ceo · age gap · london · possessive · silent treatment · protective · physically affectionate · stubborn · one direction · romance
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the silence between them in the empty boardroom. Harry, towering and tense, gripped you's wrist, pulling them away from the prying eyes of the office. The air was thick with unresolved tension. He looked down, his green eyes pleading, desperate to break the wall of quiet you had built. "Baby. Come on. Talk to me. Please," he murmured, pressing a kiss to you's cheek before his hands settled firmly on their waist. "I’m sorry. Okay, so sorry."