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chapter twenty-four

N.J.H.

Going back to work turns out being really weird. After the weekend I had, seeing Megan and all my other coworkers feels strange. Harry and I ended up falling asleep on his couch once we got home from Gemma's house, neither of us showered or well rested. The next morning was hectic as we tried to ready ourselves for a busy day at work.

I open the door quickly, fixing my tie so it drapes over my short-sleeved button down evenly. As I walk into the office, a couple heads turn to stare at me. I start to wonder if I did something wrong, but I realize what seems fishy as soon as Megan comes by me with a smirk.

"Someone wants to see you," she tells me, "she's in the waiting room and, she's impatient."

"You have to tell her to wait," I say calmly, trying not to become infuriated the second I walk into work, "I have paperwork, and then I have to meet with Mr. Styles."

"Your fuck buddy?" she taunts.

"My boyfriend," I come back, "and I believe you have coffee to get me, so get on that."

"All I've done is get coffee for you," she complains.

"Well all you've done is try to fuck my boyfriend, so I think we're even. Ta ta."

She walks away in a huff and though I'm not the demanding type, but if someone like her crosses my path, all my sympathy is out of the window. I have no respect for trainwrecks like my intern. All my life I've worked hard and watched others work harder to be where they are today. A girl that expects to fuck her way to the top has none of my respect.

The day consists mostly of the said paperwork I had to fill out. It took awhile and was majorly tedious but as soon as I got it done I had a pretty relaxed day. I didn't have much to do with the release of a new movie soon, so I chose to spend the rest of my hours in Harry's office.

"Babe?"

I snap out of my mental replay of the day and draw my attention towards Harry,

"What's up?"

"Didn't you have a meeting?"

"Oh!" I exclaim, "Shit! I forgot!"

Grabbing my shoes, I slip them on quickly and prepare to rush out of the door, but Harry grabs my arm before I can advance.

"Babe," he says, standing me in front of him firmly, "I just smothered you with kisses on top of my desk. You can't just run out of here without fixing yourself up."

He tousles my hair with the tips of his fingers, which have multiple rings fastened on them today. He then straightens out my shirt evenly and presses a kiss on my forehead before patting my bum.

"There we go," he sighs happily, "go on now."

I roll my eyes as he leans down again, kissing the tip of my nose.

"But seriously," he says quickly, "I am ordering Chinese for lunch. No. Joke. The craving is eating me alive."

I laugh, nodding as he picks up his phone and notes again that he isn't kidding. The door shuts softly behind me as I speed walk over to the waiting room.

"Oh my god," I say loud enough for the awaiting girl to hear, "I apologize; I had so much work to do--"

My breath gets caught in my throat as Tiffany smiles slyly at me. She's wearing a short skirt, a crop top and a pound of make-up. It then occurs to me how differently she dressed and acted around me when we were in a relationship. She plays the part the man wants to see.

"Who are you dating now, huh?" I ask, leaning on the door frame and trying to keep my cool.

"None of your business," she answers snarkily, "but, I do want to talk to you. And since you're right in the way of my meeting, I figured that I'd stop by."

"What do you want Tiffany?" I stress, "I told you months ago that I'm done--"

"Relax." she snaps, "I only want you for a couple minutes."

Tiffany walks in front of me and heads towards my office as I angrily follow behind her. Last time I checked, I never wanted to see this bitch's face again. I erased her number, deleted all our pictures and did everything but preparing to see her again.

I shut the door behind us and take large steps towards my chair, sitting down before she even thinks about taking the only seat in the room. Tiffany stands silently and I begin to get irritated. I want this to end as quickly as possible,

"Well?" I say, "Why am I being blessed with your presence?"

"I need a favor," she starts.

"Bad way to begin." I cut her off, "Whatever it is, no."

"Just let me finish," she says, "I need you to try to take me back in front of my boyfriend. I need him to get jealous. The sex is great when he's jealous."

My horrified expression isn't enough to give Tiffany a hint to get out. She still has the cunning smile on her face and an arrogant attitude. Anger toward her reaches an infinite high as she sits on top of my desk and utters the next few words,

"You've always been the desperate type," she sighs, "that's why I'm asking you."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm giving you a chance to assume you can even take me back," she repeats, "take it or leave it--"

"Get the hell out of my office," I tell her, "You're a whore. You fuck whoever you want for money and I'm not allowing myself to get involved with that in any way ever again. Leave."

"Oh but you fucking the junior CEO is okay?" she interrogates me, "You're no better than me Horan!"

"He's been working here for literally two months," I explain, "I've been working here all my life. Your argument is invalid and so is your time here. Leave Tiffany."

"You don't tell me what to do." She sasses me.

"Yeah well security will," I press the button under my desk, notifying security guards to come up. Tiffany stands with her arms stubbornly folded until two men in uniform enter my office.

"Something wrong Mr. Horan?" They ask simultaneously.

"She's bothering me," I answer, "take her out."

"Yes sir." They both say, grabbing Tiffany's arms and pulling her away from me.

"The hell?!" she exclaims, "Niall you can't do this you loved me!"

"The same love that you got from god knows how many other men," I shout back at her, "get out Tiffany! Get out and never come back!"

Tiffany laughs maliciously before screaming back at me,

"Tell Megan I said hi!"

The door slams shut behind her and I stare forward, her last words being the only words running through my mind. How does Tiffany know Megan?

Before I can even register what's occurring I'm running out of my office in full speed and screaming at the guards to let her go. They ask why I had a sudden change of heart, and I only tell them that 'we're not through yet'. Once they leave, I take her arm harshly and march us both to Harry's office.

"Where are we going?" she asks.

"To see Harry."

I open the door to his office and he looks at us both, surprised.

"Babe," he grins, "I ordered the-- who...who is this?"

"Harry," I seethe, "my ex-girlfriend. Tiffany, my boyfriend. Harry, Megan needs to be fired. Like, now."

"Why?"

"She's here under her request," I piece together the puzzles as I go, explaining to Harry as efficiently as I can, "There's something linking to the fact that she is relentlessly trying to get into your pants and now Tiffany is showing up."

Harry's concern turns into slight fury as he looks at Tiffany closely. I nod, indicating that this is the ex I was torn about a long time ago.

"Well," Harry begins, "If that is the case, then I will be meeting with the CEO as soon as possible."

"Funny," she chuckles, "I was just about to go meet with him too."

Tiffany blows us both kisses before sauntering from the room. Harry and I both glance at each other in concern. Something not so pretty is going on between our boss and Tiffany.

"God," I whisper, cover my face with my hands, "I'm gonna get fired. She's gonna ruin my life she--"

"Hey hey hey," Harry consoles me almost immediately, pressing his lips to my cheek, "I have a weight of power too. You're not getting fired."

I nod, groaning.

"This has certainly been an interesting couple days."

"Well," he says, "Thanksgiving is coming up soon."

"Oh," I say sarcastically, "and that's supposed to make me feel better? That's like the ultimate pop test. Especially for us. Four families in one place? Something crazy is bound to happen."

"And we shall remain the same afterwards," he says romantically as his arms sweep me into his arms, "because no matter what, love always wins."