Harry Styles

Women were frustrating.

No, not all women. That was a bit too generalised.

Kensington was frustrating. And she just so happened to be a woman.

Her mind worked in a way that was strange to me and it sparked up my attention so much that – no matter how much she frustrated me – I desired to figure it all out. There was a strong feeling in me that caused me to believe no one had done that to her before. She just seemed way too closed off and too much work for someone to get to know her layer by layer.

For some reason, she seemed to be harder to deal with than my own business.

"Sir, Mr Horan is here to see you. Shall I send him in?"

"As far as I knew, we didn't have a meeting scheduled for today."

"It seems as though he has something rather important to tell you," Charlotte, my other assistant, told me. Niall had the tendency to show up unannounced and it didn't bother me on days where there was not much to do, however, with this project I had been working on with a very important brand it was kind of a shitty time for him to come around.

"Alright," I sighed in the end. There was not one bone in my body that would have turned him away. He was a friend. If he would have been anyone else, I would have said no. "Send him in, please, Miss Greenall."

"Of course."

Whilst she went to get the Irish man, I clicked out of all the emails and saved the documents I had open. My iMac that sat neatly on my office desk then turned into sleep mode and displayed a photo of me with my siblings from the time I had taken them to Disneyland in Paris.

When the door opened again, I looked up as my feet had taken me closer to the man who came to see me. He wore a suit which made me believe he came from work and the e-cig that popped out of his top pocket just confirmed it. He never smoked it during work, only after.

"How can I help you?" I asked with a smirk on my lips. We walked over the couch that was in my office, black leather to match the black and white aesthetic.

"Just swung by... you know, like friends do."

"What are you trying to say?" a low chuckle made my question less demanding.

"Haven't seen you since the event and you didn't exactly text me, either. I thought work got a bit too much and that's why you never called or anything then saw your assistants posting a few photos on Instagram with their location on and everything," he teased me as he wrapped his lips around the mouth of his e-cig. When he pressed down on the button to activate it, it made a soft click noise and so did the way he inhaled it.

"Yeah. Went to Italy for work. Got anything to say about it?"

"Fuck off," he laughed. "I know you met up with Kensington."

"How would you?" my eyebrows furrowed. As far as I knew, there was nothing in the media about her and I. My team always kept a look out for the news, there was a specific team just for that, and I had received zero news since my trip had ended.

"So, you did," he smirked as he got the answer he looked for. I should have known. He always fucking pulled that on me and I fell for it. Every motherfucking time. "You weren't even going to tell me about it, were you? Fucking bitch."

"Why would I talk about my private life at work?" he shrugged. "I don't mix the two, sorry mate."

"Come off it," Niall rolled his eyes as he inhaled the smoke again. I didn't mind it, whatever liquid he had in it, smelt nice. If it would have been a normal cig – which he didn't smoke – I would have been very pissed off. Not only was it illegal to smoke inside the building but it was also really fucking disgusting. "You're not working. Just tell us."

"I don't kiss and tell," I hummed. Niall snorted as he leaned his head back and his laughter filled the room. "What? It's true."

"Like hell it is," he shook his head. "You constantly tell me how good of a fuck that Cecilia-,"

"Celia."

"-girl is but you won't tell me about Kensington?" he looked at me like I was crazy and shrugged my shoulders. It didn't feel right to talk about that woman. "Are you in love with her or something?"

"No," I stated right away. The room suddenly became quite hot so I shrugged my blazer off which left me in my baby blue shirt. I rolled up the sleeves once the buttons were undone therefore my tattoos slowly but surely got exposed. After both of them were up, my Rolex watch caught the sunshine that came from the windows and I made sure it went into Niall's eyes.

"Son of a bitch, get it away from me," he laughed as he kicked my knee. He sat sideways on the couch with one of his legs bent and up whilst the other – the one he kicked me with – was stretched out. He kept his big head up with his hand, his fingers folded in as his knuckles pressed against his temple. The right was on his thigh, his e-cig wrapped between his bony fingers.

"Don't know how you manage in business with that foul mouth of yours."

"Eh, I scam my way through it, honestly," he commented but it was obviously a joke. "So, your hook up. Do share it."

"I haven't seen Celia since Kensington's event."

"You are so difficult, no wonder you don't have a woman."

"I don't own women, Niall," I rolled my eyes as I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I had a missed call from one of my other friends but it didn't bother me too much. Whenever I called him, he usually ignored me, too. "But anyway. Why are you actually here? Other than telling me that you are basically stalking my assistants on social media."

"One, I don't stalk them. I follow them both and they follow me, too. I was bound to see their posts," he explained. "Two, I said why I'm here. You ghosted me for almost a week. I need my drinking buddy to come out with me this weekend."

"What makes you think I have time to go out and get pissed?"

"I have known you forever – you never work on weekends."

"Well, what if I do now? Things and people change..."

"Just say you don't want to come out and go," he sighed as he gave up. I knew he tried to make me feel bad. He did that many times. He did a lot of things to get stuff out of me and to ensure I agreed to things.

"Yeah and then have you on my arse for the next two years about this one time I declined a night out?" I laughed as the words rolled off my tongue and my fingers brushed through my hair. "No, cheers. I guess I'm gonna have to go and watch out for you."

"Please. The minute we'll get there, you'll be half drunk already."

"Highly doubt it but okay."

• • •

So, I was half way drunk by the time we got to the club that weekend.

But, in my defence, it was because of peer pressure. Niall threw prinks at this pub in town – he just basically invited people to have a drink with him – and then he convinced everyone to go to this club. Somehow, even Celia ended up out with us which was nice because that meant I had a body to shove under mine later on.

Ever since the charity ball, I haven't had sex with anyone and unfortunately, my hands didn't quite work the same as someone's mouth or warm hole. It just made me feel different, in a good way.

"Harry!" she snapped at me when my hands began to crawl under her thight dress. She sat next to me in the booth as she chatted to some other girl – probably a friend or a stranger because she could literally talk to anyone – whilst I found my own entertainment.

"Mhm, like it better when you moan it," I chuckled in her ear as my lips wrapped around her earlobe and my teeth pulled on it. My fingers slipped between her thighs that she constantly squeezed together. Whether that was to stop me from getting further up or because my touch made her more eager, was a question to me.

"Get your hands off of me. You are so annoying," she grabbed my wrist and chucked my hand in my lap. I pursed my lips and grabbed my drink then downed it. I didn't like how she didn't want me when my boxers felt tighter by the second but I couldn't force her. If she didn't want me, I couldn't do anything about it.

Niall took me to the bar for a round of shots but that turned into two and then another one to make it three. Drinking with Niall was fun during the night and the worst thing ever the following morning. He got everyone so fucking pissed that it was unreal.

"Alright, mate, I think that is enough for you for tonight," the bartender laughed at me which made me smirk. He took away the empty glass that I slammed on the surface then a minute later I had a taller glass, filled with something clear. It was too much to be alcohol, though. Unless, he wanted to fucking murder me. "Drink up, it's water, and I'll get you a taxi home, yeah?"

"Nah, I'm fine, pal," I laughed as my finger wrapped around the glass, my rings collided with the side of it and made a clink noise. "If you could get us another round of vodka, that would be amazing, you know?"

"I'm sure it would be but I'm afraid I cannot serve you more. It'd be against my contract and all," he explained although his words slurred together more than my own thoughts. "What's your name?"

"Harry. And please, take me somewhere nice," I winked at him with a goofy smile. The only reason he wanted to know my name was probably so he could ask me on a date, which I wouldn't have been against. I did love a nice meal out.

"Alright, Harry. I'm Brandon. And, trust, I am taking you somewhere nice," he laughed and my eyes widened in excitement. I was so down for some food. Drinking made me fucking starve.

"Ugh. Finally. Someone who takes care of me," the comment slipped from my mouth and so did a hiccup. I grabbed the glass of water and brought it closer to my lips to have a drink. There was no saliva in my mouth, it felt dry and it annoyed me.

"You just sit here and don't go anywhere, yeah?" he asked and I nodded to confirm I listened and would behave. I really didn't have any other options. Niall was long gone and so was I. But, not in the same sense. I meant like he was not with me anymore.

A woman sat down next to me at the bar and she looked a little like Kensington. Had long hair and nice boobs but definitely bigger than hers. She wore a two piece and a ton of body shimmer or whatever that made her skin glow. It was pretty, I wondered if it'd make mine look so fresh and... fresh.

My mind was unable to come up with another word to describe it.

"Hey," I said to her with a cheery smile on my face. She looked at me after a few moments, perhaps she didn't believe I called her but then my intense stare never left her face which probably let her think otherwise.

"Hello?"

"You look pretty," a grin spread across my face and she laughed. The loud music made it harder to hear, but I did.

"Thank you."

"Yeah... you know, you look like someone."

"People told me I'm my mother's daughter," she carried on with the conversation. "I'm taking you met my mother?"

"Wait. Are you Kensington's daughter?" my head turned to the side a little as my eyebrows pulled together in confusion. I didn't think she had a kid... she was only twenty-seven. This girl looked close to her age. Maybe twenty at the youngest.

"Afraid I'm not," she chuckled. "Who's this Kensington then? Is she someone important? Girlfriend? Had a fight or something?"

"No," I laughed as my palm slammed against the surface of the bar. "God, she hates my guts, did you know that? She's so fierce and confident but definitely frustrating... I don't know. I took her out once... she didn't think it was a proper date cos it wasn't really... she looked so good. She has long hair like you and actually, wow, this is pretty funny," I giggled. "She had some kind of shiny shit on her chest and stuff. Like you do."

"She sounds like a great catch," she replied. "Did she wear Body Lava?"

"No. Why would she wear... lava? Are you crazy? She could get burns from that..."

"Oh my god," she laughed loudly at me and I watched her in confusion. "Oh my god. You are a funny drunk, aren't you? I bet you are. Jesus," she sipped on her drink before she said anything else. "Wow. No. I didn't mean actual lava. I meant this beauty product... you know what? Why am I even telling you this?"

"Dunno," I shrugged. "Is it because you are indicating I should get it for her or...?"

"I mean, you can if you want. It might be a nice present."

"Okay," I nodded. "Girls like lava. Weird. But not judging."

"It's a Rihanna product... here, this is it," she slipped a napkin towards me that she wrote on with a pen that she snatched from behind the bar. I couldn't see what she wrote but it looked long.

"Oh, wow. Ok. Cheers," I smiled as I folded it and slipped it in my pocket. "Have I told you how pretty you are?"

"Yes. Yes, you have. And I thanked you. Thank you, again."

"Alright, mate, that's enough flirting for you for today," a random man said from right next to me. "Come, your taxi should be here soon."

"Oh. You're Bernard, right? The one who wouldn't give me another shot?"

"Brandon, and yes. That was me," he laughed. "Chop-chop."

When we were outside, the cold weather slapped me right in the face. My eyes fluttered closed as I felt like my eyelashes were blown all over the place and the thought made me giggle. It smelled like snow outside or it was the alcohol that made me think of it – I had no idea.

"Finally. I thought you'll never be done and- what the fuck?" the familiar voice crawled in my ear and as my eyes opened, the exact replica of the woman who I chatted about earlier was just... there.

"Kenny?" I asked in surprise. The nickname flew out of my mouth like second nature and she rather visibly pulled a face at it. Perhaps it wasn't appropriate or cute. Well, damn. "Kensington, I mean."

"Hold on. You are the CEO?" the lad next to me turned to face me as he pointed a finger at me. I grinned. I was a CEO.

"Brandon, shut up. Get in the car so I can drop you off at home."

"I'm not done with my shift yet. I'm in till three am. I told you this," he sighed and Kensington rolled her eyes. I had no idea what time it was but she was still in workwear. That confused me even more than I already was. I mean, who the fuck worked till so late in the night?

"Fucking hell," she murmured. "I'll just wait in the car then."

Phone ringing broke the conversation that came from the bartender's pocket. He pulled it out real quick and with a few short words, he ended it just as quick.

"Right. So, the taxi cancelled on you," he turned to me. "Do you have anyone you can call to get you home?"

"Well. My mate is in there... you know the blonde-ish brunette? Yeah. He's probably fucked, though."

"Any family? Siblings?"

"Nah..." I sighed and shrugged. "I'll just walk, I guess."

"Ren, would you just... I need to get back to work but I can't leave this man like this. We can't exactly afford anyone suing the club if something happens to him..."

"There's no way in fucking hell I'm giving him a ride home," Kensington laughed as he declined right away. She looked good in her suit. It was fully black – or maybe navy, I couldn't tell in the dark – and her heels made her even taller. Her hair was up, which I never saw before, but it suited her. "No. You know I would do anything for you but I'm not driving him home..."

"Ren. I have no time. Thank you for being the greatest. See you in a bit," and then the guy was off. That left us two outside.

"So, am I really going to have to walk home? Alone? In the dark?" I asked and got sadder with each word. It made me upset. I didn't want to actually do it.

"Jesus fuck. Get in," she groaned and said so quickly that if I wouldn't have listened, I never would have guessed what left her mouth. She walked over to her car – it was a Lamborghini. I didn't think she was into sport cars. "Don't you dare throw up or you're getting me a new car."

"Well, shit," I mumbled.

"This is the only one in Europe so good fucking luck," she said as she was on about the car. Why didn't that surprise me?

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