. A story of lust .


3. 3.

Mia's POV

Waking up next to Harry had become my new favorite thing to do. Before I had ever woken up next to him, I dreamed of it. I had dreamed of waking up next to him with his arms wrapped around me. And that's exactly how is was this morning. Except for when he shot up out of bed to answer his cell phone.

"Hello?" He answered. "Marget! Hey b-baby!" He practically yelled and glanced at me. Oh shit. "You're on your way? ... Be here in five? ... Okay! ... Love ya too.." And with that he hung up and our relaxing morning together was over. "Alright, she'll be here in five. You need to leave right now." He said while hanging up the phone. He looked over towards me with a shocked look on his face. I was already in my bra and underwear, coat and shoes. "You got ready quick."

"Well she'll be here in a few minutes... so, um, I'll let my self out." I said walking to the bedroom door and closing it.

As I ran down the stairs I could hear him opening the bedroom door. "See you at work, Mia." He yelled from at the top of the steps. I ignored him and left.


When I got back to my apartment, I showered and got dressed for work. I applied some simple make up; foundation, mascara, eye liner, lip gloss. I stepped into my louis vuittons and grabbed my purse and was out the door again.

I arrived at work within 20 minutes. I was about ten minutes early but that was okay because I had a bunch of things that I had to get done.

I sat down at my desk and turned on my lap top. "Morning, Mia!" Said a few of my coworkers. I said "Morning" back and we all exchanged smiles. When my lap top was turned on, I quickly finished typing a report that was due on Harry- I mean Mr. Styles' desk this morning.

After finishing the report and printing it out, I set it to the side while I got a cup of coffee. When walking back to my desk I saw a head of very familiar brown curls near my cubicle. Not at my desk but close to it. He turned around from talking to my coworkers and smiled kindly.

"Miss Anderson. Good morning. It's nice see you." Harry said smirking, but not giving it away to the other people around us.

"Morning." I said with a smile, avoiding contact and sitting down at my desk.

"How was your night last night?" He said smirking bigger.

"It was alright." I said still avoiding eye contact. I'm still pissed about this morning.

"That's great. I had a alright one as well." He said emphasizing on 'alright'. "Did you happen to finish that report?" He asked, thinking I didn't do it because I was with him. But I surprised him by turning around and grabbing the report and handing it to him with a smirk. He looked taken back "Well thank you very much." He said looking down at it. He looked back up at me "Looks good.." He turned to my cubicle friends "Have a nice day everyone." He said with a smile then walking away back to his private office.

Pisses me off.

At lunch time, I got an email. It was from him. It read.


From: Harry Styles

Subject: A demand

Date: June, 13, 2015

To: Mia Anderson

Come to my office immediately following your lunch break.

X Harry Styles

CEO, Styles. Inc.


So as soon as I finished my yogurt, I gathered myself together and knocked on the door to his office. It immediately opened. At first he was tence, but when he saw me it went away. He looked relaxed.

"Come on in." He said glancing at the mass amount of desks and people behind me. He stood back and let me in. He closed the door, locked it, and sat back down at his desk. I just stood in the middle, not really knowing what to do. "Sit." He motioned to the chair in front of him. I sat down and looked around his office. I've never been in here before. Harry and I only ever hooked up in the break room, so this was new. But if I was honest, I really didn't was sex from him right now. "So are you just going to sit there and stair around my room and not talk to me or look at me?" He said bringing my full attention to him. He looked hurt and confused.

"I don't know what you want me say..." I said lifting my shoulders and eye brows up and down.

"What's wrong?" He asked, actually looking concerned. Like I actually meant something to him.

"You're really asking me that?"

"Well I know you, and I know when something is bothering you. What is it?"

I took a long moment in my brain to just think about the pros and cons of telling him what is really bothering me. Finally I looked up at him. He looked on the verge of tears.

"You want to know what's wrong?" I asked. He nodded his head. "I'm sick and tired of this." His face when blank. "I'm twenty six, and I've been working here for a year now and you and I have been doing this ever since and honestly I'm so tired of it." I took a breath. "I'm tired of feeling like this." He looked up from his lap and into my eyes.

"Feeling like what?"

"Feeling like I'm nothing."

"Mia, what are you talking about?"

"I never get recognition here. I've worked my ass off for you to fucking notice that I'm a good writer and all I fucking get is sex from you!" His whole face changed from curious to sad. "I... I just..." Let it out Mia. "I want more." Silence filled the room.

"What do you mean more?"

"I wan't to have a relationship. I want to get married and have kids and own a house with you."

"Why would you want that with me?" He said, making it seem like he's nothing.

"Because I'm love with you!"

His whole demeanour changed. internal to external. His whole body raised up. "You're in love with me?"

"Yes!" I said looking down at my lap. He stood up and walked to the front of his desk and knelt in front of me. His hands found mine.

"Baby, you can't love me..."

"Well I do. I can't help it."

"Baby, you know that this can't go further than where we're at."

"But why not?" I asked, protesting. His eyes met mine.

"Because, I'm married and I have kids and a household to run. I can't just leave all that for you."

"I'm not saying you have to leave everything for me!"

"Baby... darling I can't leave my wife for you. Yes, her and I don't get along, but..." I cut him off.

"But what? You fucking hate your wife. You've said it yourself hundreds of times."

"She gave me my children, Mia. I can't do that to the woman who gave me them. I just can't."

Silence filled the room again. I can't do this any more. I can't. I need to leave right now. I don't want to cry in front of him. I reached in my pocket and grabbed my employee ID card, handed it to him.

"Here. I quit." I said standing up and walking towards the door.

"Mia... please don't do this."

"To late." I said as I opened the door and closed it.

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