Y/N's POV.

"Harry I'm serious, let's finish this fast, it's late and both of us have loads to do tomorrow." I sigh and run a hand over my hair, getting frustrated at him.

"Y/N I'm sorry but it's late at night when I get inspiration." Their management had hired me to help the boys with their upcoming album, we had done several things today on a few songs, yet Harry begged me to stay late with him and I mean, he's Harry Styles, who could say no?

"Let's get to work then, you're only goofing around." I scold him playfully when he keeps kicking at my heels under the table.

"Alright alright, you're no fun." He huffs and takes out a pen. It was about ten minutes later and he kept staring at me.

"Weren't you working?" I ask.

"I was but your beauty distracts me now and again." I think the words weren't supposed to be said aloud since he blushes and looks down. "Oh shit." I hear him mutter and I stifle a giggle.

"It's alright, Harry, you're very distracting to." I refer to the way he's biting his lip. He grins at me and I continue writing things on my notepad.

"Am I now?" He looks at me an the green in his eyes is so clear I can see my reflection even in the dim lighting.

"You are."

"Do you think horses can swim?" He asks randomly, looking seriously curious.

"I don't really know, I mean I guess."

"Hm, would you rather stay a fish for the rest of your life or a skunk?" Harry's so weird.

"I think a fish, what are we even saying?" I laugh.

"Just basic stuff." He throws a paper ball at me. We stay quiet after that, me thinking and him staring. Something comes to my mind and I write it down.

"Hey how about this?" I shove the paper at him and he reads it over out loud.

"Won't you stay till the a.m. All my favourite conversations always made in the a.m. Cause we don't know what we're saying." He says in a husky voice.

"We just have to find a tune and you have to speak more britishly." I point out and walk over to him.

"More britishly? That's a very good tip. But I like the words." He says below me since I'm standing over him.

"Of course you do. I wrote them."

"I bet I inspired you, I mean it is," he looks at his clock. "One a.m." He raises a brow accusingly.

"Well then you're my inspiration." I place a hand on the arm of the chair but I didn't notice it rotates so I fell on Harry's lap.

"Wow Y/N, throwing yourself at me already?" He teases.

"You wish you arse." I try to get up but he pushes me down by my hip.

"Aren't we comfortable here? You can work just as well sitting right here." He pokes me side and I wriggle.

"Not the most adequate position." I tell him.

"Oh but Y/N, you and I both are anything but adequate." I freeze when he leans in and starts kissing my neck. I know why he wants, just another hook up. Been there, done that and I get way too attached, see why Louis gets awkward around me?

"Harry stop." I move my neck and he sighs.

"Come on, Y/N, I've wanted this since the first time you stepped foot in the studio. And I don't care if you get attached, I will too. Just think of it as," he pauses, thinking for a correct word. "A rendezvous. Yes, that. I mean it was you that got the word in my mouth after Perfect." He tightens his grip. "Just one time."

His lips press against mine and I don't even make an effort to stop him, thinking we're both lonely and need someone to hold onto at least for the night.