Suit & Tie (Harry Styles au) [REPOSTED]

Chapter 17 - Cold dinner & lost control

"Fuck," I gasped, wringing out my hand. My own hand hurt from the slap I had given him. His face was already swelling, the imprint of my palm visible.

Harry placed his hand on his cheek, mouth wide open in shock. It was the first time I had seen him like this, so unprepared and not on top of things. Not in charge. He slowly dropped his hand to his side and narrowed his eyes at me as he regained his composure.

I backed away, stumbling into the elevator, my fingers pushing the buttons frantically as if that would make it open faster. He watched me with an indifferent look on his face. The only thing that made him look less beautiful was the bright red mark on his cheek.

"I'm-I'm sorry," I choked out, pressing the button some more. "I didn't- you- fuck, why won't this thing hurry?"

The heels of his boots clicked against the floor as he stepped towards me. I froze, unable to move with the threat of him lingering behind me. The door slid open after what seemed like hours and I scrambled in. I stared at the wall, not daring to turn around and look at his face.

I waited for the elevator to start moving down slowly, and once it did not, my worst fears were concerned. I glanced quickly over my shoulder to find Harry leaning against the doors to prevent them from shutting.

"Norah," He cooed softly from behind me. I shook my head and wiped my tears. "Norah, why are you crying?"

I turned around in disbelief. "W-what?"

"Why are you crying?" He repeated. I shrugged helplessly and his gaze hardened. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," I murmured. "I just...I don't like liars."

"I did not lie."

You did," I insisted. "You said you needed me, which you and I both know is sure as hell not the truth."

He rubbed his cheek slowly again, face not showing any emotion. "You do not know what goes on in my head."

"You're right," I laughed bitterly, tears still running down my face. "I don't. That's the worst fucking part. At this point, I don't even know if you have feelings."

He let out a soft sigh and stepped into the elevator. Ignoring when I flinched away, he grabbed me around the waist and picked me up. I fought him feebly before giving in and relaxing against his solid chest. He carried me into the living room and sat down, keeping it so I was on his lap.

His hands ran up and down my back soothingly as we sat in silence, only the sound of my quiet and pathetic sniffles filling the room. After a few minutes I had finished crying and he raised my chin up to look at him.

"I cannot believe you slapped me," He muttered.

"You deserved it."

Surprisingly, he let out a quiet laugh and nudged his button nose against mine playfully. "This is why I need you to be mine, Norah. You are honest with me."

"And you're to honest with me."

His eyebrows furrowed in frustration as I shifted in his lap. "Stop moving," He snapped. My face fell and he noticed, immediately pulling me closer into his chest. "I meant please stop moving, Norah."

"What exactly do you want from me? Just tell me what you want," I stated in frustration. I was already half delirious from his hands tracing patterns on my back and knew I wouldn't be able to stay angry with his bright green eyes searching mine curiously.

"You," He murmured softly. "I want you to be mine."

"And what does that mean to you?"

"We will be together."