I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine
Anytime night or day
Only trouble is, gee whiz
I'm dreamin' my life away
Just another regular Monday for me as I hop on the subway from Jersey City to Manhattan. I have my usual travel coffee cup in my left hand as I swipe my metro card with my right. I have my usual button-up work shirt, khakis, and loafers on. I take an open seat next to one of the many other commuters that decide to live in Jersey City to save money, even though that results in a thirty minuet subway commute five days a week.
It's not like I'm a stickler with money or I don't have it. I just don't see the point in spending money just to spend it. Maybe that's because I grew up not having a lot of money and I get anxious about the possibility of having to deal with the hardships of that again.
Once the subway eventually reaches my stop in Manhattan, I sling my backpack onto my back and rush off of the train. I scurry through the crowds of people in the underground, that never fails to carry a nasty stench, and enjoy my first fresh breath of the city air the moment I reach the top of the steps.
It's not a far walk from my subway stop to my work. And soon enough, just as it always does when I read her last name on the building, I feel my stomach flutter as I walk through the front door.
I quickly make my way into the elevator and up to one of the higher levels of the building where my office resides.
I already feel nerves bubbling inside of me as I see the scattered mess of my work bench on the opposite side of my desk.
Today I have a big presentation for the new microprocessor chip I have been working on for the past month. I have to finish debugging codes and putting my finishing touches on my presentation to give to all of the executives today.
And my nerves only get more intense when I remember that Grayson will be in that meeting.
I feel utterly ridiculous for having a massive crush on my boss. Not to mention, I feel utterly ridiculous for having a massive crush on anyone when I'm twenty-five years old. It makes me feel like I'm fucking sixteen again.
But how could I not have a crush on Grayson?
To be honest, I don't think she really knows I exist.
Yeah, sure she has seen me in a few meetings and she hired me. But if you were to ask her if she knew who Harry Styles is, she would probably not be able to answer. Which is fine. I'm pathetic and live through the moments I see her walking around the building. Or the times she ends up taking the elevator at the same time as me at the end of the day.
Sure she might not really know I exist, but I know she exists.
Being transfixed by the way she leads meetings. The grace and confidence she exudes with every breath she takes. Some men fear powerful women, but I find myself feeling enchanted by her power.
Her laugh, infectious and enough to make a dimpled smile take over my features. I find that on my lucky days, I end up in line behind her at the cafeteria on days that we both seem to decide to stay in the building rather than going out to find something to eat. I get to hear her laugh while she talks to the person working the food stand she is ordering from. And those few seconds are enough to make my day better.
I shake my head from my distracting thoughts as I walk over to my desk.
I log onto my computer and check my email, confirming the meeting I have today before lunch. I then open up the folder to my recent project. I usually find myself scrolling through news articles for a few minuets before I hop straight into my work. But I don't have time for that today. I want to make sure this presentation is perfect and ready to go.
I slide the window that I opened with my email over to the far left monitor as I open my presentation on the far right monitor and position my code debugger on my middle monitor.
Some may think that having three computer monitors is excessive. But I find that it is very helpful when you're a software engineer, like myself. It gives you a lot more room to work and then you don't have to constantly be flipping between windows. It helps with my efficiency.
Once my computer is all set up, ready to work diligently until the time of the meeting rolls around, I slide on my glasses before I walk over to my lab bench.
I turn on my soldering iron, to give it time to heat up, before I toss on my black lab coat and heat protective gloves. When I was fresh out of MIT, I thought the need for safety gear like this was kind of annoying. But after nearly setting a few of my shirts on fire, while I was wearing them, and getting a few burns on my arms from being careless with a soldering iron, I pulled my head out of my ass. Now my lab coat and gloves are very important to me, and my shirts.
I decide to start off with finishing up the handy work I have left to do on my project before I move on to debugging the code.
With my revelation, I grab the solder iron out of its holder with my one hand and wet the tip of it on the damp sponge in preparation. I then take my other hand to pull some of the tin solder from its reel.
I'm meticulous with my actions, not wanting to burn the hardware as I place the iron where I need to and move the tin to make contact, watching as the metal melts quickly.
Hours fly by as I put all my focus on my work.
I cheer to myself as my code works perfectly each time.
I hope Grayson is impressed with my work.
I seem to get lost in perfecting my presentation and preparing my speech. But I am quickly snapped back into the reality of time when I hear my alarm go off, indicating that it is time for my meeting.
I quickly save my presentation and gather my things before I start to walk out the door of my office. I halt my movements when I realize that I'm still wearing my lab coat.
As to not be late, always liking to be early to things to give a good impression to the higher ups and my coworkers, I quickly shrug off my lab coat and toss it on my chair. I also take off my glasses and put them on my desk.
I don't want Grayson to think I'm some dorky guy with glasses. Even though I am an extremely dorky guy with glasses, she doesn't need to know that.
I slap myself on the forehead a few times to try and get out of my head while I make my way to the conference room where the meeting is being held.
Thankfully, I seem to arrive at the conference room before anyone else. This gives me plenty of time to set up while I simultaneously attempt to calm my nerves.
My heart beats wildly in my chest every time I hear a new person enter the room and take a seat around the table. Each time I take a quick glance to check if it's Grayson.
And sure enough, exactly when the clock hits the set meeting time, Grayson walks through the door. Her presence infectious and honestly, a bit intimidating. "Alright! Let's get started!" She exclaims as she makes her way to take her seat at the head of the long mahogany table.
I seriously consider the fact that I might need someone to preform CPR on me when I take my first look at her. I actually forget how to breathe for a moment when I see her in a navy pant suit, her hair effortlessly curled, and a bold red color on her lips.
I try to recompose myself quickly and start my presentation before I end up staring at her too long and she notices.
I focus on discussing how our new microprocessor chip is now at a faster rate by nearly five microseconds, showing how well executed my code is, and displaying my data on the projector screen behind me.
But ever time I dare to take a glance at Grayson, I can't help but feel like she is looking at me differently.
Fuck. Do I have something on my face?
If I have something on my face and that's what she keeps staring at, I will be so embarrassed. I swear I will go bungee jumping. But I will leave the bungee part out of the equation.
I act like I am covering up a cough so that I can try and wipe my face a few times, incase that is why she keeps looking at me funny.
Is it getting hot in here? Why do I feel so hot all of a sudden?
Maybe my zipper is down.
Oh holy hell I hope my zipper isn't down. If my zipper is down and she sees my hot pink briefs I'll quit my job and move to Alaska.
I try my best to calm myself and finish my presentation as quick as possible. My mind is racing and I really just want to get out of this meeting at this point.
I nod respectfully to everyone as they tell me I did a good job before they leave the conference room, leaving me to pack up my things.
Once I have all my stuff in order, I make my way back to my office to grab my lunch and head down to the cafeteria.
"Harry! My man!" Brandon exclaims when he sees me. "How was the meeting?" He asks as I pull out a chair and take a seat next to him.
But I think I answer his question when I toss my lunchbox on the table and let my head fall flat on the table as I groan. "So it went well!" Brandon quips cheerfully as he pats my back.
I raise my head slightly from the table, turning slowly to glare at him. "Hey boys!" I hear Janet cheer as she reaches us and takes a seat next to Brandon.
"Hey, babe." Brandon smiles at her before he leans in to give her a quick kiss.
"Harry, how did the meeting go?" She asks, turning her attention away from Brandon and back to me.
I don't respond, banging my head against the table again.
I can't stop thinking about why Grayson could have been looking at me different than normal. When I got back to my office, the first thing I did was to check if my zipper was down or if I had something on my face. Thankfully neither of those were my reality.
So now my mind is just racing about how I started stumbling on my words and probably looked like a nervous wreck in that meeting.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Feelings are so annoying.
But yet here I am, still daydreaming about Grayson.
I'm so pathetic. I can't even gather up the courage to go talk to her like a normal person.
"Clearly the meeting went well." Brandon informs Janet, snapping me out of my inner turmoil.
"Well, that's good!" Janet exclaims, even though it's blatantly obvious I don't think the meeting went well. "Because your day should be getting a whole lot better."
I raise my head slowly to meet Janet's gaze. Janet loves to meddle. "Janet..." I warn her as I start to get nervous. "What did you do?"
I turn my gaze to my best friend, Brandon, trying to determine if he had anything to do with whatever she did. "Don't look at me like that!" He quips, tossing his hands up in defense. "I have no control over my woman!"
I roll my eyes and shake my head in disbelief as I unscrew the cap to my water bottle to take a sip of water. "Oh look! Who might ever be coming our way?!" Janet says in the most fake confused tone I have ever heard.
When I turn my head to the side, I see Grayson walking towards us.
I instantly spit my water out of my mouth and start choking. "Janet, what the fuck did you do?!" I grit out once I'm no longer coughing up a lung.
They both know I have a crush on Grayson. But Janet promised me, after a lot of begging on my part, that she wouldn't meddle in it. It would be easy for her to do, though, given that she is Grayson's assistant. But she promised me that she wouldn't.
"Janet," Grayson smiles when she reaches us. The sight has my stomach fluttering like crazy.
"Hey, Grayson." Janet smiles back at her. "You want to sit with us?"
"I can't, I have to get back up to my office. I just wanted to stop by to talk to Harry, actually." Grayson says, now turning her attention to me.
I suddenly can't feel my body. Why can't I feel my body?
Oh my God, she knows my name.
Wait, duh she knows my name. She was just in a meeting with me. And she's my boss.
"Harry, can you meet me in my office after lunch?" Grayson asks, my heart now beating rapidly against my chest.
"Okes," The word stumbles out of my mouth before I can even think about it.
I suddenly feel everyone looking at me with furrowed brows. "I mean, Okay. Yes, I can meet you in your office after lunch." I correct myself, trying to not sound like a fucking moron or stumble over my words.
"Great!" She smiles. "See you soon!" Grayson adds before turning to walk away.
"Okes?" Brandon asks once Grayson is gone.
"I was going to say 'okay', but then I thought I should say 'yes'. So I guess my brain combined them. Oh God," I groan before my head becomes reacquainted with the table once again.
"You can thank me later." I hear Janet say in a cheerful voice, causing me to raise my head to look at her once again.
"Janet...what did you do?"
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A/N:
Hmmmm I wonder what Janet did...
Also, I'm already loving this Harry. I've been wanting to write a super shy Harry. So, needless to say, I'm excited.
I have a lot planned for this story! I hope you stick around(:
-M