chapter four

H.E.S.
"Gemma," I gush, "Look at this one, look!"

"Harry I've seen so many pictures of this Niall guy that he's going to be in my dreams," my sister complains, "You literally talked to this guy twice, and now it's everlasting love?"

"The statistical probability of one finding love at first sight is one out of a thousand people."

"You got that out of a book."

"A book based on a true story." I counter, proud of myself.

"But Harry, you literally stalked the poor boy."

"All I used was his name," I flushed, "Come on Gemma, he's fucking hot and he works for me. God I wanna screw him so hard--"

"Stop it!" Gemma squeals, running away. I chuckle and continue to scroll through the blonde's Instagram profile. Call me a stalker but I couldn't care less to be honest. Niall Horan is the most gorgeous man I've ever laid my eyes on. No one has ever made me feel so...excited.

I need him.

He needs to be mine and I'll do anything for him.

N.J.H.
"NO GET THE SUNLIGHT AWAY!" I scream as Louis opens the blinds to the guest room. I throw multiple pillows at him but he just chucks them back in a huff.

"Niall get up it's eleven am, the day already started," He groans sleepily, "my intern and the others should be here any minute so mane yourself presentable."

"What? Why?" I whine.

"They're having breakfast with us, remember? And your girlfriend is coming to take your ass back to your house tonight."

"You know why I'm here...she insulted me. And in the worst way."

"As much as I hate her she makes you happy for some reason, so please get up. Christ Niall."

"Can you make pancakes?" I plead.

"I'll ask Jeffery to make them," he yawns, "I'm gonna shower so don't turn on the hot water."

"Yes princess," I grumble. Louis stops moving and glares at me.

"I'll have Zayn stop by Marvel to drop off a Barbie Princess Castle Toy-Set for you if you ever call me princess again." My best friend answers sassily.

"Sorry," I hold my hands up in the air and he snorts. Louis hates anyone calling him princess, and he's got good reason.

Once upon a time Louis was in love with a man named Stanely. The two of them were like a match made in heaven, believe me. I'd never seen my best friend happier.

When Stan left him for a rising celebrity, I never though it would ruin him so much. The only time I heard the words 'I want to die' come out of Louis' mouth was when Stan made his departure.

He would always call him princess; always. So Louis forbid the word; never wanted to hear it out of anyone's mouth again. I knew he was hurt from the break-up to this day.

I take the steps one by one, expertly dodging the chefs running around the kitchen. I sit at the island counter where Jeffery is preparing my special breakfast request.

"Jeffery," I whine.

"Yes Mr. Horan?"

I spin around on my stool and groan loudly,

"I need your smart butler advice."

"What seems to be the problem?"

"My girlfriend isn't even my girlfriend. When I'm with her all I feel is the emptiness in my heart. Jeffery, why do I have a girlfriend but feel so alone at the same time?"

"A relationship consists of two people sir. If you're the only one in it, then that would explain your lonely feeling."

"What should I do?" I sigh.

"That's not my choice sir, but I'd figure yourself out first."

I nod and pull out my phone. I never thought a butler could help me so much. Dialing Tiffany's number, I swallow all my nerves and wait for her to pick up.

"Niall?"

"Tiffany I want to take a break."

"What?! Niall I--"

"No no, we're still together, I'm just going to spend some time at Louis'. I just really need to think about us thoroughly."

"Okay," she sighs, "I'm here when you're ready."

"Thank you, bye, I love you."

She hangs up and my heart aches. She never says I love you back...

Louis comes running down the stairs in a t-shirt and tight black jeans.

"Guess who's staying with you longer!?" I cheer.

"Oh my god no!" Louis screams dramatically, "How can this happen?!"

"I just need time to make final decisions about...my sexuality before going back to Tiffany." I explain, "Boners during male model dress rehearsals aren't exactly normal."

"They are if you're gay."

"Whatever," I groan. The doorbell rings and Louis squeals,

"Interns!"

Louis begins to jump around making sure everything is ready, so I decide to answer the door. I run into Louis' main hallway and grab the doorknob, pulling his front door open.

"Hey guys, welco--"

Harry stands at the front door in a black and red striped shirt and black jeans. His hair is wilder than usual and he has a lazy smile on his face that makes me whimper.

"I really do apologize for coming uninvited," he says sheepishly, "but saying I came because I wanted to would be a lie."

"Then...then why did you come?" I ask, a bit confused.

"To see you."

It comes out in a hushed whisper and I almost don't hear him as he strides into the house, but I hear just enough to be baffled.

The cars transporting Louis' interns pulls into the driveway as soon as Harry's hired car drives back onto the main road. A bunch of girls and boys (including Zayn, who I spot instantly) pile out of the vans, the lot of them squealing. I push the doors back to stay open and go back inside.

"Louis?!"

I pass Harry, who is sitting on the couch. I look away from him and literally sprint up the steps to Louis' bedroom.

"Louis oh my god," I heave as he puts his phone down.

"Oh, did the interns attack you? So sorry Niall, you know some of them can be such fangirls--"

"No Louis, Harry's here!" I whisper. He gasps and begins to clap his hands.

"I knew he'd come!"

"You invited him?!" I growl, throwing the closest thing to me at him; a pen.

"Niall, the first step of homosexual discovery is realizing that you have a crush. A small connection is what can make you switch teams so quickly."

"And inviting him to your Intern Breakfast was your bright idea?"

"It's just a bunch of teenagers Niall, god," he mutters, "Grow some balls and talk to the man. Maybe it's just a friendship, you don't know until you go for it."

"Fine fine, whatever," I mutter, "But can I borrow one of your shirts? This one looks nasty now that he's here."

"Clothing changes due to the person's presence? I smell homo!"

"Fuck yourself. I'm taking your Van's t-shirt."

•

Louis and I both walk downstairs to the loud noise. His little minions are all squealing and talking like there's no tomorrow. Harry sits at the seat in front of the head of the table, where Louis sits. I'm supposed to sit next to Lou, which means I'm sitting across from Harry.

Grand.

Louis claps his hands and I move past him, heading for my seat. I pull out my chair and plop down in it, bringing Harry's attention towards me.

"You changed your shirt." Harry whispers.

"Wasn't fitting me well." I lie.

"It was before I came."

The smirk on his face makes me feel small and submissive. It feels like he's got some type of power over me (other than the fact that he's my boss). He feels like he has some type of advantage over me and I hate that.

"Don't look at me like that." I whisper, getting a bit annoyed.

"Like what?"

"Like...like that! I'm not your submissive little puppy."

"Sorry," he smiles, "My apologies."

"Stop talking like a fancy Brit too, that's annoying." I add.

"By saying sorry?"

"You could just say 'sorry mate' or 'my bad mate'."

"I usually talk like this," he chuckles, "Trust me, I'm not a fancy Brit."

"Then why do you act like one?"

"My family likes to bring up all their children like that. Like each child is one of Britain's elite. Ironically, I'm under that label."

"Which would explain your weird fancy talking--"

"Look just because I look and act this way in public, does not mean in any way that I'm an asshole, if that's what you're implying."

"What should I assume of you then."

"Simply this; I'm the assistant CEO of Marvel Studios. I just happen to gay, and I really want you to call me."

My eyebrows pop up as he slips me a small piece of paper.

"I...I...I'm straight." I stutter nervously.

"Then why is your face turning pink?"

"You surprised me..."

"Did I?"

Louis is finishing his speech in the background and I sigh, snatching the piece of paper from the table.

"I don't know mate, it's complicated."

The breakfast platters start being placed on the table and I smile in relief. A plate of pancakes is placed in front of me with syrup and butter on the side. Happy that I don't have to dig through the platter, I begin to eat.

"Are you going to work tomorrow?"

"Course. Why?"

"Come to my office first thing. Something needs to be done and I need it done quickly."

I raise an eyebrow at him, wondering if he really thinks he'll get away with this relentless flirting.

"I'm being serious!" He exclaims, "There's actually something that I need to get done that I can't tomorrow. I'm not trying to get you bent over my desk."

My cheeks flush and my cock twitches when he says that.

"Uh, excuse me for just a moment." I mutter, getting up and quickly rushing to the bathroom. Shutting the door tightly and locking it is the first thing I do before I rest my hands on both sides of the sink.

Since when do men arouse me so much? I think about what Jeffery told me this morning, about how there's always two people in a relationship. If ones not in it, then both sides feel lifeless.

Maybe I'm the weak link. I'm the one bringing down the relationship. I don't...I don't love Tiffany?

No, no I do love her. I do. The thought of leaving her so abruptly makes me feel sick. I just need to understand, I need to know why I feel this way all of a sudden. Why I'm doubting Tiffany and wanting to move on complicates me. It makes no sense, considering I was just thinking about proposing to her.

There's a knock on the door and I immediately feel terrible. Someone is out there waiting to take a piss and I'm here complicating my life. I open the door quickly,

"I'm so sorry I'll be done in a seco--"

The door gets pushed open and low and behold, Harry is locking us in.

"Look I--"

"You're confused," he says, "Sexually."

"How'd you know hm?" I say, "Did I need a blinking sign above me?"

"Look," he says, "I like you. I really just, want you, if that makes any sense. But, I just met you and you're confused. My attraction is purely based on visual chemistry and I don't ever want to take advantage of someone who's sexually confused."

"Why not? You've got an opening, why don't you take it?" I challenge him.

"I'm a gentleman. Plus, from personal experience, it isn't the best way to figure yourself out."

"What are you suggesting then."

"You tell me when you figure out. Until then, I will not let my lips touch yours."

"Fair" I say, "I won't leave you waiting for long."

"Oh take your time," he says, moving closer to me. I back up until my backside hits the edge of the sink. He places his hands on either side of the sink, leaving me trapped between him and the counter,

"The longer you take, the more fun I get to have."

He's dangerously close to me now, the proximity between us minimal. I feel as if, if I make a single sound or breath, everything will crumble from beneath us. Harry's green eyes bore into mine, his stare making me feel weak. My ears are ringing and my heart is pounding out of my chest. The scene playing out in front of me reminds me of every Beyoncé song I've ever heard as he leans into me. His lips are so close to mine and I poke my tongue out, licking a stripe over my bottom lip nervously.

He smiles and moves closer to my ear,

"My lips don't touch yours, until you're positive."

A delicate kiss is placed on my ear and I shudder, almost loosing my balance. Harry grabs my waist and hoists me back up on my feet as I slightly gasp.

"We should probably get back," he says, "Your friend is probably wondering where we are."

"Yeah..." I say breathlessly, "probably wondering...wondering what?"

His hands leave my hips and I whimper from the loss of his warm touch.

"Remember to call me." Harry says before leaving me in the bathroom with my thoughts.

most of the story will be in niall's point of view by the way.