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Love in Fine Print

Note: this is long awaited part. Im not really satisfied with this ending. Their will be another part. Plz let me know how you guys like it

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"Bridget.?"

"Harry I'm sorry, I forgot my purse."

Harry reluctantly stepped aside to let Bridget in, his mind still reeling from the kiss with Y/n. As Bridget retrieved her purse from the living room, Y/n emerged from the kitchen, her cheeks flushed and lips slightly swollen.

"Oh, Y/n, you're still here," Bridget said, her tone laced with disappointment.

"I live here, remember?" Y/n replied coolly, crossing her arms.

An awkward silence fell over the room as the three of them stood there, the tension palpable. Harry cleared his throat, "Well, Bridget, you've got your purse now. I'll see you out."

Bridget's eyes darted between Harry and Y/n, noticing their disheveled appearance. "Right. See you tomorrow, Harry," she said, leaning in to kiss him goodbye.

Harry turned his head slightly, causing Bridget's kiss to land on his cheek instead of his lips. Bridget's eyes narrowed as she pulled back, glancing suspiciously between Harry and Y/n once more before heading to the door.

As soon as Bridget left, Y/n let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. "That was..."

"Awkward," Harry finished, running a hand through his hair. He took a step towards Y/n, his eyes intense. "Now, where were we?"

Y/n's heart raced as Harry approached. "Mr. Styles, I..."

"Y/n," he said softly.

He reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands. Y/n leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Harry," she whispered, savoring this moment. “We shouldn’t.” She said softly

“Why not? I want you.” He said

"I want you too," Y/n admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you're my boss, and Bridget..."

Harry's thumb traced her bottom lip, sending a wave of electricity through her body. "I will handle Bridget tomorrow," he said with a determined glint in his green eyes. As for being your boss..." He paused, his gaze locking onto hers. "I am the owner of this company and it's no secret that people already assume we are together."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at his words, her face still cupped in his hand. "They think what?" she asked in disbelief.

Harry let out a small laugh. "Yes, darling. It's been a topic of gossip for some time now."

"I had no idea," she said, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Well, I’ve heard the whispers whenever we leave together or when I touch you, even in the smallest ways. People constantly ask, ‘What’s going on between you and your assistant?’” Harry explained, watching as Y/n’s mouth fell open in shock.

“I’m sorry that’s happening,” she said softly, feeling a twinge of guilt.

“Don’t apologize,” Harry said, shaking his head. “Let’s be honest, we make it pretty easy for rumors to spread.”

Y/n frowned at his words. “I don’t do it intentionally,” she protested.

Harry raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "You drink from all my drinks, fix my tie every chance you get, and don’t forget how you always stand a little too close to me. It’s like you’re magnetized.”

Y/n smiled slightly embarrassed, realizing there was some truth to what he was saying. “That’s because you’re always messing with your tie, and honestly, your fruit smoothies are too good not to steal a sip,” she defended herself with a sheepish smile.

Harry chuckled, enjoying her flustered response. “You know, you don’t exactly help stop those rumors either,” Y/n pointed out, giving him a pointed look. “You’re always wiping food off my face when I’m eating, and you don’t let any other man look at me for more than two seconds without thinking about firing him or sending him a death glare.”

Harry leaned in slightly, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Well, you eat like a slob sometimes, and as for the guys... I know what they want. Plus, you're my assistant,” he said, putting extra emphasis on the word my.

Y/n sighed, her heart racing from the closeness between them. “So… what do we do now?” she asked, her voice soft, unsure where all this tension was leading.

“Come to bed with me tonight,” Harry whispered, his voice almost pleading now. “Not like that, just to sleep but to be close… like this.” His arms slid around her waist, drawing her closer until her body pressed against his.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat as she searched his face, her mind torn between logic and desire. She wanted to tell him no, he technically with Bridget but her whole body wanted him.

"Just tonight," she finally murmured, feeling herself surrendering to him completely.

Harry’s expression softened with relief, and he kissed her forehead again, holding her close as though he never wanted to let go. “That’s all I need.”

The next morning came far too quickly, the first rays of sunlight creeping through the curtains. Y/n blinked against the light and stirred slightly, realizing that Harry was still wrapped around her. His head was tucked into her shoulder, his arms enveloping her in a tight, protective embrace. She felt the soft rhythm of his breathing against her skin.

She smiled softly to herself, feeling the warmth of his presence before the weight of reality began to settle back in.

"Harry," she whispered, gently running her fingers through his hair.

He groaned, pulling her tighter against him, burying his face deeper into her shoulder. "No," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "Don't want to get up."

Y/n laughed softly. "We have to go to work. We're going to be late."

Harry shook his head, refusing to move. "Work can wait. I don't want to go anywhere," he muttered stubbornly, his voice still groggy. "I like it right here."

She let out a sigh, though she couldn't help but smile. "Harry, you have meetings today. Important ones."

He hummed lazily against her skin, clearly uninterested in anything beyond the comfort of their current position. "Let them wait," he mumbled again, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. "I just want to stay here with you."

Her heart melted at his words, but she gently pushed his shoulder. "As tempting as that sounds, we both know you can’t ignore the world forever. Come on, Mr. Styles."

Harry finally groaned, rolling onto his back and pulling her with him. "Fine," he sighed, running a hand over his face. But as she started to move, he held onto her hand, his eyes serious as he looked up at her. "Tonight, though... after everything. Promise me you’ll be back here.”

Y/n bit her lip, feeling her resolve weakening again under his gaze. ”I promise.”

Harry's eyes softened, and with a satisfied smile, he finally let her go, watching as she reluctantly pulled herself out of bed. "Good, because I’m already counting down the minutes until then," he called after her, a teasing grin on his face.

Y/n laughed as she threw a pillow at him. "Get up, Styles. We’re already late."

Once they arrived at work, things seemed to be running smoothly—at least on the surface. Harry, of course, couldn’t resist sneaking glances at Y/n whenever he had the chance, but their schedules kept them both too busy for much interaction. Harry was tied into back to back meets. Some required Y/n to take notes other didn't. It depended on what Harry wanted/needed

Later in the day, after a particularly stressful meeting, Y/n decided to take a breather and make coffee for herself and Harry. She knew how he liked it—black, no sugar. Hers, on the other hand, was a sugary, creamy concoction. While she was stirring the two cups, she noticed Stephanie approaching her. Stephanie worked in HR and was infamous for having a not-so-subtle crush on Harry. The only times she ever really talked to Y/n were when she was fishing for information about him.

“Hi, Y/n! How are you?” Stephanie asked, flashing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I’m good, how about you, Stephanie?” Y/n replied, her polite demeanor in place as she took in Stephanie’s appearance—pale skin, black hair pinned up, and those sultry eyes. She was the picture of an office siren, always composed, always on the hunt for attention.

“Oh, I’m fine,” Stephanie said, her voice dropping conspiratorially. “But I’ve heard a few rumors going around the office, and I was hoping you could clear them up for me.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued but wary. She wasn’t typically one to indulge in office gossip, but curiosity got the better of her. “Rumors?”

Stephanie leaned in slightly. “Well, for starters… is it true that you live with Mr. Styles?”

Y/n blinked at the boldness of the question. It wasn’t exactly a secret, but she hadn’t expected Stephanie to be so direct. “Uh, yeah, I do.”

Stephanie’s eyes widened in mock surprise, her lips curling into a smirk. “Really? So it’s true then? That’s why you two always leave together.”

Y/n clenched her jaw, annoyed by Stephanie’s insinuation. Why was she acting like it was some scandal? Before Y/n could respond, Stephanie moved on to her next question.

“So… is he single?” she asked, her tone casual but filled with an undercurrent of nosiness. “I mean, I follow Bridget on Instagram, and she’s deleted every trace of him. She’s been posting stories like, ‘I deserve better,’ you know?”y/n didn't respond more of Just listening her irritation building.

"Are you two like together?" She trailed off. "Is that how you became his assistant? Is that why your desk is in his office. Everyone else thinks that ya know?" She whispered softly, now it seem liked it was just to hurt Y/n's feelings. Y/n didn't like these rumors. She just kissed Harry for the first time yesterday.

"If its true. I don't know how you manage to get your nails in that one." She said, "he's so perfect and you're.." she said, y/n mouth fell agape.

"He is single." Y/n said, straight and flat. Which was kinda true. He was single. He hasn't asked Y/n to be his girlfriend and besides he just go out of things with Bridget. He cant just jump from one relationship to another

"I knew it!" She said with a smile. "Don't take this the wrong way but you don't really seem like his type." She said and that was the final dagger. Y/n sighed staying calm trying to keep her composure.

Harry, fresh out of his meeting, appeared in the doorway. He had been loosening his tie, clearly a little frazzled, but the sight of Y/n instantly made him relax. That, however, changed when he saw who she was talking to—Stephanie. Harry had never been a fan of Stephanie’s overly forward demeanor, especially when it came to him.

His gaze softened when he saw the two coffees, realizing Y/n had made one for him. Deciding to intervene, Harry approached, his eyes trained on Y/n.

“Look who it is, the man of the hour!” Y/n said with a bit of sarcasm, sensing Harry’s approach and feeling irritated by Stephanie’s relentless questions and assumptions. She stirred his coffee absentmindedly, trying to keep her cool. Harry smiled slightly at the exchange, though his focus remained on Y/n.

Stephanie’s posture straightened the moment Harry stepped closer. In an exaggerated move, she let her hair loose from its clip, the dark waves falling perfectly around her shoulders. Y/n rolled her eyes, unimpressed.

“Whats up, Steph?” Harry asked, his voice casual, but Y/n m couldn’t help but make a face, ’wHaTs uP sTePh' y/n mouth with an exaggerated facial expressions. mocking the nickname Harry used. Stephanie, of course, was too busy staring at Harry to notice Y/n’s playful jealousy.

“Mr. Styles,” Stephanie began, her voice dripping with false sincerity, “I was just telling Y/n how impressed I am with your Starbucks deal. I know that must’ve been hard to land.”

Y/n rolled her eyes harder. That’s not what you were talking about, she thought, keeping her annoyance in check.

“Thanks, Steph,” Harry said, but his gaze kept drifting to Y/n, who was now putting the lid on his coffee.

Stephanie, seeing an opening, decided to go for it. “I was thinking… maybe we could go out to dinner sometime? I’d love to pick your brain about the company’s branding and strategy.”

Y/n, feeling her patience fray, noticed Harry’s tie was still loose. She decided to act, setting both coffees down on the counter and stepping closer to fix his tie. She didn’t bother acknowledging Stephanie’s transparent attempt at flirting—Y/n’s hands moved confidently as she straightened Harry’s tie, her fingers brushing his chest. Y/n couldn't take it. She turned around with a force smile.

"Actually Mr. Styles is a busy man. If you want to schedule dinner with him. You would have to go through me. But we can't right now because Mr. Styles has another meeting in 10 minutes. If you want to contact me. You know my extension." Y/n said, grabbing their coffees giving one of the coffees to Harry. Once free she uses her hand to grab his tie. Pulling his tie toward the elevator. Once in the elevator silence engulfed the small space. Y/n refused to look at Harry. She was pissed.

"You're mad at me?" He said looking over at her. She looked at him from the corner of her eye.

"Whats up Steph? So you have nicknames for her?" She said, not even looking at him. The elevator door open. They made their way to his office. Y/n sat at her desk in the corner. Harry with a smirk.

"You're jealous." He said, approaching her desk. Going behind her desk standing over her.

"You were really jealous even started fixing my tie right in front of her." He said with a smirk. Y/n rolled her eyes at him.

"Harry you have a zoom call to attend to in less than 7 minutes. I advise you get on your zoom." She said, not even looking at him. She was jealous. She understands that her and Harry just started this "relationship." Or whatever they want to call it. The rumors of them being together were starting to get her. Every whisper when she wasn't paying attention. Did everyone think she was sleeping with Harry? Was Harry out of her league? Y/n always thought she was beautiful but probably not beautiful enough to be with Harry.

Harry sensing that she was in deep thought. After his meeting was over. He started to act like he was having computer issues.

"Y/n my computer will not allow me to send this email." He said frustrated. Y/n didn't look up she just said "did you try refreshing it?" She said still typing on the computer.

"Yes, Just please come help me." He said desperately. She sighed walking over to his desk. She leaned over and grabbed the mouse face focusing on the computer. Harry quickly pulled her into his lap. His arm wrapped his arms around her pulling her into his chest. His head rested on her shoulder.

"Harryyy." She giggled, he smiled at her.

"You're overthinking it," Harry murmured, pressing soft kisses to Y/n's neck. "I don’t know what Stephanie said, but don’t listen to her." His touch was comforting, but Y/n's mind was still racing.

"Did you break up with Bridget?" she asked, her voice hesitant.

Harry nodded. "I did. Sent her a text this morning."

Y/n pulled back slightly, looking at him incredulously. "A text, Harry? That’s so rude."

He shrugged casually. "I didn’t want to drag it out. But I don’t want to talk about Bridget. I want to know what’s bothering you."

Y/n hesitated, her voice dropping to a mumble. "Everyone thinks I’m sleeping with you."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "I told you that yesterday."

"Yeah, but today I heard it for myself. And..." She trailed off, her voice sad. "They also think you’re out of my league, that I’m not your type."

Harry’s expression hardened as he looked at her. "She said that to you?" he asked, reaching for the phone on his desk. "I’ll have her fired right now."

Y/n burst out laughing, quickly reaching out to stop him from dialing. "Nooo, don’t! She’s just so in love with you that she can’t even fathom you being with someone like me."

She sighed, then added, "I told her you were single. So she’s probably planning that dinner invite any minute now."

Harry paused, narrowing his eyes slightly. "I’m single?"

Y/n nodded. "Well, you just got out of a relationship. And I don’t think it’s healthy to rush into something new. What if you still have feelings for Bridget? What if you’re just caught up in a rush of emotions and you don’t really know what you want?"

She looked down at her lap, unsure of her own words. Harry gently turned her toward him, pulling her onto his lap, her legs now draped across his.

"Y/n," he said softly, looking into her eyes. "I know exactly what I want. I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time, but I was scared to admit it. And I know you may want to take things slow, so I’m willing to wait however long you need. Just don’t doubt how I feel about you."

He kissed her cheek gently, and Y/n felt the warmth of his words sink in, her heart swelling.

"Thank you," she whispered, her hand resting on his chest. "For being patient with me."

Harry grinned, his playfulness returning. "Patience, huh? Well, I still expect you to let me cuddle you and touch you whenever I want," he teased, kissing her cheek repeatedly, making her giggle.

"Fine, fine," Y/n laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "But only because you’re cute."

Days turned into weeks and those weeks turned into months, Y/n and Harry being very discreet at work and at home being all over each other at home. They haven't had sex, only some kisses and intense make out sessions. But nothing pass that. Y/n toned down touching him due to rumors. Which Harry did not understand why. He didn't understand why it was such a big deal if the rumors were now true. But he did whatever made her happy. But it did kill him not to touch at work whenever she wore those skirts or today. She had on a gray and white plaid pleated mini skirt with stockings with a white button up shirt underneath a gray sweater vest. Every time Harry saw her he just wanted to touch her.

Harry had meeting and Y/n presented what they need from each branch of the business. But Harry was not paying attention to anything she said, he looked at how beautiful she was today. Harry eyes traveled slowly up her legs as she presented.

"Might wanna close your mouth. You will catch flies ." Niall whispered to him. Harry nudged him softly. Causing Niall to let out a muffled groan. Soon Y/n finished the presentation. Telling everyone if they have any questions. They could ask Harry or give the questions to her and she could get back to you within an email as soon as possible.

People were approaching her with their questions. Mostly men. She smiled and nodded along to whoever she was talking to. Answering the questions she could. Writing down the questions in her notebook if she couldn't answer. Soon lunch was brought in for everyone. Most people scurried off. Harry had a phone call to take which led to Harry stepping out for a second and Y/n explaining the last details to people.

"Y/n!" Someone yelled loudly, Y/n sighed knowing the voice and she really wanted lunch. She scheduled the event and got Italian. She loved chicken Alfredo and knew it was going to be gone by time Stephanie was finish. But Y/n was very respectful at work trying her best not to lose her temper. Her patience growing short.

"Hi Stephanie," Y/n said with a forced smile.

"You're looking good. Skirt a bit short but cute." She said, every compliment from her was backhanded. Y/n rolled her eyes.

"But I did wanna ask you about the HR portion. You want us to do team building with all branches?" She said looking at Y/n confused. Y/n flipped through her notebook. Going to the notes about with the last meeting Harry had with HR Rick.

"Yes, Yes Harry said you can divide it into groups. We want our employees to be appreciated even at our entry level of employment they should be happy to work for Styles Ban-."

"Ohh Harry, You're so comfortable with him calling him by his first name." She said looking at Y/n with a look of surprise. Y/n gave her a simple look.

"Well I live with him. So I think I know him enough to call him Harry." She said, closing her notebook. Looking at the line of food hoping its more Alfredo left.

"Yea about that.. how did that happen?" She asked inquiring about her.

"My boyfriend cheated on me like a year or 2 ago and I had to leave, so Harry offered me a room at his place." She said,

"Ohh and you're still there?" She said with a look of fake worrying.

"Yea. He says he likes having me there."

"Ohh love he felt sorry for you and offered you a place now hes too nice to ask you to leave. You Americans are soooo oblivious." She said her British accent thick. Y/n had it with her. She should have let Harry fire her when she had the chance.

Just as Y/n was about to respond to Stephanie, Holly, the receptionist, appeared at the door, holding a to-go container of Alfredo.

"Y/n, Mr. Styles told me to bring this to you," Holly said with a soft smile, interrupting the tension.

Y/n smiled, him grabbing her Alfredo warmed her heart. "He did? Where is he?" Y/n asked wanting to thank him.

Holly, nonchalant as ever, shrugged. "He's in his office with his girlfriend."

"His... girlfriend?" Y/n repeated, her stomach dropping.

"Yeah, Bridget," Holly clarified, unaware of the effect her words had on Y/n. She gave a quick nod and left, leaving Y/n standing there in a daze.

Stephanie scoffed. "I should’ve known he was going back to her. Men like him... they always go for the 'Bridgets' of the world," she added with a smug tone.

Y/n didn’t have time to process Stephanie's words or her own rising emotions. Without thinking, she walked toward Harry's office, the container of Alfredo forgotten in her hand. She reached his office and paused, her heart pounding in her chest. Slowly, she peeked through the side of the large glass doors.

There he was—Harry, holding Bridget gently, his arms around her, and he kissed the top of her head tenderly. Y/n felt her heart shatter into a thousand pieces. Was she too late? Had she taken things too slow? She had waited, unsure of how fast to move with him after everything, but now it seemed like it didn’t matter.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she quickly scurried away, retreating back to the meeting room. She couldn’t break down now. Not here. There was still work to do. She sat down, forcing herself to breathe, to hold it together before the meeting resumed.

Harry made his way back right as the meeting started. As the meeting dragged on, Harry fidgeted in his seat. . His gaze flicked to Y/n, who was sitting rigidly beside him, eyes focused on the presenter. He leaned over, lowering his voice to a playful whisper.

“This guy is boring. Seriously, how is he still talking?” Harry smirked, hoping to get at least a smile out of her.

Y/n didn’t even blink. She continued staring straight ahead

Harry, undeterred, leaned a little closer. “Come on, let’s sneak out go home and watch a movie together.”

Still no response. Her silence was killing him. Normally, she’d at least give him a playful nudge or tell him to behave, but today… nothing. It was as if he wasn’t even there.

Harry sighed, deciding to push his luck. He reached under the table and lightly brushed his fingers against her leg, trying to make her crack a smile or even acknowledge him.

But instead of a playful response, Y/n slapped his hand away, still not looking at him.

Fed up, she finally leaned toward him, her voice a harsh whisper. “Harry, I swear if you don’t stop, I’m going to lose it. Pay attention to the meeting.”

Harry blinked, stunned by the icy tone in her voice. He straightened up, trying to read her expression, but she wouldn’t even look at him. She was laser-focused on the presenter, as though he hadn’t just tried to joke his way through the most boring presentation ever.

He frowned, sitting back in his chair. What the hell was going on?

When the meeting finally took a break, Y/n stood abruptly, making her way toward the restroom. Harry watched her leave, his concern growing. This wasn’t like her—something was definitely off.

After a few minutes, she came back and headed straight for her seat. Before she could sit down, Harry stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

“Y/n, what’s going on? You’re not acting like yourself. Did I do something?” he asked, his voice low but filled with worry.

Y/n looked up at him, her heart pounding with a mix of frustration and hurt. She tried to walk around him, but he stayed firmly in her way.

Finally, unable to hold it in any longer, she let out a quiet but sharp whisper, the words tumbling out in a rush. “What’s going on? You really want to know, Harry? You don’t actually want me. You just don’t want anyone else to have me! You pull me along, make me feel like I matter to you, but then you go and do whatever you want with whoever you want!”

Her voice was shaking, and she couldn’t stop herself, even though she was trying to keep her volume low to avoid attracting attention but her voice kept getting higher and higher the angrier she got. “You make me feel like I’m just… here for your convenience! Like you can just keep me close enough to mess with my head, but not close enough to actually commit to anything real. I’m so tired of it, Harry. I’m tired of waiting around, hoping that maybe one day you’ll finally decide I’m worth more.”

Harry’s face went blank for a moment, stunned by her words. He hadn’t realized she’d been holding all of this in.

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but she couldn’t stop. The hurt was pouring out too fast. “I’m done, Harry. I’m not going to sit around while you lead me on. I’ll be out of your house tonight. You can be with Bridget or whoever else you want, but I’m not staying for it.”

At the mention of Bridget’s name, Harry froze. The pieces clicked into place—Y/n must have seen him and Bridget earlier.

For a moment, the world seemed to still. The chatter of people around them became a distant hum, and Harry stood there, hands in his pockets, looking at her with an unreadable expression. After a beat of silence, he spoke, his voice calm but firm. “Are you done?”

Y/n’s eyes widened at his casual tone. His calmness only fueled her frustration. She turned to walk away, but Harry grabbed her hand, pulling her back toward him. His other arm slipped around her waist, holding her close to him, not caring about the curious stares from the people around them.

“Bridget wanted to know why I broke up with her,” Harry said quietly, his voice steady, his gaze locked onto hers. “She didn’t like that I ended things with her over a text message. She needed closure, so I gave it to her. That’s what you saw.”

Y/n tried to pull away again, her anger rising, but Harry held her firmly in place. His voice softened as he continued. “I told her I broke up with her because I’m in love with my assistant. I ended things with her weeks ago, Y/n. She only came today because she wanted answers. And let me remind you—you’re the one who wanted to take things slow. So that’s what I’ve been doing. I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve been giving you the space you asked for, letting you set the pace.”

Y/n froze, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind reeling. His words hung in the air, and as the truth began to settle in, the anger and hurt inside her started to fade. She swallowed hard. "You’re… in love with me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Harry nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. “Yes, I’m in love with you. I’ve wanted you for a long time, but I didn’t want to rush you or scare you away. So I waited. For you.”

Y/n’s breath hitched. The anger that had fueled her was melting away, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, the weight of his words. He wasn’t stringing her along or playing games—he had been waiting for her, just as she had asked.

“I’m sorry for getting upset,” she mumbled, feeling a bit sheepish now. Harry smiled down at her, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“No, it’s fine,” he replied softly. “I should’ve told you I was seeing her but she showed up today expecting answers.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently, the gesture full of warmth. But then Y/n suddenly snapped out of the emotional haze, realizing exactly where they were—in the middle of a meeting room, surrounded by their colleagues. Harry’s hand was still firmly around her waist, the other holding hers. Her eyes darted around the room, catching the curious, wide-eyed stares from everyone. A wave of embarrassment hit her like a ton of bricks, and she instinctively tried to pull away.

But Harry didn’t let go. He kept her hand in his, not even remotely fazed by the attention. In fact, he seemed amused by it.

He chuckled softly, feeling her tense up. “Ohh, now you’re embarrassed?” he teased, his voice low and playful. “After yelling at me in front of everyone, now you’re the one embarrassed?”

Y/n rolled her eyes at his teasing, though she couldn’t fight the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She glanced up at him with a mix of exasperation and amusement. “It’s your turn to present,” she muttered, trying to regain some semblance of composure as she slid back into her chair.

Harry grinned, clearly enjoying himself. “Right. Guess I better get to it,” he said, straightening his posture and walking confidently toward the podium, completely unbothered by the room full of watching eyes.

As he reached the front, he cleared his throat dramatically, pausing for a beat before flashing a quick, mischievous smile. “Sorry about the... brief intermission,” he began, glancing back at Y/n with a playful smirk. “But in my defense, when your assistant’s as distracting as mine, it’s hard to stay on track.”

The room erupted in laughter, the tension dissolving instantly. Y/n groaned quietly, sinking a little lower in her chair, though the smile on her face betrayed her true Feelings.

Once the meeting ended, Y/N could feel the eyes of the office staff lingering on her. She made her way to the elevator with Harry close behind, not stopping to acknowledge any of the employees. As soon as the elevator doors closed, Harry wasted no time pulling her toward him, looking down at her with that familiar intensity.

"You think you're cute, don't you? After that little presentation," she teased, smiling up at him. Harry's hands rested on her lower back as he smirked.

"I do, actually. Very," he replied with a grin that made her giggle. She let out a soft sigh, unable to deny how adorable he was.

"Now that everyone knows we're together, I can kiss you freely," he murmured, smirking as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips,

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