Hidden Identities // H.S

Chapter 10

     Ever since I came to Harry's office he's been completely silent. He's been on his computer all day and I noticed how mad he looks when he's on his computer. Does he look mad for everything?

I'm still a little...surprised...that he tried arguing with me yesterday. He acted like a teenager. If that's how I acted as a teenager I need to apologize to my mother if I ever see her again. It made me want to smack him. How dare he try to talk to me like that? Especially at his age. God, it's like he hasn't even hit the maturing stage yet. I could go on and on about everything wrong with Harry's attitude to just about anyone that'd listen.

Our silence is brought to an end when the phone next to me starts ringing. I flinch at the sudden noise, taking a second to process that I need to answer it. Harry looks over at the phone like he's waiting for me to answer it. We meet eyes for a quick second before I pick up the phone. I untangle the wire as I bring the phone to my ear, "Harry Styles' office, how can I help you?"

"Harry's got an assistant? Oh, sorry. Uh, tell him Niall's here to see him. I'll be up in a minute." What accent is that? It's different than an English accent.

"One second," I say the press my hand over the bottom of the phone so he can't hear me. "There's someone named Niall on the phone. Says he'll be up in a minute. Do I let him up?"

Harry nods, putting his attention back on his computer. Silent treatment, really?

"Great we'll see you then." I respond then hang up the phone. I roll out my chair a little then open up one of my desk drawers, looking for my wallet. Then it hits me. This Niall guy could be one of André's minions for all I know.

I promised Zayn I wouldn't call them minions but I'll keep calling them that when he isn't around.

There are three knocks at the door then it's pushed open. "Harry!"

Harry gets up from his chair with a grin on his face. "Long time no see Niall."

Am I dreaming? Harry's smiling. There's a first. I watch as they embrace in one of those 'man hugs' with a few pats on the back. Okay, maybe he isn't one of André's minions. I put my small wallet in my pocket and my phone in the other.

"Harry I'll go ahead and take my lunch break now." I say, trying to walk by without interrupting their little moment.

"Who's this?" Niall looks over at me with a smile, "You finally ditched blondie?"

Harry's smile fades as he looks over at me too. "She's my assistant." How does he hate me? He's the one that tried getting an attitude with me. I "work" for him. He gets to "boss" me around. How the hell does he hate me?

"Jane Matthews." I smile at him, sticking out my hand. I finally get a good glimpse of Niall and from the looks of it, he's cute. He has light brown hair that looks flowy to the touch. Our eyes meet as I shake his hand and I get a good look at his piercing blue eyes. He smiles at me as he introduces himself and that's when I notice he also has a cute smile.

"Niall Horan." He shakes my hand with a smile, showing off his nice smile.

He's wearing grey sweats with a matching grey sweatshirt. Not what you'd expect him to wear in an office like this where you could get judged for your outfit any second.

"It was nice meeting you Niall but I should really get going. I hope I'll see you around?" I can't stop smiling. Why can't I stop smiling?

"You bet. Take care, Jane." He smiles back as I start walking out the door.

Does it hurt anybody to be that nice? That's the nicest anyone new has treated me here so far. I really needed it. I take a deep breath as I get into the elevator. I wait for the doors to close and then I sigh out loud. I've never felt like a client hated me up until now. I've never wanted to punch a client up until now.