Suit & Tie (Harry Styles au) [REPOSTED]

Chapter 23 - Stuffed suitcase & letting loose

He glanced up at me when I let out a sigh. "What is the matter?"

"Nothing."

"Norah," He warned. I rolled my eyes before tucking my legs up under me in an attempt to get comfortable. "Do not roll your eyes at me. Talk to me."

"Are you going to be like this the entire?"

"Like what?"

A soft groan escaped me lips. "All business-like and distant. I thought you invited me because you wanted me to be here, not just so you could ignore me the entire time."

"I have work to do. But I want you to be here."

"Whatever," I snapped, turning away from him and pulling the latest People Magazine out of my oversize purse. I pretended not to see him glaring at me as I flipped through the pages and faked interest in Zac Efron's time in rehab.

After a solid five minutes of him watching me, I threw the magazine down in frustration and turned to him. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Come here," He commanded, holding out his hand. I looked at him suspiciously and he gave me a small, reassuring smile that made me scoot closer to him. As soon as I was within reach, his long arms reached out and pulled me into his lap. "Hi."

"Hi," I muttered in response.

"Are you angry with me?"

"Angry, no. Frustrated? Yes. I just want you to relax for once. You looked so stressed out this morning, and here you are on your way to a vacation reading some stupid files and ignoring me."

"Those files are the key to a multi-million dollar merger."

I wrinkled my nose and pulled away to look at him. "That's really cool and everything, but can't it wait? Your mother is getting married. This should be a fun weekend."

"I don't have fun weekends," He responded briskly.

"Come one, Styles. Let loose a little bit," I taunted. Harry looked pained, dark eyebrows furrowing as he cocked his head to the side. I took a deep breath and mustered up all the confidence I could, then leaned forward and began kissing his strong jawline.

His grip on my waist tightened as my kisses trailed up to his ear. "Please? For me?" I whispered. Harry's body went rigid and he pulled away with wide eyes, running his hands through his messy curls once again. I played with the collar of his dress shirt before slipping my hands under the suit jacket and tugging it off his shoulders.

"Norah."

The jacket fell on the seat behind him and I went to work on his tie, my bony fingers working at the expert knot. He watched me intensely, green eyes boring into me, as I undid the tie and it too, fell. I tried to keep up the confident act I was playing and unbuttoned his top two buttons.

His breathing was slowly getting deeper as he watched me, eyes darkening. Finally I ran my hands through his curls, messing them up with a playful smile. "Done," I said proudly. "Now you look like a guy who just got off work and not a stressed CEO."

"You just want to undress me," He responded cooly.

"Do not!"

"Yes, you do. Now I'm going to kiss you, and I don't plan on fucking stopping until this plane lands." He whispered hoarsely before pulling me off of his lap and standing up. I watched in awe as he strided towards the door to the cabin and locked it, turning around with a smirk.

Harry walked calmly back to the couch and sat down beside me, never letting his gaze leave mine. My palms began to sweat and he leaned forward to kiss me, his hands wrapping around my waist and pulling my body on top of his.