhales deeply. "You are not a whore. I would not be doing this if the case was so."

"But you never answered my question Harry-poo."

"Let's get you home."

"Stop! My phone is ringing," I giggle, and shove my pointer finger in his face.

"Hi daddy!" I giggle again. "'M drunk."

He laughs. "Are you with Louis?"

"No, I'm with Harry. Oops! I was supposed to tell you that on Easter! Shhhhh!"

"I've seen you both in the press. Magazine are naming you two the hottest couple! Harry is a nice lad."

"Are you up for a weekend on the yacht?" He sounds hopeful.

"Noooo. I think I'm gonna try to do something with Louis."

He's disappointed. My father sighs. "Okay. Talk soon baby girl. I love you."

"You too!" I hang up. "Ready?" I laugh.

I try to get up, and Harry fights a smile when I tumble.

I got a nice grope of Harry in the car before he moved me away from him to the other side of the car. I whined.

"Let me touch you." I wink.

I scroll through Google again. My mind is hazy still. I'm pissed he didn't let me touch him. Just because I'm not famous. My dad is though. Damn business boys.

I keep looking, and I zoom into one photo of Harry and a particular male at what seems a dinner party.

The raven hair is familiar. I click the link to the article.

'Zayn Malik and Harry Styles at the biggest party of the year!'

I gasp. Wasn't Zayn a waiter at the sushi restaurant me and Louis went to?