"Top lawyer, Mr. Harry Styles, was seen spotted with tall blonde at the posh restaurant The Ivy, last Friday night at around 7pm. But that's not all. The tall blonde was indeed in fact a male. Nobody knows who he is. Nobody has heard his name, or knows where he works but it's clear as day that Mr. Harry Styles has a few tricks up his sleeve for this young lad.
Over the past three years, Mr. Styles has proven time over time that he doesn't date – at least, not what that we know of. Every single party or working event, Mr. Styles has never once shown up with a date – he's even turned down some of the biggest names of this century! Which is why it is so surprising that he decided to show himself with this blonde – cute blonde, I might add. The pair seemed to have talked and laughed all evening – even the occasional flirting at the side. So, with that being said, what are every bodies' theories? Are they dating? Are they soul mates? Friends with benefits? Follow us on Twitter at the @TheSun or e-mail us directly on Facebook."
That following Monday, Liam had dumped the newspaper down on Niall's desk, making Niall jump in shock. Niall looks up and gives Liam a puzzled look when Liam jabs an impatient finger to the newspaper article of Harry and Niall. Niall looks down and blushes hard as he sees a couple of pictures of him with Harry outside and inside the restaurant of The Ivy. Damn it, did they have to be that close up? He didn't even recognize that there was paparazzi there that night."
"So?" Niall questions, trying to look innocent. Liam's mouth presses into a thin line.
"You're dating now?" Liam presses, causing Niall to nearly choke on the tea he was drinking. Harry was right in the office next to Niall; it would be embarrassing if he could hear their entire conversation.
"I wouldn't believe everything you read in the paper, mate." Niall sighs and Liam's expression softens. "Besides, that newspaper alone tends to be a bit misleading." He adds reassuringly and Liam only hums in respond.
"I guess so." Liam sighs, running a hand through his hair. Liam smiles apologetically to Niall, takes the paper out of hands and goes to his desk to start his work. Niall can't help but let out a sigh of relief as he gazes at his boss' office. Was that honestly how it looked? That they were dating? Niall hated this. He hated the fact that so many people have made assumptions and jumped to conclusions already, even when they didn't know the full story.
Niall rubs a hand across his forehead in annoyance and goes to grab for his mug of tea for a re-fill. Normally, he'd go to Harry's office and ask him if he wanted a fresh mug but right now, he really didn't feel like talking to him. Silently, he strolls into the kitchen and starts to boil the kettle before grabbing two sugars. After a few seconds, Liam appears with his own mug. They smile toward each other in a silent greeting and at that moment, Harry walks in. He brushes past Liam and greets Niall with a small, "Hey."
"Did you get home all right on Friday night?" Harry asks curiously, placing a plastic tea stirrer into his mug of coffee. Niall nods reassuringly.
"Mhmm. You?" Niall returns the question and Harry nods. Harry gently pats Niall on his lower back before returning back to his office. Niall smiles after him, only to see that Liam was giving him the most bewildered look he'd ever seen. "What?" Niall asks innocently, taking a sip from his mug. Liam only shakes his head dismissively, waving his hand lazily and he leaves the kitchen.
Half way through the morning, Harry calls for Niall to see him in his office. Niall is in the middle of printing something out when Harry beckons his finger toward him and Niall follows him inside the room. Niall closes the door gently behind him and he watches as Harry rests himself against the back of his desk, his bum sitting neatly on the edge. Niall couldn't help but notice how his suit jacket hugged his perfectly muscular shoulders, how his work pants fitted perfectly around his toned thighs and how they sat loosely on his waist, tied around with a belt. He was perfect in every aspect of the word.
"I have a black and white party to attend to tomorrow," Harry begins, bringing Niall out of his trance, "and I'd like you to be there." He continues and Niall blinks, surprised.
"You want me...to be there?" Niall repeats, dumbfounded.
"Yes." Harry nods simply, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Why?" Niall croaks.
"Well, because my own boss is going to be there. I'd like you to meet him, be a little more in depth of the company. I think it'd do you good." Harry encourages and Niall could do nothing but oblige.
It's with that, that Harry had arranged to pick Niall up on Saturday evening in a silver 1970's Ford Capri. Niall couldn't help but wolf-whistle at the sight as Harry pulls up and parks proudly outside of his flat. They get to a posh club in the centre of London and with his hand on the small of Niall's back, Harry guides him up to the entrance. After showing one of the bouncers some sort entry pass, they're allowed through and they're immediately greeted by the conversational hubbub inside.
The club is like a like basement with a second floor. There's loads of white, plump sofas with matching fluffy cushions. The bannister on the staircase is black and spiral and the units of the bar island are black tiles as well. People are either dressed in white or black suits but they're ten times more extravagant than any other normal party that Niall had ever been to and he felt completely out of place. Like he doesn't belong here. He tried to pull his black jacket over him a little, as he felt insecure about how he looked but Harry was already going to kindly offer to hang it up for him so he had no choice but to take it off. Harry, however, seemed completely at ease as he showed off his expensive black waist coat that showed off his perfectly toned body.
They strolled into the threshold and walked over to the bar at the far back. Harry ordered Niall a vodka and coke and Niall immediately took a sip, to ease the tension only realizing that it was probably a mistake for him to be drinking with his boss. Niall couldn't help but cough awkwardly and place his glass back down on the coaster and Harry gives him a puzzled look.
"What?"
"I, um...I can't really hold my liquor well." Niall admits shamefully and he's surprised when Harry laughs humorously.
"If you'd like, I can hold your hair back for you when you puke." Harry offers kindly and Niall smirks.
"Thank you." He replies. He swivels his tongue around the straw in the vodka and coke before clamping his entire mouth onto it and taking a huge gulp when he realized that Harry hadn't taken anything. "Are you not drinking?" Niall asks, slightly confused.
"Well, I'm driving." Harry shrugs and Niall nods knowingly before taking another drink. After a couple of hours later, Niall is completely out of it. He's lost count of how many vodkas he's had – not that he was counting in the first place – and he had also went back to the bar numerous of times to order a few glasses of beer. After meeting Harry's boss, Niall finds himself hovering over the toilet in the men's loo.
He's holding a death grip onto the cold porcelain as he vomits all the alcohol that's inside of him. His palms feel sweaty despite the toilet pan being cool against his skin. He's puking for a little while longer until he hears the toilet door open and footsteps approach him. Seconds later, there's a large palm on the centre of his back, another hand gripping him around his arm as the figure behind him attempts to hold him up over the pan.
"Just let it out, mate." A husky voice says. It's Harry. Niall could all but oblige, lurching over the toilet as horrible, retching sounds erupts from his mouth. Harry could only cringe at the sounds, attempting to comfort his colleague as much as he could as he vomits. Finally, Niall seems to have finished being sick as he slowly rests himself against the cubicle walls, enjoying the sheer coolness of the tiles against the back of his warm neck. Harry pulls back and gives his work mate a worried look, concerned of his well-being. "I think I should take you home." Harry suggest softly and again, Niall could only agree with him. So he weakly stands up and saunters over to the sinks, rinsing his mouth under the tap and standing back up to face Harry, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand from any escaped water that dribbled down his chin.
Harry led Niall steadily out of the pub, past the bouncers and the crowd of people. Harry's car was parked at the back so they had to walk along a dark alleyway – until Niall had puked up in a dumpster. His elbows were leaning over the edge of the dumpster while Harry stood next to him, watching him carefully.
"I'm sorry for ruining your evening." Niall mumbles, feeling particularly miserable and embarrassed.
"You didn't." Harry assures him and Niall looks up, giving him a puzzled look. "My boss seems pretty impressed with you." Harry explains and Niall couldn't help feeling a bit sheepish, if not a bit smug. If this was Harry's attempt to make him feel better, it was working. They continued to walk along the dark alley until they reached the end but Niall had stopped, feeling a little feverish so he rested himself against the wall of the alley.
"You must hate me." Niall says suddenly, feeling a little insecure. Harry's head snaps up at that, feeling a little annoyed that Niall could say such a thing.
"Hey, you listen to me," Harry demands, tilting Niall's chin up with his index finger so Niall could look him in the eyes. "I could never hate you, okay? Never in a million years." Harry finishes and Niall's expression softens at that.
Harry drove Niall home, as promised and Niall had lent his head against the passenger window – enjoying the coldness of the window against his forehead. The ride was quiet the whole way home but not much was needed to be said anyway.
Once they arrived at Niall's flat – Niall directing Harry to the right address – Harry guided Niall through the threshold and into his bedroom. When they had reached the bedroom, Harry sat Niall on his bed and took his shoes off before laying him down. After that, he went to the kitchen and fetched for two paracetamol and a glass of water before sitting down on Niall's bedside table. He drew the curtains closed and when he thought Niall was asleep, passed out on the bed, he heard Niall quietly call his name. Harry paused and turned round, only to see Niall staring back at him.
"Do you mind...do you mind staying with me tonight?" Niall croaks, looking hopefully up at Harry. Harry bit his lip, running a hand through his hair. Even in the dark, Niall could see him hesitating so that's why he silently hid his hand behind his back and crossed his index finger and middle finger together, in hope that Harry would agree to stay. Finally, he gave in and kicked off his shoes before scooting over on the empty side of the bed and pulling Niall close.
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