Harry Styles Oneshots

Meet Me in the Copy Room [CEO!Harry] 🍒

Harry is Y/N's boss but he likes his secretary more than he should.

Warnings: teasing, swearing, kissing, smut; dirty talk, fingering, oral (both receiving and face sitting), protected sex, multiple orgasms

WC: 10.8k

//

Y/N has worked in many places before HES Limited. She was a waitress for a brief few months when she was in college at a diner near her dorm. She was also a librarian for six months and a part-time barista in the cafe down the street from her parents home. She's done her share in retail and even a year working in the bank, but as of recent, the past seven months, she's been employed by HES Limited, one of London's finest trading companies.

She's no longer assigned a God awful uniform, nor does she have to converse with the general public and adhere to the customers every need. No. Now, Y/N has her own little office area with a big reception desk with her own phone and separate line across her boss' office. Now, she has her own computer and little fax machine and she wears heels with pencil skirts and pretty blouses.

Given, she's a secretary, but an important one at that. She's not the kind of secretary that runs pointless errands and gets her boss coffee while adhering to their every beck and call. She arranges meetings in the most elite of clubs and restaurants. She files the reports she's meant to and she handles his schedule and phone calls. He may be the CEO, but Y/N is the one behind closed doors that ensures everything runs as smoothly as it does.

And sure, Harry Styles is the literal face and name of his damn company and he should ideally hire someone to run the damn business for him, but he's also narcissistic and refuses whenever it's brought up to let another man or woman run his business for him. Maybe that's what she likes so much about her job. That he doesn't trust anyone to be by his side except her.

It's something she's struggled to understand for the longest time. She's three years younger than him, barely just turned twenty-three, yet he chose to hire her over all the other highly-qualified applicants. She hasn't complained about it, would never. Her job is too good. As his personal secretary, her monthly wage is what four months at the diner used to get her. And don't get her started on the other perks her position offers.

She's thankful, and she makes that very clear in every opportunity she gets. She didn't know Harry before she got the job, and if she's completely honest, she'd never ever heard of him. She expected him to be some stuck up prick that didn't respect women and only cared for his company and business. She was proven incredibly wrong at her interview when he made her a cup of tea and asked inclusive questions her previous employers didn't care to think of.

Within three weeks of having the job, she'd learned more about him than the colleagues that have worked for him since the beginning of his firm. And she doesn't mean things like how he takes his coffee and his favourite places to go for lunch. She means she knows what laundry detergent he can't use because it irritates his skin. She knows his mother and sister are the most important women to him, that he sometimes misses his mundane life working in the bakery. She knows the meanings behind almost every single tattoo he has and that while the press made him out to be a cheating womanizer when his fiancee left him two years ago, it was actually her that did the cheating and left him heartbroken.

She's always wondered why Harry trusts her so much. She's never given him a reason not to, and she never would, but it's always been in the back of her mind. But then, she supposes she doesn't know why Harry does a lot of things that regard her. Like how, in the mornings, he brings her coffee on his way past her desk every morning. How he always insists he delivers paperwork to her desk himself and softly apologises for how much she has to file away. Or how he'll send her cheeky emails from his personal about how annoying Gerione is when she tries to flirt with him. And on more than one occasion, she's noticed him leaning in his chair to get a peek at her through the window of his office; craning his neck up to see her past the high wall of her reception-like desk.