the ending of this tho
#SorryNotSorryButLowkeyKindOf
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I arrived at Harry's after my last class, stepping out of the car and thanking Anthony for the ride. I went straight up to Harry's floor, stepping out of the elevator and seeing the familiar hustle and bustle of the office.
Laura was not at her desk, so I wondered if I should just go to Harry's office myself or wait for her. Sometimes Harry was busy and I didn't want to be rude and walk in on a meeting or something.
I saw Liam walk out of one of the conference rooms, and I hastily flagged him down. "Hi, Liam, uh, I was wondering if you knew if Harry was busy right now?"
Liam seemed a little confused as to why I was here, but maybe I was just reading his facial expressions wrong. He nodded his head toward Harry's office and said, "No, he's expecting you." His tone seemed a little off, like he was unhappy or something. He knocked on Harry's door and poked his head inside. "Harry, Miss Daugherty is here to see you."
"Send her in," I heard Harry's beautiful, deep voice from behind the door. Liam let me pass, and I walked into Harry's office, smiling as I sat down in the chair across from his desk.
"I didn't know if you were in a meeting or not." I said, and he cocked his head.
"Why would you say that?" He frowned. He began pulling multiple files out from his desk drawer.
"Laura's not at her desk," I explained. "She always let's me know if you're available or not."
"Oh, she's running errands for me at the moment." He said, and placed the folders on his desk top, flipping open the first one. We discussed the different magazines that had requested me and what seasons they were asking for. It was a little overwhelming, understanding all the policies that each company had. Harry explained that we would be meeting with each magazine's marketing team before their photo shoots to sign contracts and make sure we were all on the same page.
My meeting with Harry took a little over an hour and a half. He was very professional the entire time and it was hard to stay focused at times. Part of my brain was very interested in the magazines and everything I would get to do, the other part of my brain was scanning his office and thinking of all the places we could have sex in here.
I was in the middle of thinking about sex on his desk when he shut the last folder, raising his eyebrows and folding his hands on top of the desk. "Well? How does that sound?"
I had absolutely no clue what he had said prior, so I just nodded with a believable smile and agreed. "Yeah, it all sounds great."
He tilted his head slightly, bringing his eyebrows together as his eyes scanned me. "You seem a little distracted." He noted, twiddling his thumbs and and swiping his bottom lip with his pink tongue. I was so close to just pouncing over the desk at him like a lion on its prey, but I simply crossed my legs to suppress the subtle ache.
"It's just been a long day, I guess," I said softly. Since being with Harry, I've found myself craving intimacy more and more as the days went on. Even in my last relationship, I never felt myself longing for the simple touch of a man as much as I do with Harry.
"Something on your mind?" He pushed further, and I simply shrugged, trying to ignore the pulsing feeling between my legs and taking a deep breath. I couldn't take it.
I stood up and went around his desk, leaning down and grabbing his face in my hands. I pulled him into a firm kiss, molding our lips together and softly moaning into his mouth. I pulled away after a few moments, dropping my hands from his cheeks and blushing in embarrassment.
"I-I'm so sorry, I know that wasn't professional. I-I don't know what came over me --," I stammered, his eyes staring at me wildly as I backed up, but he quickly grabbed my thigh, pulling me down into his lap and grabbing my áss without hesitation.
"You don't even know how much I was thinking about fûcking you in my office." He growled into my ear. As he kneaded my butt cheeks in his large hands, I couldn't help but smirk. Oh, if only he knew what I was thinking. "I'll bend you over every possible fûcking surface in this room," he continued, his lips trailing from my ear to the skin just below my jawline. "I want to spank you for being such a naughty girl while daddy's trying to work."
I felt my heart skip a beat and my core ignite even more. I groaned as I let my head fall back and Harry began leaving small kisses down my neck, to my collar bones, and even tugging the hem of my top down to leave kisses between my breasts.
"H-Harry, we might get caught," I whispered as he reached down and placed his hand at my crotch. My mouth fell open and my eyes closed, grabbing his wrist and shaking my head. "We can't do this here."
"Not now," he shrugged. "But I'll make sure it happens in the future."
I could only imagine having sex with Harry in his office. He smirked as he let me stand up, adjusting his trousers as he stood with me. "Doing anything else today?" He asked, and I shrugged.
"I don't think so. It's only Wednesday. I might make plans with Megan and Brie for the weekend." I told him as we headed toward the door. "I'm in desperate need of a girls' day."
"What?" He said, pretending to be offended. "Is my testosterone too much for you?"
I rolled my eyes with a smile. "No, you idiot. I just need to have a day with the girls. No boys, no sex --," I said, and poked his toned stomached with a playful grin. "-- just some girl time."
He groaned dramatically and leaned closer to me. "Fine, I guess I can live with that." He placed a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose, and I couldn't help but grin. The thing about Harry was, no matter what he did, he always managed to make me smile somehow.
It wasn't until I was on my way home that I started thinking about Thanksgiving break and the possibility of Harry meeting my entire family.
My mom and I were close, but with me being almost three semesters away from getting my college degree, she was starting to understand that I was more focused on college than family life back home. I texted her occasionally, but I hadn't been home since the summer and I knew she'd want me home for Thanksgiving of all things.
And then Christmas.
What would Harry be doing for Christmas? He said he'd be going home to England, so it shouldn't be a problem; obviously I'd stay here with my family.
What would my mom say if I told her I had a boyfriend? I clutched Harry's necklace in my hand as Anthony pulled into the parking lot, my heart racing at how I would tell my mother that my thirty year-old boyfriend would be joining us for Thanksgiving. We had a whole week before break started; I needed to tell her as soon as possible.
I walked into my room and shut the door, grabbing my phone and pulling up my mom's number. My thumb lingered over the green button, wanting to call but not knowing what to say. I'm twenty-one, she can't really say no, can she? I'm an adult, I can make my own decisions, and my decision is to be with Harry on Thanksgiving.
I dialed her number, hearing her voice on the third ring.
"Hello, stranger." She said, and I could hear the happy sarcasm in her voice. "Haven't heard from you in a while."
"Hey, Mom," I said, feeling somewhat relieved at the sound of her own voice.
"What's up? How's college? How's Sadie?"
"Everything's great, Mom. Sadie's fine, my roommate's fine, I'm having a good time." I said earnestly.
"I can't wait to see you for Thanksgiving," she said, making my stomach twist. "You will have been gone for three months, I miss my baby."
"I miss you too, but, uh, Thanksgiving was actually what I wanted to talk to you about." I said slowly.
"You are coming home, aren't you?" She cautioned, and I was quick to reassure her.
"Yes, I am, don't worry, I am coming home. I just -- I met a boy. Kind of."
"A boy?" She faked astonishment, and I rolled my eyes. "What's his name? Where's he from? What's his major? Is he nice?"
"Mom, stop," I laughed. "Uh, he's actually, um. . . Harry Styles."
She was silent for a moment, and I was afraid of her reaction. "Harry Styles?" She repeated. "The Harry Styles?"
"Y-Yeah. One of his branches is here in Pittsburg and we met about two months ago."
"He's a man, honey, definitely not a boy." She laughed. "So, what does this have to do with Thanksgiving?"
"I want him to come to Thanksgiving with us." I treaded, and this time she was quick to respond.
"Isn't he like, thirty? Honey, you're only twenty-one. And does he even celebrate Thanksgiving?"
"I'm an adult, Mom, I can handle this. He's very sweet, very charming, he's successful, he treats me like a queen; weren't those all the qualities you wanted me to find in a man? And I don't know, why do you ask if he celebrates it or not?"
She sighed. "I suppose. And the reason why I ask is because he's British, it's not exactly a British holiday. But anyway, I'd love to meet him."
My stomach flipped. "Really?"
"Well, of course. I would really appreciate meeting the man who has taken interest in my daughter."
I swallowed but hesitantly nodded. "Uh, okay, I'll talk to him and then we can sort out where we'll be and when on that day."
"Sounds good." She said. "Hopefully he'll be scared of me."
I rolled my eyes and groaned at her continuing joke. I went on to tell her about the magazines and starting to put myself out there. She was surprisingly okay with it all, but I think because she knew I eventually wanted to pursue a career in the photography and film business, she thought it was a great push in the right direction.
*
That night, I was studying for my Literature exam while Becca was studying for her Humanities course. The halls were bustling with people starting to head to the dining hall for dinner.
"Hey," Becca said, and I looked up from my study guide. "Do you want to head to dinner in a little bit?"
"Yeah, why don't we wait until the rush dies down and head out."
She agreed and we continued studying, only to be interrupted by Louis a few minutes later.
"Hey, babe," he said to her, and then looked at me. "Oh, hey, Jill."
I gave a small wave and continued with my work. Louis mumbled something to Becca and I noticed her leave the room out of the corner of my eye. I brushed it off, hoping she'd come back eventually so we could go to dinner together.
She finally returned after a few moments, grabbing her cell phone and keys and looking at me. "Ready?"
"Yeah," I said, grabbing my stuff as well. I wanted to ask her what she and Louis had discussed, but since they left the room, I felt like it wasn't my place to ask.
Dinner was a little awkward. Becca and I had been talking again since our little falling out, but whatever she had discussed with Louis had completely changed the atmosphere. Even when I tried making small talk throughout the meal, she gave me simple answers and didn't continue after.
Both she and Louis continued to be very sneaky whenever I saw them. I couldn't pin point what was going on, but I was a little certain it involved me.
By Friday, I had just completed my exam and was headed back to my dorm so I could pack for the weekend at Brie's. She was more than happy to host our girls' day, especially since her home was bigger than Megan's and we could actually sleep in our own beds and not on the couch.
Becca walked in a little over an hour after I had gotten back, her eyes landing on my backpack full of clothes and toiletries and frowning a little.
"You didn't tell me you were leaving this weekend." She said, tossing her bag onto her bed and kicking her shoes off.
"I'm leaving this weekend." I shrugged. I didn't understand why she literally wanted to know all of my whereabouts every time I went somewhere.
"Where are you going?" She pushed. I refrained from rolling my eyes and answered her anyway.
"Some friends and I are having a little hangout. Not a big deal."
"Just some friends?"
"Yeah, like two friends. Why?" I was starting to get a little annoyed at her vagueness but also how nosy she was always being.
She shrugged and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge. "I just wanted to know where you were heading off to, since you have this habit of going off on your own without telling anyone."
I sighed as I zipped up the bag, my phone buzzing and seeing Megan's name on the screen, letting me know she had arrived. I looked at Becca and said, "You don't need to worry about me so much, I'm fine."
"I know I shouldn't worry, but I feel responsible for you if anything happens." She said, twisting the bottle around in her hands.
I sighed and said goodbye anyway. I guess I just wasn't used to her being so sincere and caring about my whereabouts until now. I wondered if it was about Zayn and that's why she was being more cautious. I hadn't talked to Sadie since the outburst in the library, but I honestly didn't know what to even say to her. I knew I needed to apologize, but there were too many things on my mind that I needed to focus on so I decided to wait until after I got back from Brie's to deal with it.
I went out to the parking lot and hopped in Megan's car, greeting her with a small hug and driving off to Brie's house.
"How've you been?" She asked. "Feels like ages since we've seen each other, but it's only been about, what, a week?"
I laughed and nodded. "I've been well, a little stressed with midterms coming up and I'm really just looking forward to Thanksgiving Break."
"Oh, right, that is coming up. Are you going home for Thanksgiving?"
I sighed heavily and shrugged. "I am, as far as I know. And Harry's coming with me."
She turned to me for a moment with wide eyes. "You're joking."
"No, my mom really wants to meet him."
Megan's facial expression was a mixture between a grin and a gasp as we pulled onto Brie's street. "He's already meeting your family? I can't even believe."
"Why? Is this bad?" I said, starting to panic that I've made a big mistake.
She quickly shook her head. "No, no, God no, this is honestly great. Harry's such a family man, you'll be totally fine."
I sighed with relief. "Good."
"Even with She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, he hated visiting her family. They always made things worse between them."
"How so?"
"They wanted Miranda to be a mother," Megan explained, and I felt my heart sink a little. "They wanted her to settle down, but all she wanted was material items and to make money. Harry of course was willing to provide for her if they ever did start a family but it always ended up with a heated argument. Absolutely awful."
"All because she didn't want to get pregnant?"
She nodded. "Basically. She knew that she would always have to focus on the child and not on herself if she ended up bearing one. How unfortunate that she actually puts her time and money towards something other than herself?
We pulled into Brie's driveway where we saw her and Matty sitting on the steps outside their door with teacups in their hands. She stood upon seeing Megan's car, Matty along with her, and she greeted us once we hopped out of the vehicle.
"Hey, salts," she greeted us, and I looked at her quizzically, and then to Megan.
"Salts?" I asked.
Megan laughed and explained, "It's British slang. It's like saying, "Hey, guys," or something like that."
"Oh," I said, and Brie shrugged her shoulders.
"Yeah, sometimes I forget not everyone understands certain terms," she said. "It's fun to confuse people sometimes."
"But since we like you, I think we'll go easy on you." Megan joked, and Brie added, "For now."
We spent the afternoon relaxing and Brie discussed her future travels to Nashville with Matty after their stop in Pittsburg. Listening to her talk about different states and countries that she'd been to was beyond intriguing, and Megan gave her travel stories as well, only making me envy them even more.
I wanted to bring up traveling to Harry, but all of the upcoming shoots were at Harry's building, so I'd still be seeing the same sights for a while. Maybe traveling was more for models who had been in the industry longer than I had. I've only had one cover shoot; that's probably not enough to earn myself a trip to another state or country.
"Where would you want to visit someday, Jillian?" Brie asked me, and I thought for a moment, not really sure what to say.
"I don't know," I shrugged. "There are so many places I'd love to visit, like Greece, maybe France; I really want to visit Germany one day."
"Wow," Megan said. "I figured you'd want to visit New York or LA."
I shook my head. "I mean, I wouldn't mind visiting those places, but I really want to explore different countries. I'd like to visit England one day."
"We'll have to bring you back to Britain with us like a souvenir," Brie laughed.
"But of course you'll be going with Harry back to England." Megan said, and I shook my head.
"He told me he was going home for Christmas but didn't talk about it any more than that. I'll probably just end up staying here with my family and just see him when he gets back."
Brie and Megan looked a little concerned, looking between each other and I stared at them confused. "What?" I asked.
"He didn't tell you?" Megan said, and I frowned, shaking my head.
"No. . . told me what?"
"Jillian, Harry's going back to England for the holidays. . . he's not coming back to America after New Years'."
My eyes widened. "He's -- what?"
*