You blinked a few times, slightly stunned at his request but willing to comply without a doubt.

So taking his hand, you dragged him into the kitchen and pushed his shoulders down into one of the chairs that circled your dining table as he looked up at you with a pleased smile that held a glint of something that made your toes curl and an already budding ache between your thighs to deepen.

Luckily, you had actually done this once before, but that was years ago trying to please the request of a university boyfriend and was nothing like the powerful man sat in front of you now. Pushing your nerves down, and scraping up the last of the tipsy feeling in your bones, you placed your hands on Harry's open knees, providing him with the perfect view of your cleavage and planted a vexingly light kiss to his pliable lips.

You could sense that Harry's hands were just about to reach for you to deepen the kiss, when you pulled back out of his grasp, "No touching yet Mr Styles."

Harry gulped and watched you with hawk-like eyes as you sauntered away from him before spinning round to face his eager expression.

You began by reaching behind you to start unzipping your jumpsuit, and when it was down enough of the way to be loose around your chest, your hands began to trail up your body to slowly peel the straps from your skin.

Harry sat forward then, elbows on his knees as he gazed at you with hungry eyes as your pale pink plunge bra was revealed to him. You thanked yourself for having the foresight to wear something pretty underneath; the cups of the bra were made up of embroidered lily flowers and silk and due to its design, made you breasts spill over the small cups.

"Fucking hell," Harry groaned when you'd finally removed the jumpsuit from your chest fully. Sending him a coy smirk and cheeky wink, you took this as motivation to carry on.

Instead of facing him while you removed the rest of your outfit, you stood with your back to him, unzipping and bending down with straight legs so that the length of your legs and your ass was on show to him as the jumpsuit fell from your body. Since Harry had openly admitted how much he used to stare at your bum, you thought you'd use that to your benefit.

You wore a matching pale pink thong and when you turned back around, the jumpsuit in a puddle at your feet, Harry's jaw was literally on the floor and you could see the clear stain of his erection against his tight jeans.

Taking your time to walk over to him, removing your bra as you did so and swinging your hips even more on purpose, you finally reached Harry.

Your hands wove into his hair as he stared up at you, his face a picture of absolute gobsmacked awe.

"You okay, H?"

"That was the best, yet worst thing I've ever asked you to do."

You let out a giggle, loving the fact you could both go from an incredibly hot moment, to acting a bit silly so soon after. After all, sex should be a comfortable and fluid thing, and Harry made you feel like the most confident girl in the world.

"You're everything I've ever wanted Cecelia."

After those impossibly sweet words, Harry took you right there on his lap, sat on your kitchen chair, as you bounced on his dick to meet his heated thrusts. Just as you had expected it was rough; he held your hands back behind you as he rammed up into you so he had all the control, and sent the occasional smack to your ass which gave the perfect painful tinge to all the pleasure he was giving you.

After you both passed out in bed for a couple of hours, he took you again, slowly, achingly, romantically in the dead of night, waking you up with his tongue lazily licking your clit before filling you unhurriedly with every inch of him. That was definitely one reason you'd happily be woken up for.

When morning began to break through your curtains, you ended up waking up before your alarm, and wanting to repay Harry's favour from only a few hours ago, you woke him by shuffling the duvet off his body and taking his semi-hard length into your mouth.

You sucked slowly, wanting to make the pressure in his spine build and was pleased to see he started stirring not long after.

Choosing to focus on the tip, you licked and kissed before sucking gently as Harry's eyes shot open and the deepest, huskiest cry of your name you'd ever heard left his lips. The sound of his voice, so gravelly in the mornings, caused you to moan around his length.

It didn't take long for him to come undone; he was like putty in your hands as his hips bucked uncontrollably, his neck muscles strained as he threw his head back in bliss as loud tumbled moans left his lips as he came down your throat.

With a few gentle finishing sucks, you planted one last kiss to his red head, licking up the last of his cum as you did so.

"Good morning Harry," you said sweetly, as you sat back on your heels and looked at him with a smirk.

"Very fucking good morning to you my love," he said in gleeful exasperation before he was rising up and pulling your mouth to his.

You resisted, "Harry! I've got dick breath," you whined.

"Don't care," he mumbled as he easily overpowered you and planted his lips to yours.

Since you were both incredibly chipper this morning, you both worked easily around each other to get ready for work, sharing soft smiles and giddy laughs while you ate your cereal or brushed your teeth. And you'd had to repress a little squeal of happiness as your heart ached with excitement when you'd noticed Harry had left a toothbrush in your bathroom.

It felt like ages since you'd last been in the office; with the events of the weekend and your hot date last night, your job felt a million miles away.

But you were glad to be coming back down to reality, and you were pretty sure Harry was as well. The fact that you both loved your jobs was always such a big reason why you got on and saw eye to eye on so many things. Ambition attracts ambition, and you were both certainly an example of that.

Hopefully, now that you and Harry were...well, dating, it wouldn't come in between the impeccable work relationship you'd built up over the months.

Leaving your apartment and heading for the subway with Harry felt oddly perfect. You did this routine nearly every morning, and it wasn't a very exciting routine, but for some reason having Harry by your side made it all the more thrilling.

It was chilly today, so you'd opted for a pair of long checkered high-waisted trousers with a cute black jumper and you secretly loved the fact you could start dressing for winter. You knew that Harry was still looking at you as he had when you wore short, tight work dresses which made you walk with a swing of confidence in your step.

Little did you know, Harry had hoped it might be a bit easier for him as winter rolled around as you'd not be able to wear those dresses and skirts that drove him crazy. But when you'd walked out still looking a sexy as ever even though hardly any skin was on show, Harry knew he was in trouble.

Everything about the morning was going well; you'd grabbed your coffees, said some hellos in the lobby of your building and even managed to get in a cheeky snog in the lift when you realised no-one else was getting in.

"Remember when I did this a long time ago," Harry said hotly against your neck, your wrists gripped above your head in one of his large palms as his hips ground lightly into yours.

You whined as he ran the tip of his tongue along the length of your neck as his hand ran the length of your body, only slightly surprised that you were still feeling increasingly turned on regardless of the amount of sex you'd both had recently. It was clear you both definitely couldn't keep your hands off each other, and was certainly making up for lost time - that was for sure.

And after being interrupted by the ding that announced the doors were opening, things had carried on well for the majority of the day.

You'd managed to sit down with Phoebe briefly and fill her in on what had happened over the weekend and you could tell how pleased she was for you by the pure joy on her face. It was a conversation you'd really been looking forward to, and you made sure to tell her how much of a role she played in your confidence to finally be honest with Harry about how you felt.

"Oh Cecy, I'm so happy for you! It sounds like it was definitely worth the wait then," she said teasingly, insinuating what you and Harry had been up to for most of the weekend.

"It certainly was, I feel like a teenager experiencing her first love again, I can't think straight!" You'd replied in exasperation, laughing slightly at how true it was.

"And that's exactly how it should be," Phoebe said gently, her eyes sparkling.

You'd looked at her with so much appreciation then, knowing that she knew first hand that feeling, and was mostly likely wishing she could still have it, "Thank you Pheebs, I honestly couldn't have done it without you - you were the push I needed and I can never thank you enough."

After a quick hug, you'd gotten back to your desk to begin catching up on everything you'd missed from the weekend and the usual Monday bombardment of emails from yesterday.

As usual, you and Harry worked effortlessly, and despite your few initial worries about the work dynamic changing, you were soon shown that they were just empty worries after all. Of course, there was definitely some more open flirting and a few kisses shared, but that was certainly a change you'd gladly get used too.

It wasn't until mid afternoon that the day took a slight turn.

Harry had called you into his office, frustration evident on his face as he ushered you in.

"Read this," he said, gesturing to the email opened on his computer. You took a seat in his desk chair and began to read the lengthy email as he paced behind you.

As your eyes scanned the words you slowly began to understand Harry's frustration. It was an email from Zayn's representatives, saying how they felt Zayn hasn't been shown enough attention from Eroda Music and that the companies - and Harrys - focus is only on already successful artists, not up and coming ones. They felt as though his talent wasn't being recognised, and wanted no drama on their way out, which was followed by a slightly threatening statement suggesting they wouldn't hesitate to sue if this was not the case.

"Surely he can't just up and leave though?" You questioned, knowing that when artists signed they had to agree to some form of contract.

Harry stopped his pacing and came over to lean over the chair from behind, one hand resting on the desk, the other slung over the chair and your shoulder. His hand started to play with the ends of your hair distractedly.

"Well since he was a newer artist there is a bit of a loophole in that the contract can technically be classed as void if they haven't committed any music to us," Harry explained, "Essentially, because he hasn't even released a single yet, there's not much we can do to stop him."

You sat back in the chair, careful not to disrupt Harry's fiddling, deep in thought. Something else had troubled you about the email. The message had concluded by saying Zayn was going to start transferring over to another company who's name you oddly recognised.

"I recognise the name Bear Records..." you spoke your thoughts aloud, looking up at Harry and wondering if maybe he would be able to provide some clarity.

"They've not been on the radar until recently, clearly some sort of change has happened in management to bring them back up onto the scene...but this is what makes me think that maybe they've offered Zayn more money or something and have technically forced him to go with them," Harry replied as he rubbed his chin in thought.

But his answer still hadn't quenched the nagging feeling of distant recognition in the back of your mind. Bear Records....

"So you think whoever's now in charge has made a beeline for newer musicians in the hope that they can get them to find some tiny issue with their current label so it doesn't look too shady on their part when they steal them from us?"

"In essence, yes. We can't sue them for 'stealing' our artists or breach of contract because if our musicians want to go we can't force them to stay; it's part of the reason we have such a good reputation as none of our artists have complained about our contracts," you could tell Harry was slowly stressing out more and more.

"It's a bit unprofessional for Bear Records to not have at least pre-warned you in some way, or even for Zayn to just drop you through an email, what if -"

"Shit," Harry's face dropped as he fished his phone out of his pocket and read whatever notification had just buzzed.

"What is it?"

Harry handed the phone towards you in answering where a Twitter news notification was lit up.

Zayn Malik Leaves Eroda Music For Bear Records, Claims Of Mistreatment The Cause

"How has it got out that quickly?" You asked in disbelief.

You knew all too well the effects of the media and how quickly things could be stirred up, but even this was shocking. Literally within half an hour of Harry finding out, the whole social media world knew as well. The story was also already over dramatised, and was literally racking up likes and comments right in front of your eyes. This was a PR nightmare.

"I don't know...for fuck sake this has already gotten completely out of hand," Harry raked a hand through his hair in exasperation and began to pace again by the full length windows which looked out onto a now slowly darkening sky.

You got up and stood in front of Harry and placed your hands on his shoulders, "Hey, we'll figure this out. I'll get a meeting set up with someone from Bear Records and get to the bottom of where they're at, you get on the phone to Zayn's people and speak to them. I'll get in touch with PR while you try to keep the rest of management at bay. It's not gonna be fun but this is what our jobs are here for okay?"

Harry stared at you intently as you spoke, hanging onto your every word, and slowly you felt him relax beneath you as he began to take steadier breaths.

"What would I do without you?" He said softly, brushing your hair from your cheek as he did so.

"Your company would definitely go to shit, that's for sure," you responded with a wry smile, before leaning up and placing a soft kiss to Harry's lips.

He began to wrap his arm around your waist to deepen the kiss, but you quickly pulled away, "C'mon you, focus, got a company to sort out here," and with a playfully light slap to his bum - which looked incredible in his suit pants might you add - you were walking out of his office.

"So unfair," was all you heard as the door swung shut behind you, giggling at his whiny tone.

oooo okay so what do you guys think this other company sweeping in might mean for Harry and Eroda Music??

any ideas why the name rang a bell for Cecy too??

am really looking forward to writing this next part of the book, I just hope that it all makes sense and I'm being fairly realistic with how the darker side of the music industry can sometimes work, if you have any questions/are confused at all please ask!!

I love making these winter outfits for Cecy lol who doesn't love a powerful pair of girl boss trousers hahaha ((the bra described is also to the side of that pic))

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