#request part 2

“Don’t look at me like that.” His deep voice broke the hair raising silence in his office. His pen pressed firmly against his lip, drawing your attention to his mole.

You stood there, eyes hanging low and heart beating fast as your bottom lip was being tugged between your teeth. You didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened at the sight of you, like they always did.

“What did you need, Mr. Chae?” You cleared your throat.

“Company.” He sighed, returning his attention to stack of papers in front of him. “How has your morning been?”

“Warm.” You answered in confusion. “How about yours, sir?”

“It has been.... enticing.” The corner of his lips curled into a smirk before disappearing quickly. “Come here.” He beckoned, patting the corner of his desk. “Sit and talk with me.”

Your legs carried you before your brain could register their movements. You perched yourself right on the edge of his desk, crossing your legs tightly as the back of your knee caressed the wood.

“How can a morning be enticing, Mr. Chae?”

“I would usually call evenings enticing, alluring even.” He sat back in his large chair, dropping the pen beside you before crossing his arms. His eyes wandered to your sleek Saint Laurent pumps and up your toned legs. “However, I came across something much more alluring than darkness.”

You didn’t miss the way a smirk formed on his plump lips. The always indifferent CEO was smirking devilishly at you and you couldnt help but shift on his desk in need to soothe the fire sparking in you.

“You find the darkness alluring?” You quirked your brow, only earning a deeper smirk from him.

“Of course I do.” He stood, turning to face the wall made of glass. “So many things happen at night. Morals and urges blur together causing the demons come out and play.”

“And what could you possibly find more alluring than that?” You tried to steady your voice but the truth was, you were shaking with desire at this game he always played with you. His words left you dripping and he was more than aware of it.

“You.”

I encourage you to read part one here

This is a continuation of the Office Correspondence request/blurb. It takes off right where part one left off so use the link to go catch up if needed!

word count: 3999. (wow)

there will be a part three :) happy reading!

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Truth be told, Louis and Liam had developed a code over the years. Whether it was to communicate something silly like “bring me coffee” or something a lot more heavy around the lines of “we’re losing this client” in the middle of meetings, they had refined a system down to where just simple looks could mean so much more. Which is how they were both scheming day in and night out and no one could tell. And that was great, specially because Niall had been so adamant about the lot staying away from Harry’s love life, and that was something they just couldn’t do.

To Louis and Liam it was only fair that Harry returned the favour and did something nice for y/n right back, and it was only fair that they helped their friend however they could, which obviously only translated to them pushing the issue along faster, right? Right.

Not very long after the first ‘y/n-Harry’ encounter, their plan kicked into work, and it all started with Harry, bright and early in his work day, receiving a letter that was directed to y/n and not him. If he were to be honest, the moment he flipped through the envelopes as he sat at his desk drinking his morning tea, and caught her name, suddenly the tea was bland and too hot, causing him to spit it out in shock. With a cough he rubbed his tired eyes. That’s what it was. His eyes were tired. He definitely didn’t see her name and desk location on the envelope in front of him, the same way he was still convincing himself he didn’t feel like fainting when he saw her on his way up the elevator that same morning, and she didn’t smile at him, because that would only mean it was her making his knees weak, and that’s something Harry was not ready to think about just yet.

But as he moved the hair out of his eyes and his vision focused, there it was. Her name in bold letters. Surely there had to be another y/n in the building, right? Because in that case he could just send the letter back with the mailman and let him do his job and deliver this to the rightful person. Except with his luck, of course there wasn’t and he was reassured of that when he pulled up the updated company directory and spotted just one single y/n. With a sigh he took nervous steps towards the elevator, unaware of Louis hiding behind columns, watching carefully as what he hoped was their fool-proof plan, developed in perfection, with Liam on the line on his phone.


“We’re in action” he whispered to the receiver as if right out of an action movie. With quick steps he ran down the stairs to meet up at y/n’s floor.

The numbers on the lift’s panel indicated Harry had successfully descended to her floor, where Liam hid behind a column and was soon joined by an out of breath Louis, there to watch the interaction, or better yet hoping there was some interaction as they took in how Harry paced back and forth, flicking the envelope in his hands, obviously doubting his next steps. Before the curly headed one made a choice, Mr. Langhorn from the other marketing department came up to him and struck some conversation. With discreet hands Harry placed the envelope behind him and chatted away with the man.

“Come on, come on” Louis whispered from his hidden spot, tapping his foot in anticipation.


“We’re so close” Liam reassured him. They didn’t wake up at the ass crack of dawn to catch the mailman in the lobby and snatch the pile of correspondence he delivered under the excuse that they were ‘expecting a really important document’ and then proceed to steal a letter directed to y/n to sneakily place on Harry’s desk all for nothing.


“What are you two doing?” Upon hearing the voice, Louis and Liam nearly jump out of their skin, turning around to find Niall there with a cup of coffee in hand and an oblivious confused smile.


“Uh… Just talking!” The two chirped with fake smiles, immediately causing Niall to glare in suspicion.


“Okay… so what’s really going on?” Niall pressed on, crossing his arms in front of his frame and staring the two adults – that clearly act like children most of the time – down like a stern father. But he didn’t need an answer because Louis kept glancing to his side trying to hide it as best he could but failing greatly, and that’s when Niall peeked over at where Harry stood. “What’s Harry doing down here?”


“That’s a great question! We should ask him later” Liam interjected with fake wonder, and tried pushing Niall away in the direction of the elevator in hopes to cut the interaction short but the blonde one stood his ground.

There was something going on indeed, and Liam and Louis weren’t the only ones developing systems to wordlessly communicate, Niall had also gotten very good at Sherlock-Holmes-ing whatever shenanigan the two had designed. Not a second after, his blue eyes widened in realization.


“What did you two do?!”


“Nothing!” But it was futile. Surely Niall wasn’t taking that for an answer now, and they knew right there and then: they had been caught. “Fine! We might stolen y/n’s mail to bait Harry into coming to talk to her, now shush” Louis finished in a whisper going back to his hiding spot and spying on Harry who had still to make up his mind about what he was supposed to do with the envelope.


“What!? I said no meddling!” Louis shushed him once more and with huff and a puff Niall slapped him upside the head.


“This isn’t meddling”


“This is the literal definition of meddling” He interjected in a hushed voice, quickly lowering his body to hide himself with the two mischiefs behind the column.


“Then why are you still here?” Liam argued back. In all truth, the blonde one looked really cozy and ready to spy on Harry along with them, which meant he was interested as well in how this could develop.


“Just making sure I have all the details to tell Harry about later when this bullshit plan backfires”

Before Louis could bite back how him and Liam had planned this whole thing through and nothing would backfire because they were geniuses, Harry started moving, decided to enter her office and give her the lost envelope. Upon seeing him finally do so, Liam and Louis let out excited shrieks much like teenage girls in those soap operas. With a roll of his eyes, Niall followed suit as the three of them moved closer to y/n’s door in anticipation that this finished well.

Harry’s hands were clammy already. Even on his ride down the elevator he could tell he was getting way too jittery over this, but not even his short pep-talk – about how he could just swoop in and out in a jiffy without even having to speak much – helped his nervous system calm down enough to let him just waltz in confidently, and after a good chat with Mr. Langhorn all he wanted to do was go back to his desk and drown in work and forget about this letter all together. But he took a deep breath and decided to do it, rip it like a band-aid.

He thought about knocking and how to knock, for way too long, because before he knew it he had yet to move and someone opened the door and out walked y/n, his idling causing her to bump straight into him.


“Woah. Hey!” She greeted with a bright smile. Again Harry wasn’t sure what was wrong with his knees. 


“H-hi” he cleared his throat after his voice sounded more like a nervous croak then an actual human voice. “Hi, how are yeh?”

“I’m doing good, kinda busy with today’s meeting…”


“Oh… Y-yeah, won’t take much of your uh… your time.” With an awkward smile he pushed the letter towards her body not even knowing what to add other than “Got it by mistake…” followed by a very short and bland ‘ha’ that made shivers run down his spine in embarrassment. 


“That’s funny” she started with a chirp to her voice, plucking the letter from his fingertips “First I get your letter and now you get mine… We should just share an office so they don’t mix them up”

In reality Harry didn’t know if that was a joke or not, but it had to be, and he laughed, a real natural laugh this time, because it was funny, and also because he found it terrifying but at the same time cute how she could spill out those lines not knowing how much Harry was freaking out inside over the fact that she was fucking beautiful. She took a quick glance at the envelope and gasped

“Oh, thank you! Needed this information before the meeting! You’re a lifesaver Harry!”


“N-no problem… y/n” He didn’t have to say her name, except he wanted to test it out. Y/n… Y/n… It was nice.


“You’ll be in it right? The meeting” y/n didn’t look up at him from the letter as she asked that.


“Uh… the Phillips o-one?” All she did was nod, too engrossed in the information she was receiving from the important mail. “Y-yeah. I’m head of the project” That made her look up in a pop.


“Cool! Nice to know who I’ll be working with.” She smiled and squeezed his arm before returning to the letter. The world was just conspiring to end Harry’s knees at this point, that was for sure. “In that case” she started, folding the letter back up and into the envelope “This letter should be for you too, what a coincidence” Her cheeks were blushing naturally and Harry wanted to take a finger and poke them, they were rosy and cute and even more prominent when she smiled at him the was she was now. With timid hands he took the envelope from her quickly reading over the sender. He had received this information the night prior to his e-mail so he didn’t put much effort into reading it fully again. With a quick nod he awkwardly stood there fidgeting back and forth. The silence was noticeable, and y/n wasn’t sure if she should say something or ask if he needed anything else. She really didn’t want to be rude or make it seem like she also felt the awkward air, but thankfully and surprisingly to him, Harry found himself speaking up.


“Well… I’ll see you in the meeting?”


“Yeah, save me a seat” the sentence was quirky and fun, making Harry smile back at y/n before he turned on his heel and quipped at her with a see you later.

It wasn’t until he was sat at his desk that he felt like he could breathe again. And before he could ran through the whole interaction back in his head, Niall came barging in with Louis and Liam in tow, completely cramming his space, he sighed. 

So much for getting a little bit of free time to clear his head. He put his head in his hands, not ready to deal with whatever the reason was to why Niall looked like a disappointed teacher with crossed arms and Louis and Liam resembled his troublemaking students, making Harry the tired parent about to get an earful on his kids’ behaviors.

“What?!” was the only thing Harry could say as he sat at the corner of his wooden desk and after hearing the full explanation Niall was giving him for the second time, not having fully understood the first time cause he just could not fathom what the hell was happening. If his ears did not deceive him, the whole gut-clenching and slight nerve wracking experience had all happened thanks to another one of Louis and Liam’s ploys Harry was so used to rolling his eyes at. Except this time he was very uncomfortable and slightly upset. “Why would you do that?!”

“Uhhh...” Neither of the men had a full answer they could give Harry, they just did it because it was so obvious he liked her and they just wanted him to go for it, which everyone in the room knew; deep down he probably wouldn’t otherwise, specially because they were extremely intrigued about y/n and why she was the first girl Harry was so nervous and fidgety around.

“Do yeh have any idea- Jesus.” Harry paced around his space and rubbed his eyes in annoyance muttering “I was so fucking awkward! And I hafta’ seat in a meeting with her now as well, this is the worst.” He groaned and stomped like a little kid eliciting a low chuckle from Niall who quickly tried to cover it with a cough, not wanting Harry to think he found the situation funny, even though it was a little funny after all.

But whatever the reason they did that for, was, didn’t really matter right now, because he needed to be on his way to the infamous meeting – and save y/n a seat although that he wouldn’t say out loud, who knows if it might give Louis and Liam more crazy ideas – and the last thing he wanted to think about was how awkward he had been with her earlier that morning and how it was all just some teenager plan by two of his friends. He grabbed the folders with the papers necessary for the reunion and left his office not before muttering a stern

“Please, no more of this topic” to all three men in his office that were sporting both apologetic and understanding looks. He couldn’t deal with working on this upcoming project if they continued trying things like this. It would be only a matter of time before he was so weird and uncomfortable that he ended freaking out too much or worse, freaking her out and completely blowing whatever they would never have, not even a friendship. 

Harry meant to save a seat for y/n, he really did, even if his palms were sweaty and he wasn’t sure how he would survive the session with her close by, but he was going to try, except y/n seemed to like being early and ended up being the one to save Harry a seat next to her that she quickly beckoned him over for as the room filled with the select few important people needed for the project so far. 

The green eyed man tried his best to focus on every detail that was being exposed to them, he was, all in all, the one named head of the project, so the final decision on how the team would work on it and how it would be spread between the people in the room fell on him. He let himself be sunken into work and blocked all and any distraction as he centered on planning the best strategy for the client. 

Y/n on the other hand, could say she was strangely but gladly surprised. It wasn’t that she doubted Harry as a professional or anything of the sorts, she knew that he had made it to his position for a reason and of course she expected him to do well if he was going to lead this whole thing, but after two short interactions with him and seeing how he responded and behaved, she kind of wasn’t expecting him to dominate conversations, sound stern and decided and overall confident. It was a stark contrast from the Harry she had spoken to earlier that day, the one that stumbled over words and swayed side to side during the awkward silences. This Harry, the one deep into the task at hand, was completely different. It was amusing and intriguing to say the least and she took it all in with a tight smile on her face. 

As the few people waltzed out of the meeting, leaving Harry too engrossed in his notes, y/n stayed back. According to what Harry had said it would be better if the marketing and the strategy+communication departments worked together for the time being, and planned ahead, until the project kicked off, which meant you and Harry, in that order, should join forces. Lifting himself up from the chair he turned around to almost come chest to chest with you, causing him to let out a small shriek, quickly taking a few steps back.

“S-sorry... Didn’t t-think there was a-anyone around...” And there he was back to being shy and nervous. You tilted your head to the side, eyebrows furrowing in confusion not quite understanding how it was possible but quickly shrugged it off.

“It’s ok. So... Strategy and marketing” she pointed between her body and his as if signaling their positions “you call the shots boss”

Harry could feel his ears burning up, surely his cheeks were red as well and he hated the thought. He didn’t know that was her exact department, and now turns out he’d set himself up to work with her and her team without even realizing it. Great, just what he needed. He took a deep breath and tried his best to say proper sentences and not choke up on them instead. If he just were to focus on the work part of the whole interaction and not the ‘wow y/n is very pretty’ one, this would be so much easier for his heart by the end of the day.

“Y-yeah...” he cleared his throat. So much for not stuttering. “I’ve some emails t’send your way, a-and then we could... m-meet t’talk about p-plans?” She nodded excitedly in response

“Perfect.” Y/n flipped her wrist over to herself, checking the time on her watch. It was barely 10am, so she figured she could cram all the reading between now and lunch time “So... send that to me and meet me after lunch at... One works for you?”

To say Harry was shocked and frozen would be a lie. He was very much frozen on his spot. She wanted to meet today to talk about the project? In 3 hours? This was the furthest thing from what Harry had in mind for today. If he wasn’t equipped to deal with Louis and Liam’s shenanigans, how on earth would be ready in a mere three hours to have a one on one long conversation with y/n? The answer was simple: there was no way. But he couldn’t say no. The project had deadlines and he just couldn’t cancel because he wasn’t ready to deal with her being too beautiful for him to focus. It wouldn’t be a good excuse, would it? So he swallowed hard and gripped his notes to his chest, nodding at her.

“S-sure. I’ll meet yeh in m-my office at 1:30?”

“Perfect!”

“It’s a da- ah... Well, s-sure. ‘S all set...” Once again Harry’s knees were shaking or at least felt like it, although he did resist the urge of face-palming himself in front of her at his slip. Fuck that was close. This wasn’t a date he was settling with her, this was a business meeting with a colleague and nothing more, and Harry was beating his own brain up for letting the stupid word almost slide by without a warning. To his luck y/n didn’t seem to catch the mishap and just continued to smile at him for a few seconds longer. It was then that she bid him adieu with a quick reminder to send her the emails and walked out of the meeting room that Harry felt like he could breathe again and surely kick himself in the ass for being such a klutz.

Working with y/n proved to be a lot easier than Harry thought. They sprawled around his office and revised every detail together, taking notes and brainstorming solutions. Harry tried his best to focus on work only, knowing he’d have less distractions working on her office in the seventh floor because it meant neither of his friends were right outside the door or down the hall, and just the pressure of knowing they knew of his feelings was another thing his brain had to work overtime to block. 

They had settled into a few main ideas that needed some minor tweaking here and there by the time the clock struck 4. It was time to call it a day and y/n was currently down the hall getting a snack from the vending machine – apparently the girl craved sun chips – leaving Harry alone in his office with the mess of papers he was organizing and a heavy breath. He felt like he’d ran a marathon. Y/n was too nice and pretty and smart for Harry’s heart to withstand three hours of her. Gladly she had another brief meeting to get to, or else he’s sure it would be more than three hours and he wasn’t sure he could take it. One thing he was thankful of though was the fact that somewhere in those hours they had joked a bit and his stutter had diminished. If this project could help him feel more comfortable talking to her, and advancing the friendship Harry never even thought possible, he was sure this was a win-win. He couldn’t complain. He would live through the initial butterflies on his tummy and rushed breaths.


“The machine ate my quarter” she said coming in with a frown, gathering her things from Harry’s desk.


“What?” It had caught him off guard and he couldn’t catch the whole sentence.

“It’s ok” she dismissed it “I’m now coin-less and snack-less. Tears” she joked, running her index finger down her cheek simulating the drop falling. “Oh well. I should be leaving. Uh, see you tomorrow?” 

He was surprised. They didn’t need to be getting together so often, but if she wanted to he’d love it. Still, Harry shook his head. No matter how much he’d love to see her tomorrow, he couldn’t.


“I’ve 5 meetings tomorrow”


“Ouch…” she giggled. Harry’s heart leaped. “Hmm, Friday?” She pressed on. She wanted to see him on Friday even though it wasn’t strictly necessary. He had no breath to properly say yes so he just nodded with a tight smile. “Cool. We can run over what we did today and finish it off, maybe grab lunch?” Again all he did – all he could do – was nod.

Y/N said goodbye to him, pressing her cheek to his cheek, her hand resting on his shoulder as she leaned up to do so, and walked out without much thought. Without realizing the storm of teenager-like bashfulness and jelly-knees she had left in her wake.

It was shockingly easy to ignore Louis and Liam’s pestering questions, all gloriously drowned out by Niall’s pleas of “leave him alone” and Harry’s brain being too occupied on the flaming cheek she’d ‘kissed.’ As they left the office, stopping by the machine so Niall could buy a soda, the scene happened in slow motion in Harry’s head. He couldn’t wait for Friday. He couldn’t wait for more and more and more y/n, no matter how nerve-wracking the idea was right now, and no matter if it was only for work. He was happy. Giddy even. Truly smitten.

The next morning two things happened. 

First, Harry found a rush of sudden confidence in his veins, and second, y/n found a bag of sun chips and a quarter on her desk that brought a silly giggle and smile to her face. 

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Here’s part two @maddekat, enjoy!! Part one here x

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