Maid H.S AU

Sixth;

I lay on Marie’s uncomfortable bed as I remembered last night’s events. After Harry and I’s intimate encounter, He forced me to delete the Instagram picture. But of course, not before he forced me to send it to him. 

I was so sore and tired, and I know the work won’t be any less tomorrow, or the day after. I sighed as I flipped myself on the bed. I had texted my mother to tell her I won’t be coming back tonight because of work. She’s most likely confused, and will probably talk to me about it tomorrow.

My alarm woke me up and I carried myself to the bathroom to get ready for the day. I was told to make Mr. Styles breakfast at 7:30. He’d leave for work at 8, and I have to clean up until he gets back at about 4. I felt tired just at the thought of it. 

When I finished my shower and worn the stupid french maid dress, I walked downstairs. I don’t understand why Harry loves this dress so much. It may make me seem like a submissive more to him. After all, he did have a dominant side that I wouldn’t mind every once in a while. 

When I went to the kitchen he was there, sitting on the stool. He wore a black suit that I had ironed last night, while fantasising how he’d look wearing it. He surely didn’t disappoint. He looked up from his phone and bit his lip. 

“Late.” He whispered causing me to slump my shoulders, I tried to wake up early this time.  

“What would you like for breakfast, sir?” 

“There are some eggs in the bottom drawer inside the fridge, Get me some of those.” He said with an odd smirk. I shrugged and opened the fridge, leaning down to get a hold of an egg. 

“F.uck.” He whispered through his teeth as his eyes were glued on me. I blushed and looked at my feet as he walked over to me. I pretended not to notice as I cracked the egg open. 

His hands wrapped around my waist from behind as he pressed himself against me, his lips came in contact with my neck as he began his blissful torture. I lowly moaned as his hand began roaming my body. 

“Wait,” I murmured, voice cracking.  

“I don’t think so.” He continued his assault as I tried to stop him again. I feel so disrespected. 

“Harry, stop.” And he actually pulled away, almost immediately. 

“What did you just call me?” His nostrils flared, eyebrows frowning. 

“I-I…” I was out of words to say, I looked down at his shoes. His hand came to my chin and roughly yanked it upwards, causing me to gasp. 

“I expect nothing but respect from you, understood? I can’t believe I'm getting disrespected in my own house, and by who? A maid!” He finished off rudely with a scoff. I gasped and swallowed the lump in my throat. 

“Maids are people too.” I whispered weakly.

“No talking back, I will not take this behaviour.” He said sternly. 

“You don't have to, take me back to the agency. I don't want to work for you anymore.” I said and crossed my arms, knowing i’d regret saying that. 

“Over my dead body.” He said as he took his briefcase, and walked away. I sighed as tears fell down freely. 

He’s such a respect obsessed as.shole. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. He will never get to touch me again. I will be professional and I will not be afraid to defend myself. I don’t need him anymore. 

I’d rather clean the streets with a fork than work for him. 

I got to work and cleaned whatever I was told to. I started with the kitchen, and into the living room, the huge dining room. It was clean because of the help that cleaned last night before they left.