HELLO READERS! PLEASE DO NOT HATE ME FOR TAKING SO LONG TO UPDATE. I KNOW I SAID I HAD STUFF READY BUT A LOT OF THINGS HAVE HAPPENED THIS PAST WEEK. IT SUCKED REALLY BAD AT POINTS. BUT HERE IS THIS CHAPTER. I ALSO APOLOGIZE FOR THE FILLER. DON'T HATE ME. GOOD, DRAMATIC THINGS TO COME.
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“Spencer McMichael!” I heard Zac call as he came into my office.

Today was the day that Zac would take this suit out of my office and hopefully disappear until he needed another one. I knew that would be more than unlikely, but the less I talked to him, the more Harry and I settled. Things were going well since the interview earlier in the week. People were off our backs and we could exist peacefully when we went out, which wasn’t a lot since I was working double the hours finishing this suit. I really put it off but in the end it was finished.

“Hello my 3 pm appointment.” I joked. It would be a lie to say I still wasn’t friends with Zac. I was just cutting down what we did and how much we talked.

“Just think after me you get to go home to your hunky brit.” He smiled. “Two undesirable babes all within the hour.”

“Yes, life just couldn’t get better.” I rolled my eyes. “Let’s get this on you so I can go home.”

“Seems like you have a hot date.”

“Seems like I’ve been here since 5:30 this morning making sure this was finished.” I laughed, handing him the suit. I sat down at my desk expecting him to go the designated fitting room and change, however, he shut the door and blinds. He sat down across from me, untying his shoes.

“What are you doing?” I looked up from my paperwork.

“Making sure the suit fits.” He shrugged.

“Changing room.”

“Why? It’s easier to just do it all in here.”

“Zac. I’m not about to have you change in front of me.”

“I could have been changed in the time we’ve been arguing.”

“Fine.” I mumbled as I walked over to the door, making sure it was locked. I checked the blinds making sure they were closed tight as well. I couldn’t see out, no one could see in. I sat back down in my chair, trying to put my full attention on the paperwork in front of me. It was so hard with the perfect human losing clothes in front of me though. I glanced up as he pulled his shirt over his head. Hi. Hello. Hola. Bonjour. Abs. Those abs. Stop staring Spencer.

“I’m sure Harry has them.” Zac mumbled as he pulled the button up shirt up onto his shoulders.

“Not like that.” I covered my mouth quickly.

“Spencer, nothing you say goes anywhere.” He laughed. “Don’t get too worked up over the next part now.” He joked as he unbuckled his belt and kicked off his jeans.

Boxer briefs. They had to be. Yes. And of course he had to be packing. Hot boys. Goddamn my life is pretty nice. Sure I wasn’t allowed to touch Zac, but what was the harm in looking? Maybe it was those drugs I took earlier. Maybe. I don’t know.

I know I promised Harry I was going to get help. And I would, eventually. I was just having too much fun right now. I guess it was slowly going to lead me to other things, worse things, but I just wasn’t ready to stop feeling so fantastic. Harry kept saying that not being addicted to drugs would lead me to being happier but what did he know? He’d never been on drugs. Maybe I should talk to Zayn about this. No, then someone else would know. Unless Harry has already told the guys. I’d be mad. So pissed. It was bad enough he knew that I was taking Xanax. How he knew I didn’t know, and I still hadn’t asked.

“Earth to Spencer?” Zac snapped his fingers getting my attention.

“Sorry I was zoned.” I sighed.

“What’s going on? You look awful, no offense.”

“Thanks a lot.” I gave him a look. “It’s nothing though.”

“Spencer, seriously you can talk to me about anything. I’m here for you.”

“I know and I really appreciate it, it’s nothing though. I’m just tired.” I lied.

“Fair enough.” He put his hands up in defeat.

“So how’s it feel?” I asked. “Anything too tight or too big?”

I watched as he walked around the room, moving and bending all parts of his body.

“I can definitely move great in this. It’s so comfortable. This is just perfect Spencer!” Zac smiled so big it was contagious. I smiled along with his as he lifted me off the ground in a huge hug.

“So you love it?” I was still smiling as he set me down.

“Love it? Yes. It’s the best suit I’ve worn yet.” he said.

“Let me stitch this one piece back here. I don’t like how it looks.”

I fished out my sewing kit, setting it on the desk. I threaded my needle and went to work on the back of the suit. I didn’t like the way it fell on his back. It seemed slightly uneven on him even though it was straight on the mannequin.

“Do you have uneven shoulders?” I asked, stifling my laugh.

“Shut up. Yes.” He rolled his eyes.

“That’s something you should have told me!” I sighed. “It makes a difference on how I make the bottom of the jacket so it hangs even.”

“Is it fucked?” he ran a hand through his hair.

“Hey! Keep your hands down by your side or it will be!” I slapped his arm. “It’s not a big deal. I have to unstitch this and redo it. I can do it by hand if you want or I can use the machine, whatever you prefer.”

“How long does each take?”

“Well obviously the machine will be way shorter. I can have it done in like 20 minutes. By hand will take me an hour or more.” I shrugged.

“Machine. I want to take it with me when I leave today. I’ll just wait for it.” Zac smiled.

“Okay let me mark it while it’s on you and then you can change back into your regular clothes.” I smiled, marking the fabric in the correct places to fit perfectly. “Alright, you’re good. Change so I can leave this room without it being weird.”

“What’s it matter?” he asked.

“Just do it!” I argued.

“Fine.”

I put my hand sewing kit away as he changed back into his regular clothes. I glanced up catching his eyes already on me.

“So are you ready to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Zac, just drop it.” I sighed as he walked over, leaning up against the desk next to me.

“I’m not going to drop it, whatever it is.” He put an arm around me.

“It’s just Harry.” I can’t believe I was about to tell Zac my relationship problems.

“Trouble in paradise, huh?”

“He thinks I have a drug addiction.” I rolled my eyes. “He wants me to get help.”

“Well do you have a problem?”

I looked up at him, unsure. “I don’t really know anymore. I live on a very thin line of knowing what’s reality and what’s drug induced.”

“What are you taking?”

“I just have Xanax.” I shrugged. “I only really take it when I’m stressed out, which has been all the time lately.”

“I doubt you’re addicted. It’s supposed to calm you down that’s what you use it for. Don’t let him tell you how to live your life.”

“I guess, it’s just causing us a lot of problems. Like he’ll freak out if I leave the bong out or something cause he’s worried about the mixing of drugs.”

“Weed won’t kill you.” Zac laughed. “You’re fine!”

“I know, try telling Harry that though.” I shrugged. “Just kidding, don’t talk to him. He won’t be happy.”

“Awe does he think I’m still trying to steal you?”

“I don’t know, are you?” I joked.

“If only.” He tightened his grip, laughing.

“Whatever, let’s get your shirt on and get this sewn.”

“Hey one more thing before all that happens.”

“What now?” I rolled my eyes playfully.

“Well when I took you home you said you’d maybe want to try coke, are you still down for that?”

“With all my drug problems? Gee I don’t know.” I laughed. “Yeah I definitely am, why?”

“I sort of brought some along with me.” He said, digging a small baggy out of his pants pocket. “I figured I could give you some to take on your own before you do it in public. Like a trial run, to see if you’d really want to go out after you take it.”

“Oh, umm, yeah yeah that’s cool!” I smiled. Honestly, I was completely shocked. I figured he wouldn’t even remember that conversation. Yet here he was standing in my office dangling a bag of cocaine in front of me. I took it from his hands, super unsure if I even wanted to do it now that I had it. I shoved it into the pocket of my sweater, hiding it away from anyone who’d come in. “Thanks.”

“No problem and if you don’t like it, don’t worry about it. You never have to do it again.” He smiled as someone knocked on my door.

I glanced back at my sweater, you couldn’t see the bag I was safe. I headed over to the door, noticing Zac still had no shirt on. “SHIRT!” I whispered yelled. He quickly threw his shirt over his head as I opened door.

“Am I interrupting something?” Harry said from the other side of the door.

“No, just finishing up his fitting.” I smiled, letting the door fling open. “Why are you here?”

“I thought you had special rooms for that, not your personal office.”

“Stop. I’m not getting into it here.”

“Should I go then? I figured I’d come by because you said your last appointment was at 3.”

“No don’t go. I’ll be done in about half hour. I have to re-sew part of this.” I said picking up the suit jacket. “You can just sit in here.”

“I think I’ll go find Josh and hang out with him.” Zac said awkwardly.

“Josh isn’t here today.” I shrugged. “Called in sick, maybe this is good. I feel like you two have a lot to talk about.” I smirked knowing neither of them wanted to be in the same room with each other. This would be god though, they needed to sort everything out so I could be happy with both of them in my life.

“Maybe she’s right.” Harry sighed, Zac nodded.

“Play nice ladies.” I smiled before shutting the door behind me.

Some people may say I was insane for leaving my overly jealous boyfriend in the same room as my overly friendly client. I wasn’t worried though, I know Harry wouldn’t want to cause any sort of drama.




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(Harry POV)


After Spencer left to go do whatever designer thing she needed to do I had no idea what to say this kid. We sat awkwardly for about 5 minutes before he broke the silence.

“Hey man, I don’t really know what you think is going on between me and Spencer, but I can reassure you it’s nothing.”

“It better be nothing.”

“I swear on my career, your career, Spencers career, hell even Morgan Freemans career, there is absolutely nothing going on. We just hang out, drink, and have a few laughs. We’re friends.”

“I know, I just get a little peeved when she tells me you try kissing her. Seems like the friend thing to do.”

“Dude, I’m sorry about that. I was completely hammered and she’s incredibly hot, I’m sure you can understand.”

“I would understand if you didn’t know I existed but you do. Back off, she’s my girlfriend, not someone for you to hook up with whenever you please.”

“You don’t even get it. She’s not just some hook up to me. I care about her.”

“That’s what bothers me. It’s fine to care about someone but the way you do is not okay.”

“I’m not allowed to care about? You want me to hope for the worst for her?”

“You know that’s not what I’m saying. It’s great that you care about her, just tone it down. She has a boyfriend she doesn’t need another.”

“You’re right man, I didn’t think I was over stepping my boundaries but clearly I am.”

“Yeah you are!”

“Alright, I’m sorry. I’ll back off.” he nodded.

I sighed, I knew he was just saying that to make me happy but I had to accept it. I wasn’t about to get into a serious argument.

“So what’s it like touring around the world man? Different city every night, must be outrageous.” He asked, looking seriously interested.

“It’s insane. Really most incredible thing I’ve ever done.”

“What’s it like being in a relationship while you tour?”

“Gets lonely, but we make it work.” I answered.

“Do you ever get the urge to go out and find someone to just fuck real quick?”

“No way, I never thought of that once during this past tour. I love Spencer too much to cheat on her.”

“How’d you manage on tours before Spencer?” he laughed. “I would go nuts.”

“Between you and me, I would hook up with a random girl in every city.”

“Dude you have to have chicks throwing themselves at you nonstop. I give you mad props for staying faithful.”

“You say it like you don’t.” I laughed.

“True, I do. Honestly though, I’ve been hooking up with the same girl since like 2009.” He shrugged.

“What? Seriously?”

“Yeah man, I met her here in the city and she was super chill. She knew who I was but wasn’t crazy and throwing herself at me. We tried dating but realized we were better off fuck buddies.” He shrugged.

“5 years though man? That’s nuts. What happens when one of you finds someone else?”

“Well she did have a boyfriend for a couple years so I was just sort of jerking off a lot.” He laughed.

Maybe he’s not so bad after all. “For a couple years?”

“Yeah, I’m not into the whole one night stand thing.”

“So she’s a normal girl? Not famous?”

“Completely average person. Her friends don’t even know we hook up, let alone know each other.”

“Does it ever bum you out knowing you don’t work as a couple?”

“I think we could, she would just never go out into the public with me. I have no idea how no one has caught on. I’ve been going to the same building now for almost 5 years, not a soul has started a rumor.”

“I bet she’s super-hot though.” I’d rather talk about his girl than mine, considering he also wanted her.

“She’s a dime dude. She could honestly be a Victoria’s Secret model. I swear.”

“You lucky dog.”

“What do you mean ‘you lucky dog’? Have you seen your girlfriend? She’s more than a dime dude.”

“Yeah I’m super lucky. Everyone tells me how much I’m pulling for her.” I laughed.

“No way man, you’re an attractive guy. No homo.” He laughed. “I think you guys are perfect for each other. You should be Hollywood’s sexiest couple.”

I was laughing so hard I almost didn’t notice Spencer come back in.

“This is good.” She said, looking between the two of us. Zac and I just shared a look and laughed. “Oh dear god. Well this is finished now, I’ll get a garment bag and you can be on your way.”

We watched as she opened a closet pulling a bag out. She carefully placed the suit into the bag and handed it to Zac.

“Fancy doing business with you miss.” He smiled at her.

“I hope you make the best dressed list or I’m fired.” She laughed.

“It’s great, I’m sure everyone will have great things to say. Thanks again, and get ready to make me way more.”

“Don’t forget to tell me your shoulders are two different heights next time.” she stuck out her tongue.

“Whatever, I didn’t think it mattered!” he shot back.

“Of course it matters! It’s a suit Zac.” She rolled her eyes.

“Well excuse me all mighty designer goddess.” He joked.

“Leave my office before I vow to never make you a piece of clothing again.”

“Shit I like this so I’m going!” he smiled, giving Spencer a huge hug. “Hey, see ya later man.” He turned to me sticking out his hand, I returned the favor. “Remember, all that’s between you and me.”

“Wouldn’t break bro code.” I laughed.

“I knew I could count on you.” he said, before turning and heading out of the door.

“What the fuck was that?” Spencer looked at me once he was out of sight.

“We got to know each other. He’s an alright bloke. I still don’t trust him as far as I could throw him.” I shrugged.

“I’m not too sure I like the sound of that.” She eyed me.

“How about the sound of this….” I was finally about to tell her I was taking her on a trip. She had no clue. That’s honestly why I was there today. I met with Igor while he was here at this office. He said he noticed she was worn down and needed a break after me being away because of the tour. He approved.

“The sound of what?”

“A holiday.” I shrugged.

“That would be so perfect right now. I wish.” She sighed.

“What do you mean you wish?”

“I mean we have no travel plans. Plus I have work and you have Harry Styles things to do.”

“What if I told you I’ve talked to Igor himself and my management and it seems like we just so happen to have the rest of the month off. We also happen to have a place to stay and plane tickets already booked as well. Would you go then?”

“Harold Edward Styles.” She smiled wrapping her arms around my neck. “Did you plan a huge trip behind my back?”

“Not huge, just enormous.” I smirked, slinking my arms around her waist.

“This, along with many other reasons may I add, is why I’m so madly in love with you.”

“I’d take you on a permanent holiday if I could.”

“Maybe one day when we’re old and grey and One Direction is done doing its 50th Anniversary tour, we can take a permanent holiday.” She mocked. “Wait! Where are we going?”
“I can’t believe it took you this long to ask. How does Martinique in the French West Indies sound?”

“It sounds like you’re perfect.”

“I knew you’d like it.” I smiled, kissing her.

“When do we leave?”

“Monday.”

“YOU’RE GIVING ME THREE FULL DAYS TO PACK?”

“Sorry?” I wasn’t aware she’d need longer. I had slowly been putting aside what I wanted to take, so I guess that was a bit selfish of me.

“We better get going. I know I’ll have to shop tomorrow.”

“Then we shop tomorrow.” I shrugged. “And it’s all on me. Everything. Don’t even dare bringing a credit card anywhere.”

“Harry, I love you.”

“You’re my girlfriend Spencer; I’d do anything for you.”

“You know I’d do anything I could for you too babe.”

“I know, that’s why I’m never letting you go.” I smiled.

“If I could hold you, swear I’d never put you down.” She smirked at me.

“Using my own lyrics against me? You may be a keeper.” I laughed. Secretly, I loved when I caught her singing our sings or when she used lyrics. It ever so slightly turned me on, knowing she cared enough to learn all the words and listen to us.

“Let’s go home.” She whispered into my ear. “I have to thank you for taking me on this amazing trip.”

“I think you’ll thank me enough while we’re there.” I smiled smugly.

“I can and I will, but why not start now?”

“Good point. Let’s go.”

“I love you.”

“So you’ve mentioned.” I joked.

“Harold!”

“I love you too.” I placed a kiss on her forehead. “Let me get you home and show you just how much.”

Notes

As I said before,
I'M SO SORRY IT HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO POST. I STILL AM FULLY INVESTED IN THIS STORY, I JUST HAD AN INSANE WEEK.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this shortish chapter. It's about to go down. I can't tell you what "it" is, but it's going down ;)

let me know what you think! xx