Daddy Styles [h.s]

Chapter Nine

*not edited. Few mistakes. *

"I've never loved anything, but then I saw you, I love you, and you're my everything."  [Just came up with that lol]. Vote, comment, enjoy. SHARE!!

Harry

After the discussion about my divorce with Mia, Anna has gotten a divorce lawyer and has given me the papers to sign. "If you sign, you're agreeing to give Mrs. Johnson one fourth of your savings and properties. You are also granting custody of Sydney Styles...-"

Who the fuck does she think she is! I would never give her custody of Sydney. She's all I have. She's my angel. Fuck. Anna will not get her, over my dead body. As I throw the papers onto a folder, someone calls my phone.

"Styles!" I scream into it. "Harry Styles?" "Yes, that's why I answered." I say taking a sip of my coffee. The day was as any else, blue sky, shiny sun, Mia at home, and Claire pissing me off. "I am Anna Styles' lawyer." Before he can talk I speak again. "Johnson, she is Johnson not Styles. Get your things-" I spit, "- together." After him correcting himself and apologizing, he continues. "She has informed me that you haven't signed the papers." He finishes, waiting for a answer.

"I know, I have not signed the papers, and I will not. I have lawyer I actually can afford, and I will have my conditions. I will send a copy to your office for you to read." I say lowly. He thinks he's getting away with the whole world. Think again.

"Oh uhm. Harry-" "Mr. Styles, to you." I correct him again. "Yes- of, course. Well, we need the papers in by Frid-" I stop him, clearing my throat. "You, don't give me, any schedules. I will turn them in when I please." Without his annoying little bitch voice, I end the call.

"Mr. Styles." Sarah's head peeks through the door. "What?" I say annoyed. "Mia Albert is here." She says, her mouth makes a line and I sigh loudly. "What did I say about when she came in?" I say again, more fustrated. "That-" I hold my hand up, mentioning I haven't finished. "Your walking on thin ice, Sarah. Make sure it never happens again, or your fired." I say and Mia walks in running her hand through her long thick hair, I love to pull so much. "I hate that, Sarah." I laugh at her jealousy. "I'll fire her." I say taking out her file and shredding it. 

"Did you- Does she have a family?" She says wide-eyed. "You should not care, Mia." I shred more things. "Harry." She says. Looking at me still, her eyes drawn to my lips. "She doesn't, and please if you are uncomfortable tell me and I will fix it." Her eyes are going from my lips to my eyes, and then to the floor. "You can't fix everything." She laughs and I give her an offended look. "I can do, everything." Her laughter stops when I pat my lap. "Come." She doesn't need to be told twice. "What did she say." I say a little, kissing her neck.

"She just,- it's that every time I get here, She's either talking shit about you, and that bothers me." Her bottom lip is tugged between her teeth.

"She talks about me?" I question, her eyes make contact with mine once again, and she sighs. "I was going to tell you, but-" " Last week when I came to see you, she was talking about you to this other blonde lady."

Mia

She was telling her how he fucks. Explicitly, and I coughed taking attention away from her gossip, "Yea?" Her bitter mouth makes a forced smile. "Here to see Harry." I wait for her to 'guide' me to his office, which I already know where it was and if he was here, "He's busy, in a meeting, doesn't have time for you." I laugh bitterly at her jealousy. I walk passed her and open the doors. Seeing Harry smile up at me, eating his usual breakfast. Not bothering to tell him about Sarah.

Harry

While Mia is talking I take advantage and call Sarah in.

Her red high-heels click with each step. "Yes, Mr. Styles. How may I be at your service?" At this point Mia is silent and her face is worried, almost begging me not to snitch on her.
"You're fired, Sarah. I specifically said not to talk about me at work or outside of work." Her eyes are wide, mouth parted but still not words.
"Yes, I understand,-" She gives Mia a glare. "Don't fucking give her that look." My voice raises slightly. "She did not say anything, do you remember that I had installed microphones on your desks and in your shirts." Her face falls, Mia gets up, murmers a "I'ma go to the wee."