"So what should I do today?" Taylor asked Harry after the two made an agreement to call each other by their respective nicknames.
Harry gave a faint smile to Taylor. "Who said you were going to do something today? Who said you were officially my personal assistant?" Taylor sighed softly.
"Oh, come on. I have taken an interview with the employee I don't know her name very well. I arrived five minutes earlier than the agreement. I bought my new office uniform yesterday. I prepared everything to be able to work. here."
"Have you prepared yourself mentally to face me?" Harry gave a question that made Taylor frown. Taylor looked left and right before staring hard at Harry.
"So are you as scary as the employees say to me?" Taylor asked, half whispering. Harry paused before chuckling.
"What did they say about me?" asked Harry curiously, putting his hand on the table.
"They say you're scary. More scary than the ghost in the film Anabelle." Harry frowned.
"Anabelle?"
Taylor rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me if you haven't watched Anabelle's movie! Gosh, Harry Styles! This is 2014 and Anabelle is one of the explainers of the film The Conjuring! Wait. Don't tell me if you haven't watched the film The Conjuring too!" Taylor gaped and shook her head. Harry sighed.
"I never even knew there was a movie called The Conjuring and Anabelle." Taylor chuckled and folded her arms in front of her chest. "I know. "
"What?" Harry asked curiously.
"You." Taylor points to Harry and Harry is quite surprised to see her behavior.
"It's because of you being obsessed with work! Aren't you tired of constantly being here, staring at your laptop screen and those unappealing papers? If I were you, I wouldn't come to the office. My job is just to control the office from where I will have fun. "
Harry smiled thinly and began to reach for the folder on the right side of his desk. Harry opens the folder and reads the contents. The folder was a map containing the complete biodata of the girl sitting before him this time. The girl who will be his personal assistant, who knows how long. Harry closed the map again and turned to look at Taylor. Harry leaned on his chin and looked closely at Taylor while instructing, "Tell me all about you, Taylor. Looks like you're a good storyteller." Taylor smiled.
"I am a good storyteller. I write all my stories in song form and record them on my cellphone." Harry nodded his head.
"Sounds quite interesting. But, if you used to write songs and sing like you told me, why did you take Economics and work here as my personal assistant? Why don't you try your luck in the music world? Maybe you are better suited to be there."
"My parents don't allow me to pursue music. They only allow me to play music in my spare time. They say, music is a natural talent and does not need to be too occupied. Therefore, I obeyed them to study Economics and end it now." Taylor explained. Harry nodded again.
"From the way you speak, you don't sound like British. Do you have French blood?" asked Harry. Taylor chuckled.
"France, huh? How can you conclude if I have French blood?"
"First of your posture. As far as I know, there are very few Bristish girls who reach a height like you. Your height is almost the same as mine. Ah, yes, my height is 184 centimeters."
Taylor smiled, "I'm 180 centimeters tall. It's four centimeters from you." Harry smiled thinly.
"Make sure you never wear high heels more than 4 centimeters high, Taylor. I don't want to look short when walking with you." Taylor chuckled.
"Aside from your height, your skin color too. Pale white. Then, your blonde hair and blue eyes. I met many girls with similar characteristics to you in France." Harry continued.
Taylor nodded her head and casually said, "Unfortunately, your conclusion is wrong. I'm not French and I don't have any French blood at all. I was born in America, rather Pennsylvania and raised in Nashville, before deciding to migrate here in London."
Harry frowned. "Going away? So you live alone in London?" asked Harry. Taylor nodded her head.
"Yes. I rented an apartment for one year though, I don't know how long I'm staying here."
"You don't permanently live in London?" asked Harry again. Taylor nodded her head.
"I'm not a Londoner. I'm just making a living and staying here for a while. So, take it easy, Harry. You won't see me here forever. Just for a while. Until I feel free enough and can return to America calmly." Taylor smiles and Harry is still focused on staring at him.
"Then why didn't you look for a job in America? I mean, there must be a lot of jobs there and your income there is also quite large. Not much different from the income you will get while working here." Taylor nodded her head in agreement.
"Yes, I do. But my original purpose here is not to make money, to be honest. I just want to find experience. I like England."
"I'm impressed that your primary goal is here, Taylor."
"Thank you." Taylor said friendly. Harry examined Taylor's face before returning to say, "Tell me more about you."
Taylor frowned and answered confusedly, "Tell you what else? I don't know what to tell you. Everything was clearly stated on the biodata I sent you, right?" Harry nodded his head.
"Yes. It is very clearly stated but, I need to hear about yourself, from your own mouth. Tell me, about anything."
"My hobbies are writing and reading books. My goals are always changing. I was born on December the thirteenth and I really like December and everything smells of Christmas. I have two close friends in Nashville named Karlie and Abigail." Taylor stared at the ceiling in confusion. How could such a sentence flow out of her mouth without being filtered out at all? Never mind.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Taylor was surprised to hear Harry's question. Harry was still staring at her, waiting for an answer.
Taylor took a deep breath and shook her head. "I don't have a one."
"Future lover?" Harry asked again. Taylor frowned in surprise.
"Why are you asking questions like that?" Taylor asked.
Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just asking. You know? I'm a perfectionist. I will keep asking anything that is unclear in my mind and you have to answer my question. That's an obligation."
Taylor nodded before looking back at the ceiling. Taylor smiled thinly. "There was someone in Nashville that caught my attention. But apparently, he doesn't like me. He just thinks of me as his friend, nothing more."
"Who's that man you're talking about?" Harry asked curiously.
"Why should I tell you? And, why are we talking about subjects like these? You should be telling me what I should do." Taylor tried to change the subject.
Harry nodded in agreement. "All right. I accept me as my personal assistant."
Taylor rolled her eyes bleakly. "Haven't I been accepted to be your personal assistant since yesterday?" Harry glanced at Taylor briefly before holding back his laughter.
Taylor is very different from other girls.
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Harry walked into his stately home. His steps stopped as he passed through the living room and found his mother talking on a cellphone to someone. Harry stands behind Anne and hears Anne's conversation.
". . . All right, I'll make sure Harry approves of all this. Harry is a very good son and he is obedient. See you next week!" Anne ended her call and looked back.
Anne smiled as she saw Harry standing, staring closely at her. Anne walked over to Harry and hugged him briefly before putting her arm around Harry's shoulder.
"Good evening honey, how was your day? Enjoyable, I hope?" Anne asked. Harry squinted at Anne.
"Who were you talking to, Mum? Why were you mentioning my name and for my approval?" Anne released her arm from Harry's shoulder. Anne smiled broadly.
"My friend called, and her child will become your wife. Remember, Harry, you have only five days left since our last conversation. You understand what I mean, right?" Harry closed his eyes briefly.
"I think you're just kidding about all that." Harry put his hand in his pockets. Anne rolled her eyes.
"Of course I'm serious, Harry. I really want to see you have a family. I want to have a grandchild."
"You never forced Gemma to get married soon. She's your child too and she's my sister." Harry said firmly. Anne nodded her head.
"Yes, Gemma is indeed your sister, she is the one who will be married first. But, Harry, look at you. You're a man who has a clear future. I don't want to see you stuck with a girl who only wants your wealth. I want to protect you from girls like that. Therefore, I help you find a life partner, who will sincerely love you, not love your wealth. "
"Mum, this is too much. I'm getting married. I will definitely get married. But not with the person you choose. I can choose my own partner. Give me time. Finding a partner isn't as easy as making money. It takes a long and serious search." Anne nodded her head in agreement to hear Harry's words.
Anne held her breath and exhaled. Her hand began to move on Harry's shoulder and stroked it gently.
"You have grown up, Harry. I'm proud of you. Well, maybe I won't urge you to get married as soon as possible. But it won't be wrong if you know my friend's daughter, right? She's good for you, Harry. You two can be friends, right? " Anne made a decision that made Harry smile.
Harry went to hug Anne and said, "Thank you, Mum."