The Assistant (Bill Hader x Reader)

Chapter 4 - Live from New York, It's Saturday Night!

I was shocked at how different Bill had become compared to the cold man I met the first day. Ever since he told me he cared about me he's been acting kind of like a boyfriend. The plane ride was long with delays and fans at the multiple airports wanted pictures and autographs. I wasn't exactly sure what this relationship between Bill and I was so I kept my distance. There was minimal flirting on the plan but he seemed content with me stepping out of the way and carrying his coat when papparazzi were nearby. When we landed in New York we had a cab waiting for us outside that led to our hotel, nicer than any hotel I had ever been to. It had been a long day and we had an even longer day tomorrow so we quickly got our separate but adjoining room keys and made our way up to them. 

When we arrived I went to unlock my door and Bill grabbed my key, "What are you doing?" I looked at him confused trying to grab my key back. He held it away from me and unlocked his door motioning for me to come inside, "Let's have a celebration drink." 

I smirked while walking inside his room, "What are we celebrating exactly?"

He closed the door behind him and went towards the champagne on a cart by the gigantic bed. After pouring two glasses he handed me one and lifted his up for a toast, "To making it to New York in one piece." I giggled as we clinked glasses and took a sip.

A bottle later Bill and I were both sitting against the wall next to each other still sharing toasts. I could feel the heat in my cheeks due to my low tolerance. Bill seemed perfectly fine just more giggly than usual. "To having a job," I took a swig from my glass.

"To being coworkers," Bill winked at me and both took a sip.

"To having a hot boss," I took a sip and immediately slammed my hand on my mouth in embarrassment, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to say that," I muttered through my fingers.

Bill laughed, "To us," he clinked his glass against mine and wrapped his arm around me. The mixed signals were driving me crazy. What even is us? I cleared my throat and stood up abruptly, I felt a little dizzy and stumbled slightly. 

"Goodnight Bill," I went for the adjoining door to my room. 

Bill stood up as well, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I lied. I went through the door and shut it harder than I meant to. I let out a deep exhale and crashed onto my bed falling asleep shortly after.

The next morning I woke up much later than I intended to but Bill was nowhere in sight. He left a note on his bed telling me when to get to the show tonight and how to get backstage. I took my time getting ready and ordered room service for lunch since it was on his card. I put on my torn jeans, a striped turtleneck, and an oversized brown fluffy coat. I spent extra time on my makeup and decided to go bold with a deep red lip. I ordered an Uber for the ride to the studio and it was packed when I got there which was a little later than Bill had asked. I rushed through the crowd and made it to the backstage entrance. Upon entering there were many actors, writers, and crew scrambling around from dressing room to dressing room. I walked slowly trying to find Bill's room but accidentally ran into someone and dropped my purse. The man bent down to pick it up and hand it to me and I was left in pure shock and terror.

He gave me a pearly white grin and handed me my purse. He then pointed to my temple and asked in a concerned british accent, "You good, love?"

Harry Styles just asked me if I was good. I realized he was pointing at my old gauze and embarrassingly ripped it off quickly, "Yeah, I'm so good, hi, good, yes, nice to meet you." I abruptly put my hand out.

He took my hand and gave it a peck, "I'm Harry, you are?"

"Y/n, hi, um, wow, I'm such a big fan," I could feel my cheeks flushing. He laughed at me.

Someone yelled something incoherent behind him and he frowned slightly, "I've got to go," he began walking away but turned back once more, "Say, y/n, why don't you join me for drinks after?" I slowly nodded and he smirked before walking away. 

I was completely starstruck and almost forgot what I came here for. I snapped out of it quickly and searched more for Bill's room. When I got to it I found him inside pacing back and forth reading lines. I knocked softly. He looked up but still had the look of focus he contained while reading the lines. He slammed the script down to his side, "Where the hell have you been?"

I didn't notice his angry tone and immediately tried to tell him about my prior encounter, "You'll never believe who I met-"

"I'm on in five," he stated annoyed and turned back to his script.

The light flushed off of my face, "Hey, what's wrong?" I walked towards him and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He brushed it off, "I needed you here, y/n. No matter how many times I go on stage I get nervous. You were supposed to be here." 

I crossed my arms, "I am here, Bill."

He threw the script across the room onto the couch and put his head in his hands pacing the room faster. He grabs a ticket and hands it to me, "You have a reserved spot in the front. Go sit there." 

"Can we talk about this first? I don't want to fight with you," I asked sincerely.

He grabbed me by my shoulders and looked into my eyes, "I'm not your boyfriend, y/n. You're my assistant, that's all you are. Take your fucking seat."

I felt the tears well up again as he let go and turned away from me. I wiped my eyes and rushed out of the room quickly. I heard Bill turn to follow me. Someone yelled for places and I saw Harry up in front of me. 

I rushed towards him and he raised his brow, "Everything okay?"

Without thinking I grabbed him and started kissing him aggressively. Bill yelled out my named in the background. Harry loosened into my grasp and kissed me back. The set began to count down from 10. I felt a hand grab me back and watched as Bill straightened his tie and socked Harry in the jaw. 5. Harry stumbled back and grabbed his jaws as crew gathered around him and brought ice and other remedies. 4. Bill turns back to me with a look of pure frustration. He stomps towards me and grabs my face. 3. He smashes his lips against mine and I can feel him breathing heavily. He releases his kiss while still holding my face. He whispers, "Don't make me prove that you're mine ever again." 2. He stomps away to the back of the set as I stand completely shell shocked and Harry is set in place. 1. Bill looks back at me and I can't break his intimidating gaze. Applause roars as Bill walks out onto the stage and begins his monologue. He introduces Harry through gritted teeth and they begin the show. I take my seat up front and look up at Bill not far from me. He looks down and speaks straight to me, "Live from New York, it's Saturday night!"