Suit & Tie (Harry Styles au) [REPOSTED]

Chapter 13 - Hungover days & remembering reputations

We walked with our arms linked, sipping our drink and munching on nut bars. Finally the GQ office building loomed up ahead of us. Our trash was thrown into the garage can we we walked in. My office was warm and welcoming as I tossed my bag down on my desk and collapsed in my chair.

My email was overloaded with new messages that I quickly flipped through. We had a meeting, that I had obviously forgotten about, at 11. Jace barged in as usual and informed me ten minutes before.

The meeting took longer than it should have because Victoria kept shooting everyone's ideas down until she found 'the perfect one'. Finally, Aaron gave the idea of a section on New York socialites and that was that.

"Longest meeting ever," I grumbled on my way out, checking the time on my gold Michael Kors watch. "Should I text Harry and tell him I'm bringing him his suit jacket?"

"Definitely. You can't just show up," Jace pointed out. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and waved his fingers as we parted ways, me headed to Harry's office with his Gucci suit jacket in my arms, and Jace back to the lunch room with Aaron.

"Good luck with your psycho CEO!" He called over his shoulder.

"He's not mine!" I yelled back. Victoria glared at me and I scurried out of the office with a sheepish grin.

After a short walk, I was at Styles Enterprises once again. I stood outside the tall building for a few minutes before finally mustering up enough courage to enter and barged in. The blonde receptionist looked at me in confusion, but with a confident wave I walked past her.

People came on and off the elevator as I slowly made it up to the top floor. The receptionist from last time looked absolutely shocked to see me. She had probably thought she's never see again after I ran out of there last time.

"Uhm, I have Mr. Styles' suit coat," I mumbled, holding it out awkwardly for her to see. "I need to give it to him."

Her mouth dropped open but she quickly recovered. I scowled at her. "Mr. Styles is in a meeting. He is very busy today."

"Oh. Well, I'll just leave this here for him. Will you tell him he left it at my apartment?"

"Sure," She smiled with fake enthusiasm and a curious glance. "Mr. Styles was at your apartment?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but yes he was," I mumbled.

"Must have really impressed him in that first interview. Now unless you have more business to take care of here, please escort yourself out," She said sweetly. I grimaced and turned away to walk back to the elevator.

Fiddling with my rings as I waited, my head snapped up at the sound of Harry's deep voice echoing down the hallway. My knees weakened immediately and my heart started pounding. Memories of his lips pressed harshly against mine flipped through my brain as I heard him snap at someone in his business tone, making me smile like an idiot.

Finally I got the courage to look, and raised my head slowly to peek at him. He had on dark grey suit pants and a white button down shirt. His brown curls were all over the place as he adjusted his tie with one hand and talked on the phone with the other, gorgeous face pulled into an angry expression. He looked perfect and powerful, as usual.

I was wondering why he was talking on the phone outside of his own office when a blonde, who I recognised as Cara, opened the door and stepped out into the hallway beside him, adjusting her dress. Her hair was also messed up. Sex hair, I realised.

He scowled at her and pointed back at his office, indicating for her to go back inside. She said something back that I didn't catch. He covered the mouthpiece of his iPhone, still scowling at her, and pressed her roughly against the wall.

I watched a cheeky grin plaster her face as she nodded her head yes and was released, then stepped back into his office. He winked and started talking in the phone again, all emotion gone from his face the second she went away.

The elevator beeped and I hurried inside, holding onto the railing for dear life. I don't know why I thought maybe he had actually liked me. I had let myself forget that he was a business man who put pleasure first. I had known that ever since I read about his reputation when doing research for my interview.

"Fucking stupid," I mumbled to myself as I walked, fiddling with my chunky golden necklace.

I had let him charms get to me, just like he knew they would. As much as I wanted to run up to him and slap him across the face for getting my hopes up, I also wanted to jump on him and wrap my legs around his waist and have his lips caress mine. I wanted to see him smile with his dimples.

I wanted the nice side of Harry. The side that I had seen only a few time but I was already hopelessly infatuated with. The side that wasn't really Harry. I needed to remember that he was Mr. Styles, CEO and a millionaire.

Shivering as I stepped out onto the sidewalk, I pulled out my phone and quickly deleted his number so that I wouldn't text him when I was drunk. Drunk Norah was very into drunk texting. I decided that I wasn't going to fall deeper into the hole that was Harry Styles, because I would only come out with a broken heart.