Suit & Tie (Harry Styles au) [REPOSTED]

Chapter 9 - Modern penthouse & cold commands

"Call me Harry. And I am not trying to be a dick, Norah. I want you to stay."

"I don't care what you want," I snapped.

He clenched his jaw, swiftly wrapping one of his arms around my back, and the other under my thighs, and pulled me onto his lap. I squirmed but he held my wrists firmly, waiting for me to calm down. I gave up with a huff and glared at him.

"Do not be rude. And I know you want to stay. I do not understand why we are arguing."

"We're arguing because you're mean. And way too touchy.

"You like when I touch you. You get goosebumps," He murmured, trailing one hand down my leg. His eyes focused on my pale thighs where, sure enough, goosebumps raised on my skin. I silently cursed my betraying body and shifted in his lap. He purses his lips at me. "Are you not comfortable?"!

"Can we plead have a normal conversation?" I whined. "Please?"

Styles stared back at me blankly in reply.  I stared back, eyes wide and trying not to break his gaze. After a moment too long, he leaned back against the black leather couch and pulled me to his chest. The scent that always seemed to accompany him comforted me.

"I'm not used to this, Norah," He murmured. I nuzzled into his neck and shifted in his lap. His large hands tensed on my back. "Stop moving," He commanded. I could hear the frown in his voice.

"Sorry..." I muttered shyly.

"What would you like to talk about?"

"I don't know. What do you do for fun?"

"I do not have time for fun, Norah. I work," Harry snapped. Back to CEO Harry.

I pursed my lips at his business-like reply. "You're telling me you never have fun? Seriously, Harry?"

There was a long silence. I played with his grey suit buttons and waited for him to talk. His deep breaths were the only sound in the room. "That was the first time you've called me Harry."

I playfully slapped his chest and sat up, grinning at him. He had an amused smile on his face. One of his curls fell into his face and I reached forward, planning on tucking it back in place. He flinched away from my touch and I quickly withdrew my hand, mumbling a soft 'sorry'.

"It's okay," He whispered. "I'm just not used to that, Norah."

He gave me a slight nod of permission as I took a deep breath and tried again, keeping our eyes locked. I hesitantly ran my fingers through his thick curls, tucking the fallen strand back in place. His jaw clenched as I let my hand fall away.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me," He said lowly. His fingers dug into my lower back and leg, sending shivers down my spine.

"I-uhm..your hair is soft?"

The young CEO frowned and loosened his grip on me. He tugged his lower lip into his teeth as he thought. "For fun, I have sex. Or I play golf."

"I'm not going to have sex with you," I mumbled, blush creeping onto my cheeks. "And I'm shit at golf."

He smiled down at me, the opposite of what I had expected his reaction to be. "I know. And that does not surprise me."

I gave an awkward nod in response. He pulled his lip back between his teeth and knit his eyebrows together. When he spoke, his voice was strained. "You're the first women I've met who hasn't cried or fucked me in the first ten minutes of meeting."

"Even your employees?" I asked cautiously, ducking my head to avoid his gaze.

"They would fall under the fucking category, Norah," He scoffed, twisting his fingers into my long hair and tugging slightly, forcing my gaze back to his. "Are you still scared of me?"