Authors Note: Hello!! To celebrate the coming of a New Year, here is a New Chapter on Styles Towers. I am so excited to have finally managed to write this chapter and hopefully, I can keep it constant with my updating. No promised though. Happy New Year, as wel leave 2017 I hope you all have a lovely start to 2018. Be careful, my lovelies and gave fun ringing in the year! XX

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Before we knew it, snow is settling outside and formulating a perfect blanket in our backyard, Logan and Harry have half a relationship— well, they don't ignore each other as much— they have conversations every now and again; it's November, I have regained access to the business with the strict orders of Harry; I am not permitted to spend too much time working, the second I yawn, Niall or Harry send me home. Oh, and I'm six months pregnant. While Harry has been on partial leave with the business due to the downfall, Niall has been interim CEO and with the go-ahead from Harry, bumped me up to Chief administrative officer. To sum up, what I do besides staying out of Harry's way when he is pissed off at work, I manage daily administrative operations. I am part of the top executive team reporting directly to the CEO. At times, I find it hard to look at Harry with a straight face and say, 'boss.'

Harry gave Logan the money he needed to pay off Charles, that was quite the dinner conversation we had. Harry came clean and informed me that his brother, Logan needed 125,000 pounds to pay off his debt and Harry managed to come up with it. I didn't ask too many questions, I trusted his judgment. He mumbled something about being responsible... Apparently, Logan had turned to Harry and Harry quite literally told him to fuck off. I guess deep down Harry does have some concern for his brother, even if he attempts to come off as a hard ass who despises him. I have attempted to convince Harry to bury the hatchet, but we aren't quite there yet. He still has that bit of hatred in him, whether that be for Logan or their Father, I do not know.
The audit for the business has been a bit of a hell-bent ride, the business accounts have been frozen for the last three months but besides from that, everything has been relatively well... As well as can be. I had thought this rollercoaster ride with the business would put a strain on Harry and I since he doesn't have an outlet to relieve his stress and anger, but to my surprise he has been calm. He does what he can around the office without stepping his boundaries and has been doing his physical therapy.

You could say things are going as smooth as expected.

At three in the morning when the birds have yet to wake and commence to chirping their favourite song and the sun hasn't peaked from its resting place, I discover myself gracefully making my way around the penthouse in an attempt to tire myself enough to go to sleep.
I rest down at the small counter and open Harry's laptop and log in on my account, deciding that I may as well put my time to good use while I am awake and apparently rather active. I read a few emails and reply to them, despite the ungodly hour before I unintentionally click the stocks section. "Damnit," I grumble to myself as the screen shifts black before the stocks pop up and my screen is lit with essentially green streaks while the news of the stocks operates across the bottom of my screen. For a moment, I am astonished that there is so much green across my screen a positive outcome I hadn't expected, at least not so soon.
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I make my way downstairs to Harry's office areas in an attempt to tire myself a little bit. When we stay here, I have made a habit of just roaming the main business floor at night. I have managed to find it soothing, for what reason I do not know.

Sometimes if Harry doesn't discover me missing by the time I come down here, I sneak into his office and relax in his leather chair while facing the window. The city is so impressive at night when it is meant to be sleeping... It is even more beautiful to watch the town turn from a darkened ghost town with the night sky washing a heather-purple to a busy city as the sun begins to rise and the afternoon sky becomes a cocktail-blue. There is just something about chords of soft light spearing down from above and through the large pane windows that is calming and peaceful.

Now, since it is winter, the gravel-grey skies are bare, bleak and depressing.

I'm surprised when I discover Niall hunkered in his office, the door open with the light on. I peer in and he immediately looks up and flashes me a smile. His mariner-blue eyes peer at me and his laptop constantly they're a-gleam with delight and the vigour of youth. They are soft, Irish eyes that always swim with delight no matter what ungodly hour it is. "Elise, why hello. What are you doing up at this hour?" He questions and my eyes instantly take notice of the moon that is shining brightly outside like a ghostly-silver disc in the sky.

His office views differently to Harry's, it's a varied scenery to see at this hour.

I step closer to his desk and give him a small smile. "I can't sleep and Harry's out like a light so can't keep me entertained," I notify Niall and he chuckles. "I saw the stocks increased, what's going on?" I challenge, a bit on edge about the stats that I accidentally came across on Harry's laptop. I am still learning my way around the business world and the stock market, to say the least, it is one hell of a learning process.

Niall clears his throat and flashes me a bright smile. "Well, in short terms, I'm out of a job."

I cock my head to the side, "What do you mean?" The last time Niall thought he was out of a job was when Harry threatened to fire him when Harry was pissed off that he was stuck at home and not able to do business.

We don't let Harry live that day down.

With a gregarious personality and a galactic smile he speaks, "As of three fifteen, Harry got his business back, I am no longer the interim CEO." Niall informs me, "I am demoted, sadly. But this is great for you two."

I stare at Niall for a moment, unsure of whether he is screwing with me or not. He has screwed with me a little bit over the last few months, he has this humorous side to him that he reveals every now and again and I haven't managed to figure out when he is using it against me. "Elise, why do you look like you're plotting my death in a very nonchalant way?"

"Are you screwing with me, Horan?"

"No," he shakes his head, "I am serious. Harry is back as CEO"

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I make my way back upstairs to the Penthouse not bothering to be quiet as I let the door close behind me.

"Harry, Harry wake up," I benevolently wake him and force him out of his slumber. He lets out a groan as his arm moves and he buries himself further in his pillow. "Harry, babe.. wake up." I tenderly nudge his arm and he lets out another grunt.

"Leave me alone," he grumbles in a somnolent voice.

I call his name repeatedly, shaking him with a little more force. His enrapturing, loam-grey eyes flutter open and he promptly swallows, "what.. what's wrong? Are you okay?" He hurriedly sits up, "is it the baby? What's wrong?" He's very expeditious with his words as his voice is deep and laced with sleep.

"I'm fine, the stocks just went up," I inform him in an attempt to express what exactly has occurred.

He grows silent for a moment as he rubs his eyes, "you woke me for the fucking stock market? I thought you were going into early labour or some shit," Harry murmurs lamentably as he leans his back against the headboard and crosses his arms over his chest. "Unless you're in labour or something, I'm going back to fucking sleep, I don't care." Harry drowsily and grumpily mumbles as he wiggles onto his back and pulls forcibly at his covers.

"Harry, get up." I huff and tug at the blankets, causing him to sit up again, "I'm in labour," I roll my eyes in frustration.

"Don't fuck with me," he grumbles into his pillow, "don't be the boy that cries wolf."

I heavily sigh, becoming frustrated with him. "Harry, the stock is up."

"Elise, shhh."

"Harry, get the fuck up," I benevolently tug on his arm. "We need to go downstairs. Get up." I instruct, completely drawing the covers off of him, exposing him.
His eyes fly open and he huffs heavily as he nonchalantly sits up and rubs his eyes.

I wander my way to the door and he gradually follows me with a confused expression painted across his lips, "what the fuck are we doing?" His voice is hoarse from being asleep, his hand yet again rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He pads through the room like a panther in slow-mo.

I grab his hand. "You're coming with me."

"That sounds so damn sexy, but baby, I'm tired."

I flick my eyes to glare over at him before I roll my eyes a-flicker with curiosity over a genial smile. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he realises that our troubles are over and that he has his pride and joy back.

"Good to know you're still perverted when you're half asleep," I mutter and he glances at me with a-glow with love and he flashes me an amiable smile.

I have to say that I am rather pleased that after all these years together that he still flirts with me.
I love it.

I lure him downstairs and force him into Niall office where Niall grins as he glances up at the two of us.

"The fuck am I doing here?" Harry demands with a yawn and Niall begins to laugh, seeming unable to control himself.

"Nice attire and that hair, real turn on, lad."
Niall winks as he gestures to Harry who looks like he's a bit of a mess.

A pair of sweatpants, a wrinkled t-shirt and his usually lush, mother lode-brown hair he usually grooms so carefully has a rippling quality and is all over the place from being asleep.He has a mannish, designer stubble that I quite find to be a turn on.

Quite the different appearance compared to what Niall is used to recognizing. Niall is used to a suit and tie of some sort and a very well groomed Harry.

I shoot Niall a glower and he immediately seizes his lips into a narrow line and stops chuckling. It isn't the first time I have shot him a glare and he has subsequently shut up relatively quick.
I don't know what it is, when I give Harry the scowl he just rolls his eyes and laughs, when Niall is on the receiving end of my glare, Niall readjusts his tone and behaviour.

I am not quite sure if he's deathly afraid of me or if he is deathly afraid of what Harry will do if he makes a wrong move with me.

Harry sighs as he stretches his back and arms out, a few cracks in his bones sounds and sends shivers down my back. "Again, what the hell am I doing here?" he demands while crossing his arms over his chest, not too amused with either Niall or me.

Niall leans back in his chair in the same manly manner Harry does, "Congratulations, Harry. You're the CEO again." Niall informs Harry, "you're now my boss again."

He snarls to himself before frowning at Niall. "I've always been your boss you little twerp." His derring-do personality and bass voice is a big part of his ambitious character and it never seizes to diminish when he is tired and a bit of a cocky prick.

"Harry, the stocks rose... You're back." I state for what feels like the hundredth time.

I was hoping Niall could get through to him since Harry's tired ass is a bit slow and not functioning.

His voice is mellifluous as it leaves his lips. "No fucking way. You're lying," he gasps, finally clicking on what we've been trying to tell his sleepy self.

Niall gestures towards his laptop that is open to the stock exchange, "No, I'm serious... saw it fo' myself. Look." ... "I'm out of a job. The stocks are up which means you're back and the board can't hold anything over you."

"Bullshit."

"Harry," I gently nudge him for his use of language, he needs to watch his language before our child comes out stringing cuss words before it can even read.

Harry clears his throat and rolls his tired eyes, "sorry, bloody rubbish."

"You're CEO again." Niall chuckles as he watches me huff in frustration.

Harry grows silent for a moment as he stares at Niall in disbelief.

His eyes became a-glow with love and he flashes me an amiable smile. "I'm back!" His voice is like bottled thunder, a measure of his vitality.
I stare into his enrapturing, loam-grey eyes and it is like Spring has arrived. Spring is merriment. It's a fizzy tonic, like a leisurely overflowing bottle of bubbling pleasure. You know that bubbly, delightful feeling you exhibit when you take that first fresh breath of spring air? That is what I swear I feel when I gaze into his eyes— his nautical-grey eyes shine as clear as a summer brook.

He eased about the room with a balletic grace before placing his arms around me in a light manner, his arms curling around my waist, drawing me closer to him. "Congratulations, you have the business back."

"We have it back." Harry whispers, leaning down and kissing me tenderly.

"You do all the work, I just sit and look pretty," I chuckle, wrapping my arms around his figure.
He shakes his head, "Nonsense," he kisses my forehead affectionately.

Niall clears his throat, "can you two get a room.... That isn't my office,"

Harry shoots Niall a glare and Niall in return gives him his lambent, meltwater-blue eyes that were a-dazzle with wonder with a friendly smile.

"Hey Niall, very kindly, fuck off." Harry grins, "Go home."

"Please, spare my office its innocence." Niall sighs as he closes the lid of his laptop.

Harry rolls his eyes, "my office?" Harry caresses his lips to my ear and I let out a stifled laugh while considerately stretching away and swatting his chest ever so benevolently.