NO ONE WON THE LAURA CHALLENGE FROM LAST CHAPTER! she wrote the paragraph about niall's grandmother ahaha. there is going to be some naughty boy hating in this chapter, because i need to lighten the mood for myself and hopefully many others. don't we need/deserve a laugh?

chapter sixteen

N.J.H

Harry is stressed out. It's no secret really; he thinks he's hiding it but when he screams at an employee so much it causes her to cry, it doesn't exactly say 'I'm relaxed'. It's only because with his job, he has a lot more deadlines than me to complete before the trailer release of 'The Avengers 2: Age Of Ultron'. I sympathize for him, because pressure on deadlines used to kill me. Then I began to manage my time and suddenly I'm done weeks before trailer day.

Which is why today I'm sitting in my desk, feet atop the wood surface, ordering my bimbo intern.

"Meg, can you go downtown to Panera?" I ask, remembering how long Zayn spends down there. I want to send her as far away as possible so I can talk to Harry without her hovering about.

"Nia--Mr. Horan," she grunts, "The commute is at least an hour away..."

"Yeah I know," I say, "Doesn't stop ya, does it?"

The look on her face reveals her thoughts of me, and it would be humorous if I gave a single shit.

"You bossing me around won't stop me from getting to Harry--"

"I don't think Harry's gonna drop everything and go save you from getting your mentor lunch so..."

Megan glares at me and I ask her to retrieve my order. She leaves in a rush and I sigh happily, stretching my back. Alone at last...

My last idea is to go visit Harry, considering the fact that he's utterly pissed off and overwhelmed. The last thing he needs is paying his attention towards me.

"Mr. Horan?"

"Yes?"

"Louis Tomlinson is on the phone."

I nod him off, picking up my work landline phone and answering it.

"Tommo, what's up?"

"Okay, so there's this annoying douchebag named Shahid that comes into my company building--"

"Lou, I'm at work now--"

"Niall I know you have time."

"Fine fine..."

It's not that I don't want to hear what he has to say, I just want to be in deep thought about my relationship with Harry.

"So, Shahid. He calls himself fucking Naughty Boy or something, and he's trying to steal my company from me. He literally storms in, with these legal papers or something, saying that he will tear Tomlinson down brick by brick if he has to. Niall I was threatened!"

"Naughty Boy?" I question, "As in, like he's calling himself a bad boy?"

"Niall I don't know or care, I just want to put an end to his confidence and actually tear him down. No one crosses paths with me, I've worked way too hard to get to where I am now."

It's true; Louis has worked himself to the point where he could be hospitalized to get what he has now. He started out as a shy little intern at Vogue, working alongside an ametur designer. I was also interning at Marvel by then, and we both had massive hopes for the field we were in.

Louis had talent back then, he really did. If it wasn't for his eye for fashion he'd probably still be a coffee boy. Same for me, but not as achieved as Louis. He shot straight to the top, his own company. Me? A working progress... maybe.

"No one is going to tear down the biggest industry in the world," I say, "Louis even if someone tried to, it wouldn't happen. You'd get your cute ass right back up and build your empire back while burying the bastard below it."

I could feel Louis smiling from the other side of the phone.

"Thanks Niall, you always know how to cheer me up. Do you wanna just have a movie night tonight? I went out to this party and there was a lot of gourmet pasta... I may or may not have taken half of it home with me before leaving. We can eat that and watch Godzilla or something I dunno."

"It's a date," I say happily, biting my lip. A pasta movie night is exactly what I need now.

"Mr. Horan?"

"Yes?" I groan, looking at the doorway.

"Mr. Styles told me to tell you to check your cellphone."

I pull my phone out of my pocket, unlocking it. My eyes widen at the filthy words spelled out on the screen.

come to my office. now.

I gulp, a blush flourishing on my cheeks. I text him back immediately, my fingers moving painfully slow.

coming...

I say goodbye to Louis, explaining the situation quickly and leaving him with a cliffhanger. I straighten out my clothes and take a long walk to Harry's office. Once there, I open the door and let myself in. The room is slightly dimmed and Harry has his hands in his hair, tugging slowly at the ends.

"Niall?" he says desperately, looking up at me.

"Hey babe," I say, "Are you alright?"

"No babe, I'm not."

"Sorry, bad question..." I say, rubbing the back of my neck, "How's it going?"

"I shouldn't be as stressed out as I am," he sighs, "I feel like I'm losing my mind."

"You should really take a break Harry."

"If I do, it's going to take longer."

I groan, sitting on top on his desk. I turn my legs around so I'm facing him and I run a hand through his hair.

"You're driving yourself mad," I whisper.

He nods and catches my hand in his. He grasps my chin and presses my lips on his quickly. Harry gets up from his office chair and grips my hips roughly, pulling me closer. I don't mind this at all so he only continues, climbing on top of the desk. I can't help but beam at the situation and make a mental note about Harry's desk.

"God I really really needed this," he mutters, pulling me back up. Suddenly I'm on the floor and Harry is unzipping his tight black jeans. My jaw goes slack and I actually start panting as he takes the fabric off his lower region.

"You want me to do this here, and now?" I ask, not exactly appalled at the situation, but confused.

"You think anyone is going to have enough balls to come in here while I'm quote 'stressed and pissed off'?" Harry chuckles, "We'll be fine."

He tugs off his boxers and suddenly any concern of being caught goes out the window when I see his manhood standing proudly in front of me.

Harry reaches down to touch himself but I grab his wrist and throw it to the side.

"Don't do my work for me."

He's pulling at my hair as soon as I have my mouth around him, trying my best to make this blowjob nice. I (once again) try to remember what Louis told me not to do. The first time Harry and I slept together we had gotten right to the good stuff; no foreplay.

In other words, I have no idea what I'm doing.

Harry groans above me so I figure what I'm doing is acceptable. Suddenly he's getting up from his chair and moving to the desk. He pushes my body right behind the desk and I resume as he arches his back into it. It then sinks in that I'm sucking Harry's dick on his desk.

I stop midway and rip off my jeans before continuing. Harry's nails claw at my shirt, leading to him pulling it off my pale back. He then digs his fingernails into the skin and I whine, kissing his tip.

He let's out a loud groan just as there's a knock on the door.

"Mr. Styles?"

I recognize that scaly voice immediately; Megan. My mouth detaches from Harry's cock and I look up at him, worried.

"Fuck it," he mutters, getting off his desk and sitting in his chair.

"Where do I go--"

Harry covers my mouth and I gasp.

"You're gonna keep doing what you're doing under my desk. Try not to make any noise."

I nod and crawl under his desk as he pushes his chair in.

"Come in!"

I grab his dick again but as I'm sucking him off I listen to the conversation.

"I have Mr. Horan's lunch..." Megan says, "But it seems as if he's nowhere to be seen."

"Mr. Horan is doing a couple errands for me..." Harry stammers as I lick his tip again.

"Oh..."

"Y-Yeah..." he grips my hair from under the table and I sigh quietly, running my tongue up and down his hard length. Who said blowjobs are no fun for the ones giving them?

"Well, thanks," she mutters quietly, "And if you need anything..."

"You could leave," Harry says hurriedly, "Yeah that would be great."

I hear her ten inch heels stomp away and I fondle with his balls, making him twitch inside my mouth.

"Niall you little bitch I'm gonna--"

It surprises me when Harry is suddenly shooting a load down my throat, but I take it all down when haunting words cross my mind.

Spitters are quitters.

He pulls me up once he's relieved from his high and kisses the tip of my nose.

"As disgusting as this may sound, I feel much less stressed."

I roll my eyes and he kisses my lips slowly.

"You can go home y'know," he says, "Send Megan home too..."

"Speaking of which," I mutter. He gives me a look and I sit up further.

"What's up babe?"

Harry wraps his arms around me and I smile, curling into his embrace. He holds me for a little, his breathing steady but his heart beating rapidly.

"Harry you know Megan is whoring around for you, right?"

He nods and presses his chin in my hair (which I sadly did not wash). His fingers rubs circles in my arm and he laughs, easing my mind.

"What do you think I am, blind?"

next chapter will be so much better than this ;-;