Suit & Tie (Harry Styles au) [REPOSTED]

Chapter 9 - Modern penthouse & cold commands

"A little bit," I admitted

"Good. You probably should not come on another date with me."

"Who said I was going to?" I teased as a slight yawn escaped my lips.

"I wasn't going to give you a choice," He smirked, eyes flickering over my face. "You're tired. Come, you can sleep upstairs."

With that, he stood up, placing one hand under my thighs and the other under my back and lifting me with ease. He carried me up the stairs, ignoring my protests with a roll of his eyes, and slowly sets me on my feet outside the guest bedroom.

"I'd rather go home," I muttered anxiously.

"No. A driver will take you home in the morning. It is late."

I pursed my lips to keep myself from snapping back at him, knowing that hey arguing was hopeless and would just piss him off. He cocked his head to the side, as if he was waiting for me to give him a sassy reply. The moment was broken when his phone buzzed.

"Styles!" He snapped as a hello. He clenched his jaw at whoever was on the other line. "Do not ever call me past 8:00 unless it is an emergency. I told you I was busy tonight."

His deep voice was cold and business-like. There was another pause and his hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me to his chest. "I do not care. I specifically left instructions l that I was not blot be contacted for 5 hours. You're fired."

With that, he shoved his phone angrily back in his pocket. I watched him warily as he leaned over me and pushed open the door. I opened my mouth to speak and received a piercing glare.

"Don't," He warned.

I nodded in understanding and stuck out my tongue at him. He frowned at my playful gesture. "I will bring you a t-shirt."

He turned on his heel and his long legs carried him away. I stepped into the guest bedroom, sinking into the soft bed and immediately pulling the uncomfortable high heels off my feet, letting out a soft sigh of relief and wriggling my toes.

"Better?" Harry's deep voice mused. Another yawn escaped my lips in response.

"You should have told me you were uncomfortable, Norah," He scolded as he set a plain t-shit and boxers on the edge of the bed and stepped away. "You will tell me next time you are, yes?"

"Yes," I sighed

Harry gave me a curt nod before turning around and walking towards the door. He paused, broad shoulders tensing as his hand grasped the doorknob. He froze, debating with himself before turning back to me.

He walked to where I sat on the edge of the bed with a dark expression. I held my breath as he leaned down, bringing his head level to mine. His warm breath fanned across my cheeks and my eyes fluttered shut.

"I'm going to kiss you now, Norah."

"But-"

"It wasn't a question," she growled in my ear. My breath hitched in my throat and I froze. One of his hands gripped my waist and the other wrapped around the back of my neck.

Harry's mouth was on mine in a second. I sat there, unresponsive, as his lips pressed against mine hungrily, begging for a reaction. A groan of frustration escaped his throat and he bit down roughly on my lower lip before pulling away.

"Kiss me back," He ordered in a throaty whisper, eyes taking me in with a cool gaze.

The command was all I needed to pull me out of shock. Without another thought, I placed my lips back on his and pulled on the lapels of his suit, bringing him closer to me. His hands wound into my hair and tugged slightly. His teeth grazed down my jawline to my neck until he found my sweet spot, causing me to gasp.

Smirking against the warm skin of my neck, Harry pushed me back into the bed, letting his body fall on top of mine while supporting himself with his forearms. I felt his broad muscles beneath my small hands and moaned softly as he began sucking right above my collarbone.

The gentleness only lasted for a second before he bit down again, harshly sucking and running his tongue over one spot, sure to leave a dark love bite. I shoved feebly at his chest in protest, but he growled against me neck and I gave up the futile attempts.

His mouth finally stopped its assault and kissed the purple bruise softly before pulling himself off of me gracefully. He stood up and fixed suit jacket before looking back down at me. I flinched away as he brushed the hair back off my neck, revealing the mark.

"It looks nice on you. Do not cover it," He commanded, chest moving up and down quickly as he caught his breath. His eyes darkened as they took me in, still laying on the bed with swollen lip and messy hair. He ran his fingers through his now messed up curls.

"A driver will take you home tomorrow. Feel free to shower and change here. I will provide clothing," He snapped.

Without waiting for a response, Harry Styles strode out of the room and slammed the door behind him. Flinching at the loud sound, I laid in bed and tried to calm my beating heart, which was going to potentially burst out of my chest at any moment.

After I caught my breath, I slipped out of the dress I had been wearing and slid on the soft t-shirt he had left me. The fact that it smelled like him was enough to give me butterflies. I huffed in annoyance, knowing his cologne probably cost more than my entire wardrobe.

I was also slightly annoyed with the large purple mark on my neck, but I'd forgive him for that due to the fact that when he wasn't being horribly demanding or rude, Harry Styles was actually kind of charming. Not to mention extremely attractive and a damn good kisser.