My Dearest Harry (H.S. Imagines)

"You can't help who you fall in love with"

Synopsis: CEO!Harry and his wife are not in a good place and he falls in love with his assistant.

"Good Morning, Mr Styles," Her sweet voice pulls Harry out of his thoughts about his broken marriage. As he looks up, he is greeted by the most beautiful smile from his assistant.

"Mornin', Y/N," He smiles back, skipping the word 'good' because nothing was actually good about this morning except for seeing Y/N's pretty face. He never thought that he would call any other woman beautiful other than his wife. There used to be a time when he couldn't even look at any other woman because he was once so in love with his wife (or so he thought).

But now, the only person that comes to his mind when he thinks about the word is Y/N.

At first, he was quite guilty of the feelings he felt towards his assistant but his sister gave him a little pep talk. "You can't help who you fall in love with" she'd told him. He was perfectly aware that Gemma never really liked his wife and she absolutely adored Y/N but he also knew that she would never give him wrong advice. So that's when he took a moment to wrap his head around the concept of love.

To him, love wasn't a feeling, it was a person. It's like when you're born, you know there's a person out there who's made just for you. A person who makes you happy, a person who completes you, someone who'll love you more than they love themself. And his wife does not do that for him anymore. She is not the one who makes him happy anymore, she is not the one who completes him anymore.

And she's certainly not the one who he loves anymore.

"Your coffee, Mr. Styles," The girl says as she sets his cup of coffee on his table, near the little picture of him and his wife in Disneyland. He smiles at her, muttering thanks love before picking up the cup and bringing it to his lips to take a sip. It's perfect, just like how he likes it. Y/N indeed makes the best coffee in the whole entire world (that's what she'd told him when he first hired her).

As they talked about his schedule for today, all he could focus on was her beauty. Her hair was perfectly imperfect, the messy strands framing her gorgeous face. Her warm iris looking at him with such intensity that it made his insides shudder (in a good way of course), an emotion in her eyes that he can't quite decipher. Her perfect plump lips moving as she talked told him about his meetings for the day. He wonders how they'd feel against his.

And when she leaves his office, he releases a deep sigh and looks at the picture on his desk. He didn't want to go on without Y/N anymore, he decides so he reaches ahead and takes the frame in his hands. He stares at it for a moment before putting it in the drawer of his desk.

It's time he does something for himself.

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This was not how Harry expected his night to turn out. Not that he's complaining.

He had went home after a stressful day at work. He noticed that his wife wasn't home so he made a small dinner for himself and ate it in complete silence. Sometimes, he'd wondered how nice it'd be to go home to Y/N. The thought had brought an involuntary smile to his face but it was immediately vanished when he heard his wife come back.

She was one of those "housewives". She goes around shopping all day, hosts lunch parties with the other housewives and her rich friends, accompanies him to a few events and maintains a good image in the society. She worked a whole lot before she met Harry but after that, she depended on him for everything she needed (Partially, it was Harry's fault because he was the one who spoiled her). She never had to worry about spending money because her husband runs one of the most successful companies in the country. She was definitely one of those rich snobs, who thinks they're better than anyone else.