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Harry Styles

She fucking turned up. Sure, it was last minute, but she turned up. With her personalised little suitcase, she was there. No emotion shown on her face, cheeks a bit flushed from the cold and glasses falling down her nose. I smirked when the security guard brought her over and then she stopped in front of me. Nothing was said but I did smirk at her then I just let her walk on the plane and I followed her, after a small nod towards the men who escorted her to the jet.

That was a few hours ago. We were in Paris already. Kensington didn't seem too impressed, probably because she had been here a bunch of times. I wasn't that overwhelmed by the city either since I was in the same position but for some reason, the thought of her and I being here at the same time at the same place was new. And exciting.

Our hotel – well, technically mine – was nice. Had a fantastic view of the Eiffel Tower if we went out to the balcony from the room in which there was only one double bed therefore, we were going to have to share it. Trust me, Kensington tried to bribe the receptionist into letting her pay a shit ton in order to get her own room, everything was booked. That made me wonder how they managed to get me that suite so fast but I didn't complain.

"Oh, this bed is nice," she mumbled as she dropped her stuff next to the bed and then plopped down on it. I chuckled and watched as she took up one half of the bed, her arms and legs out which made her look like a star.

"You can nap if you want," I told her as I took my hoodie off. "I have a meeting in one of the conference rooms in an hour so I need to get dressed and stuff. Shower and whatever."

"You just brought me on this work trip so you're not alone but I will be now. And I won't even be able to do any work."

"I'll leave my mac here, you can watch Netflix or whatever," I shrugged. "Anyway. Would you mind ordering me something to eat? I'm starving and I don't want to sit in that room with a loud belly. Please."

"It's going under your name."

"Well, I'm not actually paying for it. It's a paid trip. So, get whatever you want, I'll have it too."

"Sure, okay," she replied. I chuckled as I opened my bag and got my stuff out.

I left Kensington alone to get ready in the shower. The water felt nice against my skin, washing through my hair as my fingers massaged my scalp. I didn't want to leave the warm water but time was flying and I had work to do.

"Styles!" I heard someone banging on the bathroom door and I knew it was Kensington. Who else could it have been? A loud sigh escaped my lips as I stopped drying my hair with the towel and wrapped it around my waist. I most likely looked like I just touched the electricity with my hair all over the place but I opened the door nonetheless.

"Yes?" I asked. The sudden coolness that licked my body up and down made me shudder and I wanted to close the door on her to stay in the warm room. Then again, the way her hazel – more so brown this time – eyes wandered all across my chest where my tattoos and cross necklace were, I felt pretty hot.

"Oh, umm... the food is here," she told me as she visually swallowed harder than it was needed. I smirked when I saw her cheeks turn a bit pink and she raised her eyebrow at me. "What got you so smug?"

"Your reaction to me being half naked."

"What reaction?" she scoffed and rolled her eyes. Then she turned around and walked back over to the bed. I chuckled to myself. Of course, she wouldn't admit to anything. She had to be the most difficult and stubborn person ever. "That's yours."

I nodded and took my plate then placed it on the table near the window. I sat down and took the top off of the plate. The food looked amazing and there were no onions. Not even the smell of it was present. I looked at her with a small smile on my lips but she didn't notice, she was busy looking through her phone and slowing chewing on some waffles she got. It was so silly but the fact that she paid enough attention to not get me anything that could make my breath smell was nice. Or maybe she just done that herself when she had meetings. I don't know. What I knew was that all my other industry friends weren't really bothered about things like that.

After I ate everything, I got back to getting ready. I just decided to wear a black suit with a white button up. The trousers had a thick belt like part going across my waist to add some playfulness to it and it also looked pretty sick with my shirt tucked in.

"How long will you be away for?" she questioned from the bed. She looked extra cosy under the quilt, with her phone in her hand and the rest – majority – of her food next to her.

"Why? Already missing me?" I smirked as I took my laptop out of my suitcase and gave it to her. I was going to just take my iPad with me in case I needed to write things down. "There. The password is MLS123. My Netflix should be logged on already but don't watch the shows I'm currently watching because I can't remember where I left them off."

"One, I just asked because why get drunk off wine on my own when I have you? Two, what does that stand for? And three, why do you leave your shows half watched? What sane person does that?"

"That makes sense, I guess," I hummed as I came to terms with the fact that I was nothing but a drinking buddy of hers for now. "My password should be enough for you, why do you need the meaning of it? And quit judging me. I have no time to finish them."

"Whatever," she sighed. "Chop-chop then. Off you go to your meeting."

"Are you trying to lurk on my computer or something?"

"As a matter of fact, yes. I wanna see your nudes. So, leave."

"I could always just strip down for you," I winked at her and she gave me a disgusted look. I laughed out loud and she sighed as she put her attention back on the laptop screen. "Anyway. I'll be back in like an hour and a half... two hours max."

"Cool stuff."

"Don't miss me too much," I told her.

"Trust me, I won't," she smirked and I shook my head as I left her alone.

The meeting went alright. I got to know some more people who were going to be working with me soon and that was nice. It was formal and didn't allow us to socialise, more so chat about plans and stuff which was nice. Straight to the point is what I needed.

For some reason, I was excited to get back to the room – or suite – and see Kensington. Then again, I knew very well why I was excited. I just enjoyed being with her. After she told me about her ex, I felt as though it was my mission to appreciate her the way she deserved to be. Not that this wasn't in my plans before she said anything but now, it just felt like I couldn't let her – or myself, for that matter – down.

Plus, whenever wine was involved, I always got a nicer side of her. One time, she even kissed me. I'm not sure if anyone knew that. But now everyone does. Hah. She fucking made out with me! Tongue and saliva and all. Bit of teeth clashing, too. Still made my stomach fill up with butterflies when my mind travelled back to it happening.

"Dad! What the fuck!" she screamed down the phone when I got in. My eyebrows furrowed as I realised, she was having family troubles – something I have never thought I would ever witness. "Fuck. I... I don't know. What about you? You're a lawyer... fuck. I'm not home. I don't know. I can contact mine if you want? Yeah- yeah, sure, of course," she sighed, so much calmer than when I walked in. "No. Shut up," she chuckled and it made me smile softly as I shrugged off my blazer. "Whatever. Fine. Yeah. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Mhm. Whatever. I don't want to hear it. No, I'm getting myself a car."

Since there was no way the bickering would end any time soon, I decided to go for another shower quick and change into some comfy clothes. When I was done, Kensington was no longer in the room. With furrowed brows, I looked around just to come to terms with the fact that she was out on the balcony. She had the hotel dressing gown on and her back facing me. She was on the phone again to someone so I decided not to bother her. The bed was unmade and full of shit so once I moved everything to the side, I fluffed it up a bit. Through this, I couldn't keep my mind off of the waffles she never even finished. It's like she didn't even touch it other than that little bit she had before I left.

I got in bed with a sigh, my arm reached for the remote control and I turned on the telly. It was most likely only going to have French channels on it but I guess my knowledge was basic enough to understand somewhat of it. At least that's what I thought until they began to chat and I just stared at the screen in total confusion. I swear I was really good at French in secondary and I did really well in my GCSE exam as well but I guess that knowledge was fuck all when it came to the real world.

I ended up turning it off in the end and pulled my laptop on my lap. Kensington was still out so I decided to click through my emails and stuff, see what was happening back home. It was around home-time for my employees so I just wanted to see if my assistants emailed me anything at all.

Since I faced the glass doors that led to the balcony, I had a clear view of Kensington making her way back in from the corner of my eye. She pulled the door open with a big sigh and then she climbed in the bed until she was under the covers. She was on her back, her phone sat on her stomach as she kept it up with her fingers.

"What's up?" I mumbled as I began to reply to Charlotte. It was late, sure, but at least I got it out of the way.

"Family stuff... doesn't matter," she told me. "How was the meeting? Successful?"

"Yeah... yeah, it was nice," I nodded. "Have the next two days off to explore and then I need to attend another meeting in London."

"That's fun," she told me. "I actually know no places here in Paris so you'll have to show me around."

"Oh, trust me, I will," I grinned to myself as I signed off the email and sent it. "So, you wanna tell me about your eating habits?"

"Um... excuse me?"

"It's just... do you like- I don't know. Is it too straight forward to ask someone if they have any issues with eating?"

"What are you trying to get me to say?"

"The truth, mainly."

"I wouldn't say I have a problem with eating," she said after a little bit of silence. Her answer was something I expected. Of course, she would say that. "I eat when I'm hungry so that's good, isn't it?"

"How often do you get hungry?"

"I don't know... I thought I was when I ordered you food but I couldn't stomach it. Why are you asking me this, anyway? You're always so worried about me, I don't get it."

"You just... you just seemed to have lost weight over the years. I don't know. Maybe that is your goal. I'm not sure," I said sheepishly. This felt like such a sensitive topic for both of us. She still didn't really trust me and that was why she didn't open up to me fully and as for me, I just wasn't sure how much I could ask because I certainly did not wish to pry.

"The only reason I have for not eating a lot, is work. It really does consume my everyday life and I don't really have a problem with it. I eat when I need to or feel like doing so. I have always skipped meals, I guess it's just something that stayed with me."

"There is nothing wrong with you then, right? Like, you are eating just not three meals a day?"

"Yeah. I mean, who even has time for three meals a day? Anyway, can we stop talking about food?"

"Sure, sorry," I apologised. "So, tomorrow. What would you like to do?"

"What is there to do?"

"Uh... we could walk around the city? Have you ever been up the tower?"

"No," she laughed. "I don't even know why you asked me that, pal, you know I've never been here on holiday."

"Okay, fair point, pal," I copied her and she snorted. "How about tonight? Should we just stay in?"

"Well, you've just showered and I have whilst you were gone. That bath is fucking amazing, by the way. So, yeah. Reckon we should just stay in bed and then do something tomorrow."

"Now that's a plan," I grinned. "Okay. Let's carry on with our twenty questions from ages ago. I'm gonna order some more food."

"Okay but no deep questions, please."

"Deep questions?"

"About my past. Why I'm such a bitch. Why I'm so difficult. Why I'm so closed off. Why I don't have friends. All of that. Anything to do with my past. Your past, too. Unless you feel comfortable discussing it."

"Okay, sure," I nodded. Making her uncomfortable was never my aim. "Alright, you start then."

"Fuck... I don't know. What would you be if you weren't a CEO?"

"Hmm... I have always enjoyed being in the kitchen so probably would have went down that road. Being a chef and owning restaurants is probably fun," I replied. Before I asked a question, I quickly ordered food and water then carried on. "What is your dream date?"

"Just chilling on the couch with wine, honestly. I'm not high maintenance even though my brother likes to remind me that I am. What is your dream date?"

"It would probably be a day long thing, if I'm honest. Since we're talking dream dates, I would say a nice, early morning in bed with breakfast, some cuddling, maybe morning sex... I don't know. Then a nice day out in the city. Going for a walk, visiting a museum, napping together before lunch. Maybe some more love making before going for a drive, the cinema perhaps? Then a fancy dinner, all dressed up and nice at a restaurant which leads home to some more love making but perhaps rougher than the times before. I don't know. Maybe that was a little too in depth and some of the things I said were-,"

"Stop rambling. That was nice to listen to," she smiled at me as she interrupted my explanation.

"Really?" I chuckled. "I guess I'm high maintenance, then. Out of those two answers, yours was pretty simple."

"Yeah... guess the roles are reversed," she shrugged. "Next question?"

"Oh, it's my turn," I mumbled. "Uuuh, what's the best thing that happened to you recently?"

"Probably that kiss we shared at your uncle's," she said and I swear to god my whole heart stopped beating for a full minute. There was no way I could have replied because she already asked me a question. "What is one of your kinks?"

I smirked and had to keep my laughter down. This woman was something else.

"Being tied up. Or is that a guilty pleasure? I have no idea," I admitted. Kensington hummed and I couldn't help but imagine her tying me to the bed and having her way with me. Fuck. That was not the smartest idea considering I felt my dick began to like the thought a little too much as well. "What about you?"

"I don't know... I mean, my ex never brought anything up, it was always me but he didn't like half of the stuff."

"C'mon. Spill it," I teased. It also just itched me to know.

"Well, from what we've tried, I do enjoy temperature play."

"What else?" I asked her curiously. The thought of temperature play made me want to just get her under me and get to it right away even though we had no candles or ice.

"What makes you think there's more?"

"Well. You said it was always you who came up with these ideas and he didn't like half of the stuff. So, clearly, there are more things you enjoy or would enjoy had you tried them. Or, would like to try them. In which case, I am available, always," I winked at her and she punched me in the shoulder. It made me chuckle and she moved away from me.

"You actually make me wanna sleep in the bathtub," she told me. "Why do you want to know of my kinks? It's not like I'll fuck you."

"First of all, that would be uncomfortable. Second of all, I would fuck you and not the other way around."

"You just told me you like being tied up so I would be the one to have my way with you."

"Maybe. For the first five minutes. Then you would let me free so I could make you feel good."

"Sorry to burst your bubble but if you're tied up, you are staying tied up, buddy. No escaping."

"Whatever. Now, tell me what you like in bed."

"Soft pillows and quilts, what about you?" I gave her a look, my smile gone and eyes dead.

"Mate, are you for real?"

"You asked me and I answered."

"Why can we never fucking play this game properly? We always get distracted with one question and then it all goes to shit."

"With all due respect, you fucked it the last time. Your mood just changed out of nowhere and then we had to leave and then I ran into that man and, uh, yeah."

"Don't even remind me... I can't believe he was there."

"What's the situation with him? Zayn Malik seems to know him and so do you."

"I've, uh, I've known him during school and stuff. He was never a nice lad, Tomlinson. He had a rough childhood, guess that adds to it," I shrugged as I felt strange discussing that man and his life. "I know you've said no deep questions and stuff but uh, he was the reason why my girlfriend broke up with me. Which is fucking stupid. But, yeah."

"Did she cheat on you with him?"

"Well, uh, she dumped me for him."

"What a stupid bitch," she scoffed. "Not to be judgemental but Tomlinson is definitely not my type. Well, based on his personality, anyway. That day he really made me think of him as an ugly ass man and so I would never go for him."

"I guess... I don't know. She told me the colour of my eyes were ugly compared to his and my style was kinda shitty, too and I wasn't her dream man. Which, thinking back now, was a shitty excuse to break up with me but I guess she didn't love me nearly as much as I loved her."

"That sucks, honestly. Telling someone that you want to break up because they're physically not your type anymore is fucking stupid."

"Wanna hear something even funnier?"

"Shoot."

"She's still with him," I scoffed. "I stalked her Instagram a little and she posted a selfie with him like, a month ago or something."

"Damn. Does she even know how much of an asshole he is?"

"I don't know. Probably not. But then again, we most likely were the unlucky ones who encountered him at the wrong time. I don't know. I don't really wanna talk about him."

"Alright, fair enough," she sighed. "Do you have anymore interesting gossip? I kind of enjoy talking shit with you."

"Um... oh my god, right. So, this is gonna sound so bad but it's about this employee of mine. I kind of... uh, overheard the conversation. So, she's in the marketing department and I was just there to check on them and stuff, whatever. And she told this other employee about how her and her partner fucked in public. My fucking jaw hit the floor like why the hell are they discussing that at work? I wanted to be like, ladies, keep it out of my building but I just felt so caught off guard I smiled and walked the fuck off."

"Oh, yikes," she commented. "Okay. Actually, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I chuckled.

"Okay. This is going to sound so fucking weird and I might jump off the balcony but do you think you couldevermakemecum?"

"Excuse me?"

"I just mean like-,"

"No, what did you say? I genuinely did not get a word of that."

"Fuck you," she laughed and hid her face away from me with her hands.

"Why are you acting all shy after asking me something like that?" I smirked. Of course, I heard her.

"I don't know. Just fucking answer, me or forget it."

"I mean... I could try," I shrugged. "Why are you asking me this, anyway? Is it because of your ex's poor attempts at it or?"

"Well... yeah. I mean, none of the boys I've been with could make me cum, either. I just faked it. I almost got there with Malik but he, um, he stopped right before."

"Sure. Do you want me now or later?"

"Wait. You wanna do it now?" she sounded kind of shocked and nervous.

"If you want to," I laughed. "We don't have to but if you're curious, just let me know."

"It was just a question not an invitation for practice."

"Alright," I told her with a smirk. "I probably could get you off, though. I do know how to use my tongue."

"Yeah, you do chat a lot of shit so I don't doubt it," she bit back and I chuckled.

The thought of making her cum actually did make me feel excited. I wanted my head between her soft thighs and the sound of her pleasure filled moans intrigued me. I wondered how she tasted and how she sounded because I had a feeling both were addicting. And now that she planted this idea in my head, I could not get rid of it even if I've tried.

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