Suit & Tie (Harry Styles au) [REPOSTED]

Chapter 45 - Missed messages & borrowed beanie

"Oh. Well, on that note..."

"Shower. Breakfast is in the oven. And has Louis called you perchance?"

I pushed myself up off the floor. "Yeah, a couple times. Why?"

"I think he's mad at me," Jace pouted for a moment before poking my arm. "Get in the shower, little slut."

The poke turned into a quick little slapping match before I finally made my way to the bathroom to get ready for what was surely going to be an intense day at work. Seeing as I had skipped a few days the past week, I was behind on my edits and whatever else Victoria had us working on.

After lathering up in my favourite strawberry soap and washing my hair, I excited the superbly warm shower for the much less welcoming bedroom, where I was greeted to the sight of a lovely already picked out by my roommate.

I slipped into the modest leather dress and pulled on my heels, then headed to the kitchen. It was nice to have Jace wake me up with cups of coffee and fresh cooked French toast again. This was a lot more normal than the past few weeks had been with Harry.

"So Jace," I cooed, giving his butt a smack as I grabbed my toast. "It's a little quiet without Louis, hm?"

"Norah, if you know what is good for you, you will stop talking right now."

"Just tell me what happened!"

He scowled at me over his coffee mug. "If you must know, I told him that the play he was auditioning for sounded downright awful."

A large gasp of amused laughter escaped my lips and I just as quickly slapped my hand over my mouth to smother it, spilling hot coffee down the front of my dress in the process. "Seriously," I huffed as I reached for a napkin, "my boyfriend is a work addict who won't tell me he loves me, and you have an artistic debate?"

"That sounds about correct, yeah."

"Who would have thought you would be the one with the normal relationship?" I grumbled. Jace only shot me a cheeky grin from across the kitchen, one that clearly read 'I'm better than you', and then bit into his own breakfast.

After eating our food, we grabbed our seconds cups of coffee and headed down the stairs of our little apartment building into the much more frantic, much more alarming streets of downtown Manhattan before everyone's 9 o'clock shifts start.

We pushed through the throngs of fashionable hipsters in true New York fashion; after living here for over seven years, I had practically become an expert on the correct way to push people and when it's okay to ignore the flashing 'don't walk' signs.

Jace's arm interlocked with mine as we walked. "You know, we've gotta start planning this whole Thanksgiving thing. How many people are coming this year?"

"A ton," I mumbled. "Obviously Louis and Harry. Then Liam and Sophia, and then I think our Sophia might drop by for a little while. And Alice and Aaron should be coming again. Your parents?"

"Mine aren't coming. So that's at least seven, plus us makes nine, and that is a shit ton of food, Norah. There is no way I'm going to be able to cook that all."

"I'll help."

"Let's be realistic."

I shoved him playfully onto seventh avenue. "Harry can cook. I'll make him help you. Or ask him to, whatever. This morning he said he had to work on Thanksgiving, so I told him strippers would be there and so he's coming. I think. He should be."

"If I'm honest," Jace drawled, bumping back into me, "I'm not 100% opposed to the stripper idea. Maybe he, or she, whatever, could dress up like a turkey? With little feathers over their nipples?"