Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
description: "I love you, but I fucking hate you." "Fuckin' try me."
word count: 2.8k
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It was fairly incredible in itself to be a lead executive at Columbia Records in your twenties. You, however, had managed to pull off something which had never been done before. Not only were you working with some of the biggest names in music fresh out of college, you also happened to be dating one of your top clients. It came as a shock to everyone, including yourself. When he'd first come to your office a little under two years ago to pitch his second album, you had no idea how fast things would progress. You couldn't begin to describe the disbelief plastered on your colleagues' faces when you'd told them you were going out with the Harry Styles.
So, that's how it began. Nearly two years ago in a conference room, when he couldn't take his eyes off you. Now, here you were, waiting for your brown haired, green eyed celebrity boyfriend to stop by for a lunch meeting.
You tapped a stack of papers on your desk and looked at the clock. He was five minutes late. You wouldn't have expected anything less.
Just as soon as you pulled out your phone to text him, your secretary tapped on your door.
"Mrs. Y/L/N? Mr. Styles is here."
"Send him in," you replied, smile audible in your tone. You lived for the days where he was your client, where you could talk business with him as opposed to some other self-entitled rising star.
Your eyes lit up as your boyfriend entered, carrying a take-out bag from your favorite café.
"Hi love!" He called cheerfully, bypassing the edge of your desk to peck you on the lips.
"Hi Harry," you giggled back, "No Jeff today?"
Harry shook his head, "Nah. Said he figured I could handle myself around you, although that philosophy's been proven wrong on many occasion."
You chuckled, "And I've always been right. C'mon, you have to give me credit for Eroda."
"Fair enough," he conceded, "But I came up with the giant fish."
"That you did," you smiled, reaching for the sandwich he'd brought you, "And today should be easy. All we have on the agenda is the set list."
Harry sighed, "Can't believe we have to think about this now, tour doesn't start for months."
"That's business," you shrugged, "We need to start working on stage directions, lighting, organizing the venues. You can't just hop on the stage and look pretty, we need to be prepared."
"Pretty sure that's all I do anyway," he muttered, "but go ahead, what were you thinking?"
"Well," you started, shuffling through your notes to find the list you'd drawn up, "I was thinking we'd start with Lights Up. It's the first single, and it's sure to get everyone fired up right at the start. What did you have in mind?"
