Let me in// Harry Styles x Zendaya

Chapter 1.

Olivia's P.O.V

Finally. I'm free. I finally got away from him. I sigh in relief and walk into the police station.

I head into the bathroom first, checking my face. The bruise from my black eye is finally cleared up and I can see my skin again.

I sit in the lobby and await my appointment.

"Olivia McKinney?" The secretary calls. I get up and follow her.

"Would you like anything to drink dear?" She asks smiling.

"Um.. water would be great." I smile.

"Alright you go get settled and I will bring it to you." She says and I nod.

"So, a restraining order? What is the reason?" The officer asks.

"Well.. my boyfriend, well ex boyfriend was abusive. I am moving and I don't want him to follow." I bite my lip.

"I am very sorry Olivia, we will process this as quickly as possible." He says and I nod.

"Thank you." I give a shy smile.
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I reach home and finally finish packing to leave tomorrow.

Tomorrow is a new day, a new beginning, a chance for me to start over. No more hurting, crying, and no more bruises. I smile a genuine smile to myself.

I immediately go to sleep to surpass the time..
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My phone rings, bringing me out of my slumber. "Hello?" I answer groggily.

"Hi, is this Olivia McKinney?" She asks in a preppy british accent.

"Yes, speaking." I totally forgot that I skype applied for a job in London. Oh yes, I am moving across the world. I really want a new start.

"I have called to inform you that you will be Mr. Styles's new personal assistant, he urgently needs you to come in as soon as you fly in." She says.

"Okay. It should be about 5pm when I get there." I yawn.

"Okay. I will notify Mr. Styles. Bye bye." She says politely and hangs up. Well, time to go.

I get ready faster than I ever have in my life, racing through the door to get to my flight in time. Thank god I made it in time, now to catching up on sleep....
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"Attention borders, we have reached our destination." I jolt awake, grabbing my bags and phone and walking into the airport.

The airport is huge, trees wrap all around it, cascading around the building.

I start rushing outside to find my cab. I almost get out the door until someone runs into me.

"Ah!" I say falling onto the person.

"Shit I'm sorry." The person apologizes. I look up at him.

His jet black hair lays scattered on his face. His big brown eyes widen. He is really good looking.

"I-I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going." I stutter, blushing.

"It's okay, me either. I'm Zayn." He laughs. "Olivia." I giggle along.

"You're from America love?" He asks, making my face heat up.

"Yes, New York." I smile. I'm liking London already.

"Ooh, exciting." He says grinning. Did I mention he is good looking?

"I guess so, I wanted a change, and here I am." I giggle.

"Would you like to get some coffee with me? It's the least I can do for practically tackling you." He laughs.

"I'd love to." I grin ear-to-ear. This is gonna be interesting.
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We end up going to Starbucks, and its five minutes away from my new apartment.

"Thank you for this." I say clutching my passion fruit tea lemonade.

"No problem. It's always nice to me a new face, especially a cute one." He says, and my cheeks flame.

"So, what do you do?" I ask him. He takes a sip of his coffee.

" I am an artist, one of the best actually." He says. My eyes widen, I'm already meeting someone famous?

"That's wonderful! I actually work at Styles Enterprises." I say proudly.

"Ah. My sister works there, she loves it. She works in HR." He leans back in his chair.

"She must have been the one that called me." I tell him.

"She's very nice, her name is Alice, just tell her you're a friend of Zayn's." He says and winks.

"I will, thank you." I smile. "I need to go to the office they are expecting me." I say excusing myself.

"Oh I'm sorry for holding you. Here's my number in case you need help moving in, I live in the loft building upstairs on the top floor." He says typing in his number.

"Okay, bye Zayn." I blush, walking out onto the sidewalk, looking for a cab. I find one in about five minutes.

"Where to?" The lady asks. "Styles Enterprises." I beam.
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The office building isn't that far from my apartment, which is great.

It's huge, it looks like there could be fifty floors. There's greenery all around the building. It looks sleek and professional.

I pay my cab fair and walk into the building. I walk through the hallways until I reach the secretary.

"Olivia?" The lady asks and I immediately see Zayn's resemblance.

"Alice?" I ask. She looks confused. "I met your brother Zayn." I chuckle.

"Oh. I thought you were a stalker or something." She giggles with me.

"Right this way, Mr. Styles is ready for you." She says leading me to the top floor. My heart pounds as I walk up with her.