Suit & Tie (Harry Styles au) [REPOSTED]

Chapter 39 - Helpful housekeeper & dirty dancing

It rang a few times before a cheery voice answered. "Jace Parker's phone!"

"Louis? I need to speak to Norah."

There was a small choking sound, followed by scuffles and the sound of the receiver being covered up. After a minute of impatient waiting, his voice came through the phone again. "Sure, Harry, one second. She just got out of the shower."

That was enough to make my lip twitch in annoyance. Then Norah spoke, quiet and uncertain, "Hello?"

"Norah, why the hell aren't you answering your phone?" I growled, ignoring the pang of relief and quickening pulse that came with the sound of her voice.

She sighed softly. "I've been busy. What up?"

That was the moment when I realised I had absolutely no logical reason to be calling her at all, especially not after she stomped away from the car and I watched her go without saying a word. I'd spent the car ride home glaring at
N + H on the window and cursing myself.

I pinched the bridge of my nose at the thought. "What time are we going to the club?"

"Oh. You don't have to come to that. Don't worry about it."

"Norah--"

"Harry, please just don't worry about it. I'm sure you have something important to do, yeah?"

My fingers were clenching onto the edge of the mahogany desk with a mind of their own. Norah's voice was hesitant and raspy, as if any word she said might just send me over the edge. Which it might, at this point.

"Yes," I huffed. "I do. We will have lunch tomorrow."

"Sure," She mumbled. "Whatever works."

For the first time since I'd known Norah, she hung up on me without waiting for a response. With a surge of anger, I threw the phone across the room and watched it hit the wall and shatter into tiny, silver pieces on the rich carpet, where it then died with a small beep.

Ms. Jennifer rushed in only minutes later with a look of concern pulled over her face. I pointed coldly at the pile of glass on the ground and watched as her expression changed from concerned, to angry, then back to concerned.

"This is the forth time," She said softly, turning to me with one hand on her wide hips. "That is four perfectly good phones you have broken."

"I will buy another."

She glanced at the mangled phone. "Why did you do it?"

"Norah does not want me to come to the club tonight," I said bitterly. "She said I don't need to worry about it, because I probably have more important things to do."

"I wonder why," Ms. Jennifer responded dryly. "Now really, sweetie, pick up this glass so I don't have to. And I'm not going to sit here and watch you be moody the entire weekend, so either go to the club voluntarily or get over it."

My lips pursed into a thin line. "I will go."

"Good, and try not be so mean for once in your life. You'd think that you'd act differently towards the girl you're in love with."

"I am not in love--" I spit out the word like venom. "--with Norah."

She cracked a small smile. "Mr. Styles, it's so obvious that I'm not sure how she hasn't figured it out yet."

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The tone of Norah's voice didn't change when I told her that I was, in fact, coming. It stayed exactly the way it had been every time I'd talked to her today: monotonous, hesitant, and raspy like she had just woken up. We sorted out the details before ending yet another phone call with an awkward click.