The Takeover {Larry Stylinson}

LOUIS' POV

I was suddenly being shaken... Somebody was shaking me and I came into my senses, looking into those green eyes that I knew belonged to Harry. He was looking at me with worry in his eyes and I shook my head and looked around and saw that the party was still in full swing.

It didn't make sense, I was just with him in bed and -

Suddenly it all made sense. I WASN'T in bed with him, he WASN'T my boyfriend and we DIDN't have sex. I had imagined it all, and although that imagination was amazing, right now, I felt like this was wrong. That is ironical because in my imagination, that decision was the best I had made, but right now I couldn't help but think that this was wrong.

"I am sorry, Harry, but I don't think this is right. I appreciate your sentiments, but I cannot do this. I am not the one for you." I said and got up, walking away, leaving Harry shocked and a bit
tearful.

I went to the washrooms and locked myself in a stall, feeling sobs eacape my lips. I didn't understand why I was crying. I was acting stupid really. If it hurt so much, why not go and tell Harry that I wanted to be with him?

The truth is I wanted to be in a relationship with someone who loved me, cared for me, but I still felt like this was wrong, and not because he was my boss. Just that there was something wrong and I couldn't pinpoint it.

After half an hour of crying to myself, I went out of the stall to find my friends so we could go home. I tried to find them, but when I couldn't, I reached for my phone to call Niall. Only, my phone wasn't in my pocket. I tried to remember where it could be when I realised that I had left it at the bar.

I went over to the bar and saw the phone, only with Harry standing with his hand beside the phone. I didn't want to face him but I wanted to get my phone so I could call the lads and go home. So I walked over to my phone and tried to take it.

"Hey! You can't tak-" Harry began but stopped when he saw that it was me who was taking my phone and not someone else.

I picked it up and was about to turn when he held on to my arm and pulled me to him. I saw him stumble before he steadied himself by taking support of the counter. He had had too much to drink, I realized.

"Harry, let me go!"

"No! First tell me what is wrong with me? Why don't you wanna be with me?"Harry slurred. It took a lot of effort to understand what he was saying.

"I just don't, Harry. Is that too much to understand?"

"Yes! Tell me!"

"LET ME GO!"

He let my arm go, only to pick me up bridal style and stumble over to the lift. I was trying to scream but the music was too loud for anyone to help me out. He took me to a room on some floor and I was trying to protest, but he didn't listen. Throwing me on the bed, he climbed up on me and started kissing me roughly.

I was frozen and tears started to escape my eye. I really thought I was done with abusive bosses, but here I was, tackling with another one.

His lips travelled down to my neck and he ripped open my shirt. Just as he was about to go further, the door of the room slammed open and I saw Liam, Niall and Zayn standing there.

They pulled Harry off of me and I ran to Liam, holding onto him for dear life, sobbing my guts out.

They were about to hit Harry, but seeing my condition decided against it and hurried to take me home instead.

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"Why would he do that?' Liam asked, furious.

I had explained the whole episode to the lads and we were currently in my bedroom, I was curled up against Niall in my bed, sobbing. Zayn was sitting on my other side petting my hair gently and Liam was at the foot of the bed trying to understand the situation.

"I don't know." I replied, my voice hoarse from crying so much.

"let's just wait and see how he acts in the office on Monday, tries to repeat it or not. If he doesn't, then maybe it was a drunken mistake, taking his anger out on you for rejecting him. If he does, we will do what we did to Presco. Just don't talk to him unless it is needed for the business. Alright?"

I nodded and cried myself to sleep in Niall's comforting arms.

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