chapter five

N.J.H.
Harry haunts me, and not in a bad way. No, not in a bad way at all. Whenever I even hear his name, my mind drifts back to Louis' breakfast. I can't shake off the way he had me pinned up again the sink, his hands leaving a burning sensation on my chilled skin. He made me so nervous when he stared at me with the dangerous amount of lust in his eyes.

I want him, fuck I need him. All my life I've never had an urge to have someone in my grip, but god I want Harry. Maybe when I'm driving to work I do a happy dance in my seat, but only because I get to see him.

I enter the design division and swipe my name tag across the scanner. Once I put my stuff down I'm immediately bombarded by multiple people.

"Mr. Horan! Mr. Styles needs to see you immediately!"

"The designs for The Avengers 2 posters need to be approved!"

"Niall--"

The only thing being shouted at me that I hear is the one mentioning Harry.

"Mr. Styles needs to see me?" I ask.

"Yes, it's very urgent he says!"

Urgent hm...

I get up from my desk and begin to follow the directory to Harry's office. I've never been there before, and I think this is the only I feel lost in a place I know so well.

"Do you know where Mr. Styles' office is?" I ask someone.

"First door on the right," he says, walking away gruffly, "be careful, he's an ass."

This catches me off guard. The Harry I met does not come across as a jerk at all. I grab the man's shoulder and turn him around to face me.

"What did he do to you?"

"Why don't you figure out for yourself?"

The man walks away in a huff and the boulder in my stomach drops down lower than it should. Come to think of it, I've never actually met work engrossed Harry. What if it's a disaster?

Either way, I silently pray to God and open the door.

"Harry?" I say. His feet are perched on the top of his desk and he looks up from the pamphlet he's reading, a cheeky smile on his face. All ideas of questioning him disappear as I get a good look at him in tight skinny jeans and an opened up dress shirt. My mind turns to mush as I get a good look at all the tattoos on his defined tan chest.

"Niall Horan, finally you come to see me. I was starting to begin to think I wouldn't see you and your beautiful face..."

I blush like crazy and look at my shoes,

"You're just saying that...you shouldn't--"

"And what if I'm being serious Mr. Horan?"

I roll my eyes as my cheeks flush a deeper red. His feet move into my eye sight and I realize he's standing in front of me now. I look up a second too late; he's already got a hand on my waist and my rear against his desk.

"How are you?" He asks me quietly. I feel the pad of his index finger trace circles around my lower back. I gulp and awkwardly place my hands on his hips, slightly pushing myself up.

"I'm doing well, yeah--uh, h-haven't we been in this position before?"

"We could be in so many more if you'd just figure out which team you wanna play for," he says in a hushed voice, going for my ear again. My mouth parts slightly, my hands dropping from his hips. When he pulls away I feel flustered and upset. He walks around his desk to the other side, acting like he wasn't just pressed against me all hotly.

"Niall," he says after looking through a couple file cabinets, "your jeans are really tight you know."

"You love them," I tease, chuckling before I lean off his desk, "maybe I'll wear them more."

"Unless you want me to really bend you over this desk right now." He says in a low tone that makes me shut my mouth immediately.

"So, uh what important thing did you need me to do again?"

"Oh right!" He chuckles, "it's not really that important, just a little game sort of."

"A game? At work?"

"Have you heard of Marco Polo?"

I nod as he leads me out of his office,

"And have you been in the storage room down the hall?"

"What does a storage room have to do with Marco Polo?" I ask before I'm pushed in. He shuts the door behind us and hands me a stack of papers.

"Put these away in the correct bin for me, and then we'll play."

"Why do we need to play Marco Polo?" I ask. He smirks and pulls a chain out of his pocket.

"Unless you like it in here, I'm the only one with a key out."

I turn around and he's gone. Gone. Oh my god. I'm locked in a storage room.

"Harry are you fucking kidding me?!" I exclaim with a groan. I just stuff the papers in the first drawer I see, not caring where they end up.

Marco Polo.

His voice rings in my ear and I shudder.

"Uh, Marco?" I say uncertainly.

"Polo!"

It comes from the back of the room. I almost trip over my feet to get there, but become disappointed to see he's not there.

"Marco?!" I call out again.

"Polo!"

It goes on like this for at least an hour, and we're beginning to make it a silly joke. Even though it's been such a long time, I don't think I've ever laughed this hard while trying to find an escape route.

"M-Marco!" I barely get out as I drop to my knees laughing. I see Harry fall out of an aisle and I can't contain my laughter much anymore.

"P-P-Polo oh my fucking..." Harry has tears coming out of his eyes and his state just makes me want to laugh even more.

"Can we go now?" I crack a small smile as we both lay on the ground.

"Okay, just, one thing," he says, smiling back.

"Yeah?"

"Let me but you dinner later."

I sit up and he's smiling at me, his teeth shining like pearls. How can I say no to him?

"Eh why not. I'll just tell Louis to hold the Kraft Mac & Cheese."

And then we're sprawled on the floor laughing our youth away again.

•

"No Lou-L-Louis!" I laugh, spinning around in my desk chair, "look I'm not gonna be home early tonight. I'm going out so don't make two servings of macaroni."

"Where are you going?" He asks suspiciously, "And why do you sound so happy?!"

"Harry's buying me dinner," I say, "We played Marco Polo today."

"Wait what the fuck are you even at work?" Louis questions, "Did he tie you up and blindfold you--"

"Louis you're on speaker shut up!" I groan, looking around to see if anyone heard. Everyone is minding their own buisness, thank god. He's laughing over the phone and I want to hit him.

"You're an idiot!" I whisper, annoyed. He giggles and I hear him blow me a kiss through the phone.

"Don't forget protection! I'll see you later Ni."

He hangs up and I roll my eyes.

"I don't think we'll need protection of any sort."

I gasp and jump out of my seat, startled to see Harry there.

"Nice to see you too," He chuckles, "you ready to go?"

I nod and he waits for me to gather my things.

"I think this is the earliest I've ever left work," I say as Harry follows behind me.

"I know," he replies, "I heard that you spend long hours here."

Soon we're outside and headed for his car.

"Wait, what about my car?" I look over to my black convertible, "it'll just be here."

"Oh, I've arranged for someone to pick it up." he says.

"Do you trust this 'someone'?" I ask. He smiles and opens his car door for me,

"My trusted assistant is who she is Ni. Very trustworthy."

I nod and tug on my bottom lip with my teeth. Harry comes in the car on the driver's side soon enough and he groans.

"Don't do that to your lip."

I stop tugging at it and give him a questioning look.

"You look too sexy. Simmer down, Irishman."

I feel the heat spread on my cheeks and the car starts soon after. He drives out of the parking lot and reaches for my hand which is resting on the dashboard.

"How much did it take you to get this job Niall?"

"I was an intern once upon a time," I smile, "it was all worth it."

Harry nods and just holds my hand tighter. My insides are turning into jelly, as his hand is leaving a warm fuzzy feeling on my own. This moment is one I never want to end.

•

"Welcome to The Cheesecake Factory," a hostess greets Harry and I as we step inside what seems to be an incredible restaurant.

"Table for two, preferably in the back please." Harry says for us. She nods and walks away, and he looks down at me.

"Have you ever been here before?" He asks, suddenly keeping a firm grip on my waist, "the waitresses are absolute flirts, but the cheesecake is incredible."

"Never been," I say, "But I'm not that hungry."

"You're not leaving here without trying some cheesecake."

The hostess comes back and leads us to a table in the far back, just as Harry had requested.

"Thank you." he says as she walks away. He steps aside, holding his arm out.

"I can be a gentleman," he says cockily. I give him an eye roll and sit down before him. The booth is small, but I don't think either of us mind.

"Is this a date?" I blurt out. Harry looks at me with amused eyes.

"I don't kiss on first dates."

"Then this is totally a date then." I joke. He squeezes my thigh as a waiter comes by, and thank god it's a man.

"Hi guys, I'm Aaron, welcome to our glorious cheesecake empire," he says. Harry and I both wave and he takes out a notepad.

"Can I start you guys with drinks?"

"Uh, I dunno," I realize, and Harry shrugs too.

"This looks like a date to me," he says, tapping his chin with his ballpoint pen, "what about I get you guys a bottle of our best champagne. On the house of course."

"Really?" We both say.

"Yeah," he reassures us, "no charge. I love seeing a couple here that actually looks happy every once in awhile."

All three of us laugh and the waiter makes his departure.

"If that isn't a sign, then I don't know what is Niall." Harry tickles my side and I giggle, slapping his arm.

•

Three glasses of champagne and six pieces of cheesecake later, I'm having the time of my life with Harry Styles.

"Harry, you haven't tried this one yet," I whine, picking up a forkful of my strawberry cheesecake, "Eat it!"

"Okay okay!" Harry takes a long sip of his champagne before putting his lips over my fork. The cheesecake disappears into his mouth and he moans.

"Why have I never tried this one?! It's incredible!" He cheers, "God bless!"

Tonight I realized that business Harry is different from every day Harry. He is very serious about his job and his position as an assistant CEO, but if you get him out of that work mode Harry is honestly the kindest, funniest man I've ever met.

"We should probably go home soon," he says sadly, "it's eleven o'clock and I should probably drop you off."

"Aw, okay." I frown. Harry leaves a huge tip with the check, and we walk out with a lot of take away boxes. He's also carrying the bottle of champagne, which our waiter generously let us keep.

"I'm gonna buy cheesecake from here every day," I drone on, "that was fucking incredible."

"I know," Harry says, "We need to hang out more."

More. As in, there will be a next time?

"Yeah," I grin foolishly, "We do."

As Harry drives me home, he holds my hand over the dashboard again and suddenly all my worries are only minor blemishes in the midst of Harry Styles.

yay :) guys, i taking part in two collaborations! one is for 'turning point' on narrybrojob and another is 'oliver' with marvelnixll . one is narry and one is ziall, so take a look yeah :) xx