Boss (Part #2)

Ahh! Part #2 to Boss is here! First off, thank you thank you THANK YOU for the  amazing and supportive response to the first one! I’m really hoping that this part doesn’t disappoint! The way this one leaves off, there’s definitiely enough plot for a part 3, just let me know if you want it! If you want to read the first part, click here. Thank you to the moon and back for reading! I hope you enjoy!

The lady in the white coat looked at you kindly before she spoke.

“Will the father be joining us today, or shall we begin?” There was a hint of sympathy in her tone but you could tell by her cool professionalism that you weren’t the only woman to ever show up alone to an appointment such as this.

You bit your lip, hoping to buy Harry some time. This wasn’t something you wanted to do without him but you didn’t exactly have all the time in the world to wait for him.

“We can get started,” you said finally.

With a small smile the nurse gathered her supplies and lifted your hospital gown up towards your breasts, exposing your slightly swollen stomach.

“The gel will be a little cool to the touch, but nothing too unpleasant,” she explained, slathering the cold substance across your skin. “Miss Y/N, you might want to look at the screen now.”

Emotion clogged your throat and tears sprang to your eyes. Your baby. Yours and Harry’s baby. Such a tiny thing that somehow managed to be the biggest thing in your life. It was so precious you almost didn’t think that you were worthy to have something that perfect inside of you. But the moment was bittersweet. There was nothing you wouldn’t give to have Harry’s hand in yours, his lips whispering sweet nothings in your ear about how the two of you made that little peanut.

At this stage, there wasn’t much to be said about your baby’s condition. After the nurse cleared you both for being healthy and at the right stage, you took the gown off and slipped your street clothes back on. You were placing your right foot into your shoe when your former boss came charging into the little room. His hair was neatly gelled to perfection and his black suit fit him snugly in all the right places.

“I’m sorry I’m late. Did I miss anything?” Harry asked frantically.

The nurse mashed her lips into a thin hard line and turned her back away. Obviously, it was a question she wanted you to answer.

“I…I’m done. I’m ready to leave,” you said slowly, wishing your words weren’t true.

Harry’s face fell and guilt filled his eyes. “My God, baby, you have no idea how…”

“Harry, Harry. Shh. It’s okay, we’re okay. Actually, we’re more than okay,” you soothed, placing your hand on your stomach.

He sighed and shook his head. “I wanted to be here. I should have been here. But the meeting ran late and I…”

You cut him off again. “I don’t want you beating yourself up over this. I was the one who insisted you go to work this morning. Right now, I just want to go home. I’m tired.” As soon as you spoke, a yawn left your mouth.

Harry nodded once and wrapped his strong arms around your body. Your face nestled into his warm chest and you breathed in his cologne. You were happy he still smelled just as delicious as ever. Unlike some other scents, this one didn’t cause you to run to the toilet with your hand over your mouth.

Harry’s hand rested on your knee the entire car ride home. Every chance he got, he apologized, until you finally shut him up by pressing your lips to his at a red light. You ran your hand through Harry’s hair for the remainder of the drive to relax him. The stress of work and missing your appointment were weighting heavily on him.

After he pulled into his driveway, Harry immediately stepped out of the driver’s side and jogged around to your door. It was cold for early December, and ever since you slipped on a patch of ice the previous week, Harry refused to let you walk unassisted. His concern was sweet and slightly unwarranted, but you didn’t want to protest against any opportunity of having Harry’s arms around your waist.

Dinner was a quiet affair that evening, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. Instead, it was spurred by the fact that Harry couldn’t stop looking at the picture of the ultrasound you had shown him. His thousand watt smile took up the majority of his face as he lightly brushed his thumb over the image. He almost couldn’t believe that something that beautiful was real. And his.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. Placing your fork down on the table, you covered his hand with yours.

“I know. She’s something, isn’t she?” you asked.

Harry’s eyes widened and his body froze. “It’s a girl?”

Part of him was overjoyed that he was having a daughter but the other half was torn up over the fact that he missed that announcement.

Hastily, you backtracked.

“No! I mean, I don’t know. It’s too early to tell. But it’s just a feeling I have. I keep seeing this little girl in my dreams. She has green eyes and curly brown hair and she’s just the most beautiful little thing,” you sighed dreamily.

Harry squeezed your hand. “Whatever it is, I’ll love it more than anything else. I already do.”

He took a sip of sparkling water and proceeded to eat his dinner. After a few more bites, you decided to bring up work.

“So Harry, you know how we have the budget meeting next week, I was thinking we could…” He didn’t let you finish.

“Woah, Y/N. I thought we agreed you weren’t going to work any longer.” His fork was frozen mid-air and his eyebrows were drawn over his eyes, the expression you saw a countless number of times in the board room.

You sat back in your chair. Technically, you had agreed to that, you just didn’t mean it when you did. The first few weeks had presented you with terrible morning sickness that prevented you from going in the office. You stayed at Harry’s and your sister came to keep you company.

The thing was, you wanted to work. You enjoyed the challenge and liked when your ideas were valued. Even though you were still in the first trimester, it wasn’t just the physical challenges that had Harry wanting you at home. Deadlines and pressures were stressful. So was office gossip. Which was another reason you thought Harry didn’t want you at work. Maybe he wanted you hidden.

“Harry, please. I haven’t been as sick lately, and I miss work. I won’t work throughout the entire pregnancy, but can we at least play it by year?” you asked.

Harry crossed his arms over his chest. The expensive white fabric strained against his shoulders. “Trust me, I miss having you at work, too. But I can’t risk the stress messing with you or our baby. Please. I have enough money for the both of us. You don’t have to work another day in your life if you don’t want to.”

You scoffed. This was the last thing you wanted. You were with this man because you loved him. Not because you wanted a free ticket.

“How about I work half-days?” you compromised.

Harry just rolled his eyes in response.

“Why don’t you tell me why you really don’t want me in?” Your voice lowered. “Are you embarrassed of me or something? Are you ashamed to have gotten the new employee, straight out of college, knocked up?”

The only sound was that of Harry’s chair scraping against the hardwood floor.

“Up,” he said in a clipped tone.

You complied, and suddenly Harry was sitting in your chair with your legs straddling either side of his waist. His hands soothingly rubbed circles into your lower back which seemed to always be tight nowadays.

“Nothing, absolutely nothing, about you is shameful. The fact that I’m your boss and you’re my employee doesn’t change the fact that you’re the smartest, most beautiful and kindest woman I’ve ever met. I’ve wanted you since the first time I’ve set my eyes on you, and I always will.” His lips gently pressed onto your forehead.

You let your body warm with his words before you spoke. “It’s just that I know what Lindsay and Abby say about me so I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to keep your distance from me at the office.”

Harry’s jaw tensed and he tightened his grip around you. “They bully you? Since when?”

“Um, since my first day,” you said, surprised Harry had no idea.

“Okay. Well, they’re fired,” Harry said matter-of-factly.

“Wait, what?”

“You think I’m going to keep those who make others uncomfortable, especially when the one they’re hurting is you? I don’t think so, Y/N.”

You smiled against his chest. Your fingers traced the tattoo peeking through his shirt. You were shocked to say the least when you first discovered them. But even more so when you flipped through his old photo album and saw the long hair he sported in his early twenties. You had to admit, he rocked the man bun.

“Harry,” you said suddenly.


“Why didn’t you tell me about tomorrow?”

Harry sighed. “Because I don’t know if I’m going yet.”

You looked up at him. “What do you mean? It’s your parents’ Christmas party. You have to go,” you said.

You had found the invitation in a kitchen drawer after looking for a recipe. The card was cream and heavy, and an indicator that Harry wasn’t the only successful person in his family.

“Do you want to go?” he asked you. “Because I’ll only go if you want to. I won’t go alone.”

You plastered on a sweet smile and flustered your lashes.

“Looks like we’re going then,” he said. He smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You didn’t think you personally knew as many people as the number that occupied the ballroom.

With wide eyes, Harry took in the scene in front of him. “I swear, they invite every bloody person they know.”

Everyone in attendance looked so put together and just… expensive. The only reason why you might possibly fit in with the crowd was the man on your arm. The black dress you were wearing was classy and concealed any bump you might already have, but no matter what, you doubted you stood out as much.

Harry swore under his breath when his eyes landed on a slightly older couple by the grand piano. Her sequined dress was long and silver and the man’s tie was a near exact shade. As soon as you saw them, you knew they had to be Harry’s parents. But they weren’t behind Harry’s curse. It was the willowy beautiful woman standing beside them. Her lips matched the vibrant red of her dress. Her black hair was up in a chignon and her level of sophistication was something you couldn’t even dream of matching. Luckily, by the time you and Harry approached Eileen and Tom, the statuesque beauty was long gone.

“Mom. Dad.” Harry said in greeting. “What the hell is Alisha doing here?”

His words shocked you. Surely he wasn’t going to leave you to introduce yourself?

“Darling,” Eileen said. “She’s an old, dear friend. It’s a shame you just missed her. Hopefully you’ll see her around.”

“Who’s this new friend, son?” Tom looked at you with an amused gleam in his eye.

Harry cleared his throat. “This is Y/N. My girlfriend,” he said.

Eileen smiled at you and the word “fake” rang through your mind.

“Nice to meet you both,” you said shyly.

A waiter with a tray of champagne passed by and left the entire thing on the piano.

“Harry, Y/N, have a drink,” Tom said, helping himself to a glass. “You won’t find a better champagne anywhere else.”

You politely declined. Harry took one but had yet to take a sip.

“Oh come on, I insist.”

Still, you declined.

“Oh, come on, now!” Tom was persistent.

“Dad!” Harry said.

“God, Tom, have you gotten that old?” Eileen sneered. “She’s pregnant. Look at her. How else would she be here with Harry right now?”

You had never felt smaller in your entire life. When the sting of Eileen’s venomous bite subsided, a dangerous thought occurred to you.

“Pregnant?” Tom was puzzled, as though the concept was foreign to him.

“You haven’t told them?” you whispered.

For his part, Harry stood frozen, his mouth fallen in a small ‘o.’

Excusing yourself, you walked further into the crowd, just wanting to be lost for a few moments.

“Y/N! Wait,” Harry’s arm lightly grabbed onto yours. You slowed.

“What Harry?”

He licked his lips. “See this is exactly why I didn’t want to come. And why I didn’t tell them. My parents, they’re freaking crazy, okay? And I don’t care what they say. I only care about you.”

He leaned in and kissed you. Well, it certainly made sense.

“Can we go now?” you asked.

“Of course.”

As the two of you were walking out, a jovial looking man with white hair stopped Harry. You had seen this man’s picture in Harry’s office. He was the one who helped him found the company. Harry gave you a look as if to say, only for a few minutes. You excused yourself to use the ladies’ room.

By the time you returned, Harry was nowhere to be found. You explored the grand room with little luck. You heard hushed voices from a hallway. You were about to turn around when you realized one of them sounded all too familiar. As if in slow motion, you looked down the hall, and saw Harry’s lips pressed against the red of Alisha’s.

Heartbroken and humiliated, you turned on your heel to get the hell out of there. Harry was too preoccupied to even notice you.

“Leaving so soon?” Tom asked as you stormed past him.

“Of course, dear, it’s passed her bedtime,” Eileen said. Maybe the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

For the first time in two months, you slept in your own bed. Your pillowcase was soaked with your tears. They still continued to fall long after you listened to Harry’s message. Your dad picked you up from the party and drove you home with no questions asked. He was a man of few words, but his comfort was exactly what you needed. Harry had guessed what you saw and insisted that she was the one who kissed him. You didn’t care. He kissed back. But that wasn’t even the root of the problem. Seeing her with him reminded you of how little you belonged with him. That was what hurt.

Your sister came over the following day, intent on having a junk food and movie day.

“Chocolate won’t hurt the baby,” she promised.

But maybe it did. Halfway through the second movie, unbearable cramps pierced through your back, causing you to scream in agony.

“You okay?” your sister asked. “I’m pretty sure a pregnant woman isn’t supposed to sound like that.”

The pain refused to subside and you felt wetness in between your legs. Slowly, in your living room, you pulled your pants down and saw the one colour you were praying you wouldn’t see.

Within minutes, your sister was driving you to the hospital. The nurse on duty was slightly worried when you explained your situation, which did nothing to calm your nerves.

You were lying flat on your back staring at the ceiling when Harry came into the room. Your sister must have called him.

His finger lightly caressed your cheek. You recoiled from his touch.

“Y/N? Are you okay, please tell me you’re okay?” He whispered.

You shut your eyes and turned on your side away from him.

“Please, Y/N, don’t shut me out. Let me be here for you.”

“Go away, Harry,” you cried.

“No,” he said simply.

“Yes!” you cried even harder. “There’s no reason for you to be here. I’ve lost the baby.”

All the air was sucked from the room. You weren’t sure when, but Harry eventually left and the nurse entered.

“Okay, Y/N. We have the results from your tests. Make sure to get more fluids and rest, but other than that, you and the baby are perfectly healthy.”

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“Brave?” Harry frowns, caught off guard. “No, not particularly.”

“You seem brave,” Louis decides, pushing off the wall and stepping on the butt of his cigarette. “You are strong, and you are not mean. That’s good,” he assures, touching Harry’s arm gently.

“Thank you, but that’s not true,” Harry smiles ruefully. “I’m really not anything special.”

Or, Harry is an American soldier in France during World War II, and Louis is a French waiter that doesn’t mean to fall in love with him.